WEEK 10

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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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[refactor]

[ Jack watches the videos with an odd expression, at least at the beginning. For those more personal videos, his expression is drawn and serious, but with a note of confusion like he's not completely understanding what he's seeing here. Which, it is strange, at first. Personal video logs and diaries hadn't quite been what he had been expecting, but still, he watches seriously and attentively. He doesn't want to miss any detail that could be helpful, no matter how small.

Of course, he gets... Essentially, exactly what he figured he might. Jack watches the gruesome scene without his expression changing much at all. In fact, he seems to take this much more in stride than those personal videos, but maybe that's just the kind of person Jack is? It's never easy to tell. The scream gets his expression to twist up, since it's unpleasant to say the least, but his arms stay crossed as he watches.

It's only once that scaly thing appears that Jack's eyes actually widen with sharp interest. He has no idea what it was, but it's enough for him to step forward and start trying to pull that video up again to try and get a better look at that moment before it disappears. It had been so brief that there wasn't really time to get a good sense of what the hell he was even looking at. ]

The fuck was that? Did you- [ He glances to the other two ] Please tell me that you actually got a halfway decent look at whatever that was.

[socloverit]

[Clover isn't watching Jack when he turns to them; she's staring wide-eyed at the screen the video had been playing on a moment before, hands moving from where she'd been covering her ears to block out that awful screaming so she can clasp them over her mouth instead. The video had been dull but...but it was peaceful; she may have gone in trying to find the use in it but she'd been distracted by just how ordinary it was, by pangs of missing her brother and her mom and home and an ordinary life. So she isn't ready when the running starts, when the screaming starts, when it's all ripped away.]

I don't—I don't know what that was, I didn't—didn't see...

[erythristic]

It had scales, that's as much as I can discern precisely....

[it's a break from the sort of dull things she had watched and found no enjoyment in, the memories of someone's days who held little to excite her, and then suddenly that shift. instantly she'd shifted from the idle curiosity into focus, sharp even as the image destroys itself. whatever that thing was, it was present, and it was dangerous.]

And it was intelligent.

[then, softly so only Clover and Jack can hear her, no one else, nothing else.]

Do you think it's still here?

[refactor]

[ Jack frowns deeply, and there's a few moments where he's rather deep in thought, but he looks to Grell when she speaks. He considers that too, but then nods slightly. ]

Look, to be honest here? Gonna say we should assume it is.

[ He stands back and sets his hands on his hips. ]

That's gonna be a better bet than the alternative. Better to be proved wrong on that assumption than the other.

[socloverit]

...Yeah.

[and boy oh boy is she ever grateful to be armed with a stupidly dangerous laser weapon at all times, even if she's hoping she never ever sees that thing.]

We should...tell the others, too. About all of this.