WEEK 11

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (11)

monday - thursday (14) 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. 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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[chiseler]

[Some people are yelling. Some people are banging on the terminal, Adrien just said fuck, the room's in some sort of chaos even on the Nuwa...but anyone watching will notice there are two blondes staring at one another on each ship. A young blonde girl, about sixteen, stares at the camera in shock as her large gray eyes widen. She doesn't scream. She doesn't shout his name. She simply stares, hands coming up over her mouth slowly and it's clear from Luke's reaction that he recognizes her. He doesn't say anything but his jaw clenches, hands balling into fists as he inhales sharply.

She knows. Annabeth knows he's alive now, and he knows she's been in this brutal game, too. There isn't even in him to be angry and there's something like white noise buzzing in his head. Anyone watching will see there's a hint of tears but they quickly disappear before he turns.]

Conference room. Now. [That's to everyone and he leaves no room for argument before he turns away from the darkened screen. Probably picking up Adrien too tbh but that's it. He can't believe this.]

the most important tag ill ever write

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[is carried :c]

[missmaladroite]

[Her useless husband's being carried so she has no choice but to follow along]

--What's happening?

[chiseler]

[Sorry about your useless husband being slung over his back, Marinara Sauce.]

We all just saw something that's going to send people into a ton of chaos if we don't get everybody on the same page. So I'm calling a council meeting. It's all I can do. [Team Dad is Not Happy.]

[missmaladroite]

[Fussing, but without her Ladybug powers, she's literally just a tiny fifteen year old so she can't haul him around like Luke]

Worse than usual? Does it ever stop?

[chiseler]

That would be the ideal, wouldn't it? [There's a nervous grin.] It's not gonna stop until we figure out how to end the project, Marinette. Until then, we've gotta do what we've gotta do. Play along and maybe figure a way out of this motive.

[missmaladroite]

You're right. [She's so much less feisty than before, her head droops as she follows him] We just have to... protect what's left.

[chiseler]

[And even if he's busy dragging Adrien around he seems to be able to shift him just fine enough that he can place a hand on her head in some sort of comforting gesture while they're walking.]

We'll figure something out. We just need everybody to talk rationally and we'll be okay. [...except...it's the Pygmalion and literally nobody has their chill anymore.] But I need you to help keep people in line, okay?

[missmaladroite]

[She doesn't really react to it, but she appreciates the gesture, regardless.] Right. If we all work together.... we should be able to come up with something.

Me..? What can I do?

[chiseler]

You can do a lot by keeping everybody together and stopping people from making bad choices. At this point we're going to need everyone's help no matter how insignificant it'll look. But you've gotta try. [He shifts Adrien on his back a bit.] And make sure this one doesn't get too involved until he's healed up a little. Can I trust you with that?

[missmaladroite]

I'm already working on that. [The Adrien thing, that is. Marinette's confidence is really waning, so she doesn't promise anything, but she nods. No time to be moping around, after all.]

I'll.... I'll try.