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

[chiseler]

That makes two of our hostages. [He grins slightly but it's not a grin born of amusement. He's actually sort of worried and Grell might be one of the few who can tell.] Annabeth's probably working herself into a frenzy already trying to figure out the most strategic solution possible to save both ships.

[...but he does vaguely wonder how far she'd go.] It's a matter of finding out how maybe people on Nuwa would actually commit a murder for something like this. It's no longer just our lives at stake, but it's theirs, too, and vice versa. The numbers doubled.

[erythristic]

They have more of a reason to kill than we do, all told. They might think a purge is a kinder fate than getting killed by the aliens.

[and they wouldn't want to die themselves. her lips press into a thin line as she considers this.]

[chiseler]

…[He shakes his head.] She wouldn't do that to me. [It's mumbled to himself.] And I really doubt they'd be thinking about mercy-killing us and assuming we won't kill on our ship. I think the real question is how did the Nuwa avoid getting aliens in the first place? Why us?

[erythristic]

We're just that lucky, I suppose. Or it might be that they could only get to one ship.

[chiseler]

Well we know someone was watching all of us before we were brought on board. Do you think maybe the aliens were watching too and picked the ship that seemed the easiest to target? We're all kind of...[A hot mess?] Unused to this sort of thing.