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WEEK 10
| the pygmalion. . . ONLINE  CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (10) |
monday - thursday (18) survivors  Sunday's trial was only mere hours ago, but you find yourself faced with a new week on The Pygmalion. When you awaken, you will find the ship restored to its previous state, all areas interfered with during the murder looking mostly the same as they did before. Along with this, it appears there are new areas opened on the ship. It seems you have more exploring to do. The robot in the cafeteria has prepared another breakfast of various foods. (OOC: Please submit your murder proposals by 9 PM EST Tuesday.) taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook murder proposals ENTER COMMAND_ |
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[ I WAS GOING TO MAKE AN E.E.T joke, mods!!!
If she can see the other group in the room, she looks concerned, but hey - there's some screens to look at!
Elizabeth tries to dodge the wires as she enters, looking towards the screens. Elizabeth is careful to nudge Emily when a wire moves/sparks in her direction. See? She's nice when she's not an alien. A glance looks to Todomatsu and to the screens. ]
Whatever's on here... can you take pictures with that device?
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Emily glares at Elizabeth when she's nudged. Sorry, but good intentions don't go far here.] I've got it.
[Now that she's done being petulent she will go around the wires and... look at screens? Considering they're all lit what's being displayed right now? Are they showing the same thing or different?]
Oh great... More computer shit.
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[stank and dusty, his two most favorite things. he'll let emily poke at the computers for a bit, scanning the rest of the room for creepy crawlies or potentially creepy other things]
...But yeah, pictures of the screens? They might be a little pixely because of the refresh rate, but that's easy enough to do. ...What do they say, anyway?
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There is, however, one screen that is logged into what looks like a Cloud account.
The username is s_perkins. ]
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All she can see is s_perkins and Elizabeth immediately exclaims: ]
This! Take a picture of this!
[ ??? She seems as if she's made note of this in the past...hm... Whatever the case may be, Elizabeth's looking for anything that looks relatable to her from learning how to use a tablet, but fails. She looks to Emily: ]
Emily - is there anything else to do? I - I don't understand this.
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She's focusing on the screen and checking around but speaks to Elizabeth.]
Maybe check around the room for anything else beside these computers, maybe explain why you got so excited just at seeing a name. Something you recognize, hm?
[You ALIEN spy! No, she doesn't really think that but that was still weird as fuck, Liz.]
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[he'll snap photos of the screens anyway]
Hey, see if you can cancel out of one of the upload screens. Maybe we can see what file they were trying to send.
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If Elizabeth looks around, she'll see... not much. It's the same room as it was when she walked in, and despite the fact it clearly hasn't been cleaned in a while, it looks... fairly clean of clues.
Attempting to cancel out the upload screens shows the same Cloud account -- maybe S. Perkins was trying to ensure at least one of the files they recorded got uploaded. ]
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Sonya Perkins - the captain of this ship. We received that peculiar message from that - that Furry game. It was signed from her.. However, she looks between the two, clenching her sword a bit tighter. ]
What's there? That little thing right there -
[ Yes she figures Emily is getting to it buuuuutttt... ]
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[It's movie time. If that video can be watched she is totally going to play it. Hopefully the drivers are up to date.]
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[he'll set up to shakycam it, just in case]
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My name is Sonya Perkins. Ranking Admiral. I'm the Captain of the Pygmalion, and if you're watching this, then the worst case scenario has happened. It's likely been two, maybe three, months without word from me or the rest of the crew. I know you're confused. I would be, too, soldier. There's no shame in fear, either. I hope to dispell some of that fear.
Let's talk about the Project, first.
The Cradle Project is a last ditch effort to preserve humanity. We're dying. We've been dying for years, but now it's more of a possibility than ever. The people on the Pygmalion are some of the last humans in the galaxy, and -- there's just not very many of us left. We've resorted to technology to save us, and that's where the Cradle comes in.
I'm not going to sugar coat this. The Priests told us we were playing God and had no right to what we were doing, but-- this is all we can do to survive. And there's no shame in that. Fighting is not shameful. I'll say that as many times as I have to, because I truly believe in it. You should, too.
...But let's put the sentimentalities aside. The Cradle Project, I'm sure Ri... that is, AL-2955, has mentioned it. In the event of my death, she's programmed to fly the ship herself, but she doesn't have a charter yet. Since she's still working as she was, I'm sure she's mentioned it. You should know it isn't what's happening now. I messed with her coding to force you into this game, and now I have to tell you the truth. The Cradle Project was created to save humanity, not kill it.
