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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[erythristic]

So you'd rather we all die.

[sorry Clover, while your passion has gone down, Grell's is only rising.]

Alice didn't put weapons in those people's hands. They chose to go along with the motives. We could have had weeks where no one killed, if everyone chose not to. Don't blame her for everyone else's human failings.

[socloverit]

I'd rather this never have happened in the first place! I'd rather we got to stay home where we belonged! [And now she's getting mad, struggling to keep her voice steady.] It's just as much her fault for putting us here in the first place! She did put weapons in our hands, she offered them from the start! There wouldn't be mines and turrets without her, we wouldn't be on a place filled with killer aliens without her—it's just as much her fault, it's her fault my brother is dead! Don't expect us to be grateful!

[erythristic]

I expect people to be grateful Alice hasn't purged us!

[and it breaks through the deadness in her eyes, and when she looks at Clover there's nothing but ice, every word she chooses landing heavy and frigid.]

Alice was constructed. She was told what to do. If you want to blame someone, blame them! Blame those who sought to somehow subvert the laws of nature. The killers chose to kill - they're not innocent. They accepted the blood on their hands - and Alice is not the reason Light is dead! The Souvlaki are, and they weren't supposed to be here at all! If you want to do something with yourself instead of sitting in your misdirected grief and rage, if you want your brother's death to not be a simple fact of something that happened, help us find and exterminate the rest of them, for god's sake.

[socloverit]

Shut up, shut up! Don't act like I'm not trying, don't act like there's anything that matters more to me than taking down everyone and everything responsible for my brother's death!

[And now she's utterly hysterical, maybe only half-listening to Grell if anything, standing and screaming and wobbling in place because it takes so much out of her to be this angry.]

But this is her fault too, I'm not going to be grateful that she's only deciding now we're worth refusing protocol over! Roxy and Emily are dead because she took her sweet ass time getting to the execution, my brother is dead because she brought us here in the first place and gave an alien a turret, Arumat is dead because she told someone to solve her problems for her but didn't tell him how, Machias is dead because she put a mine in Adelina's hands! It's her fault, too!

[erythristic]

...You think that your grief is the only one that matters.

[it's practically hissed out between her teeth.]

You think you were the only one who cared about Emily? About Machias, about Arumat? You weren't. You weren't the only one who didn't want to see them go. You aren't the only person who's suffered loss.

[and with those words, using that speed she used to evade getting killed by Davelien, she's gone. the conference room door slides itself shut in her wake, and the only sign that she's been there at all is the pulled out chair she was sitting in and Clover's anger.

her heart aches, and she can feel herself a thread from unraveling entirely.]

[bloodteller]

Don't bring up Roxy like that.

[ roxy's death certainly isn't the hardest for yuno. it isn't as though yuno attached to her like she did elizabeth and it isn't though roxy and yuno were incredibly close, but there's meaning there. there's an emotional attachment and when clover spits out roxy's name against grell, to quiet her down, like her anger is just and all that matters, a visceral sort of groan escapes her lips before she spits out her words, like poison. roxy supported her, roxy was kind to her. roxy told her not to die. roxy said it would break her heart if yuno died and whether or not that was true she doesn't know, she doesn't care, it's enough for a girl who hasn't had family for two years to latch onto. roxy's name doesn't belong in this conversation, and not against grell, not against the woman who hauled her sorry ass out of the conference room when she couldn't move from the grief that wracked her body. so while i, personally, am screaming, yuno is not -- no.

a quiet anger is turned to clover. a calm sort of veneer covers yuno's expression. ]

...That's all I'm saying to you.

[ and it is, but it's punctuated with a stare like a wild cat hunting it's prey. ]

[socloverit]

[Not much scares Clover anymore, she is too lost and lonely and hopeless to be afraid. Yuno is very, very low on the list of things she may find threatening.

Her own shouting and her own grief have tired her out too much to redirect them, though, and Yuno is not significant enough to muster the effort up to do so. But after Grell said what she did about Light, what right does Yuno have to demand this of her? Why is what Clover's done worth reprimand after Grell tried using the most important person Clover ever had against her? Maybe she does think her grief is all that matters, but it seems natural, blameless to her; how can any loss between people who've known each other for mere months compare to her own?

Collapsing back into her chair, Clover turns just long enough to scowl at Yuno, looking closer to annoyed than anything, flips her off, and leaves it alone. That's more than what Yuno is worth.]