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_

Comments

[douchemag]

Fuck the rules.

[Judar doesn't look like he's in any rational state of mind here, not that that's at all unusual for him - but the usual lack of focus in his expression's been replaced by a tight anger.]

We've been playing by the rules for eleven weeks now, and where has it gotten us? Fucking nowhere. We know more about why we're here, great. Doesn't tell us shit about what's even gonna happen to us if the project continues or how the hell we're getting home or what the fucking point of this all is.

[socloverit]

[well hey there one of like. two people she respects enough to take seriously. as always: what the fuck why this.

but there's no anger left in her when she turns to Judar, at least in part because it's him, she's just tired.]

So what do we do? We break the rules this time and we all get killed for it. Whatever happens after or in the meantime, someone's going to die this week like always. I don't know what else...how else...

[douchemag]

[He blinks, and then all the seriousness from his face promptly disappears. Well, that was a cool ten seconds, there's his limit...]

Noooo idea? Not really strong on the planning thing. [A shrug.] All I know is we keep going down this path, nothing's gonna change - we're just going to wind up right back here playing along to the game.