It's named after the Cradle. It's a piece of revolutionary tech based on brain scans. B-- [ The feed stutters and there's a crackling noise, as though it's buffering stull. ]
--ife, to keep us alive. To preserve some part of us, even if-- [ The sound cuts out, replaced with white noise. it's hard to tell what Perkins was saying. ]
The reason we left Earth behind is-- it's [ The screen goes black, replaced for a moment with a video of goldfish swimming in a fish tank. ] --couldn't survive. We liberated the last of Earth and took to the skies. We've been floating along with AL-2955 since then.
But there's another part of the project. This one is even more controversial, and we almost didn't get funded for it. It's why I stepped in, I... the stress of this project would be too, too much for anyone else. But I'm prepared to take it onto myself. It's why I joined the military, to make people's lives better, not worse. God, I know I've made your life significantly worse, but trust me when I say it's all apart of the plan, and when this is all done, you'll be well.
It's complicated to talk about, and there's no way for me to lessen the blow. Check the other terminals. There should be a file there. If it's not, ask River to fix the connection to my Cloud account until a data file comes up. She can do it. It's better if it comes from one of you.
But now you know the truth of the Cradle. You probably want answers on the aliens.
Their names are Souvlaki. Around two months ago, we started to run low on water. By the time you wake up, this won't be an issue, but the Pygmalion is used to carry well over five hundred civilians, in addition to an extensive ship crew. We sent out an SOS signal.
Help didn't come. The Souvlaki did.
It started slow. People went missing in the middle of the night. We heard it... Skittering. In the vents. They love the vents. Fuck, they've been stalking me through the vents for weeks. I don't sleep and I can't risk leaving my quarters. They-- they stuck to the elderly and children at first, so when missing people started to pile up, we realized something was wrong. That's when it got bloody.
They toy with you. They're sadistic. I don't know what their goal is and the only thing I can assume is they want as many hosts as possible. They possess bodies and take over as they will, but the host never remembers. They never do. I've watched it; wives stabbing their husbands and then coming to just soon enough to watch them die. Children being drowned by their siblings. It's horrible. No one is safe. They killed Sanchez, and it was just me and him up here, on the bridge. I thought we'd make it. He was going to send one more SOS signal, to see what would happen, and they just -- I can't, I can't. I'm sorry. I won't report on my friend's death.
The point I'm getting at is we're aware of them, and nothing we do is stopping them. They can be killed, but they come in groups of four, maybe five. They hunt, I suppose, like that. So the best thing I can tell you is to play the game as smartly as possible. River can clean them. Think smart. Play smart. Save your friends. And don't worry, River is-- [ What is she doing? It's hard to read Perkins' lips when the sound cuts out this time, because it's as though the video has stopped. ] I had Sanders edit his game to support that. Sanders, wherever you ended up, I'm sorry. I hope Catherine forgives you for forgetting your anniversary.
What I'm getting at is that the game and the Cradle are-- [ This time, Perkins' image is replaced by a documentary on wolves' hunting tactics for all of twenty seconds. ]
Hopefully, I'll be there, too. I tried my damnedest to get the machine wor-- [ Another stutter, more lost information. ] No man left behind. I'm not going until these fuckers are all smoked out, and we can all live as peacefully as we did before. That was the mission. I'm not letting death stop me from that, not when I've got the Cradle. They won't take that from my crew.
They won't take that from us.
I have a final request.
Live. Survive this. Get them. You're my last line of defense. I'm staking it all on you. You're the very last of my soldiers. The very last of a noble crew that died to save every civilian aboard this ship. Show them the human spirit. Show them what we're capable of. We don't take shit like this laying down.
Give 'em hell.
[ Solemnly, Perkins cuts the feed. ]
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If anyone in her group looks at her, they can definitely see that she's tuning out a lot of the end of the message. Everything feels confirmed, the thing that holds true is the brain scan - she'll reach out to someone about this.
Elizabeth looks to the male in her party, confirming once the feed ends - ]
Did you - did you record all of that?
[ Under her breath: ]
Oh my God...
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So there are more! Fuck-! Wonderful. At least we know you have more buddies hiding around this place for sure now. Christ!
[She mumbles one ore two more curses under her breath before she whips around to face the room at large.]
Alice! Get your ass in here right now!
[Leave it to Emily to channel every emotion into Anger.]
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Y-yeah, I got it...
[He's plenty glad he made it, too--God, he's not even sure how he would explain all that, especially with all the questions it brought up. What the hell happened to Earth? How are they really in the future? How long has Alice known?]
...Why the hell is Greek food trying to kill us?
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Alice does not respond. ]