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cradleproject2016-08-15 10:38 am
WEEK 11
| 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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except no, Clover's always hysterical? and the robots take the bodies away, take Arumat away, and Clover is still crumpled on the floor and sobbing and—
All impulse and instinct and misery, she comes scrambling to her feet, grabbing her scythe again and storming past and through the others, wiping tears from her face as her expression contorts into a snarl.]
River! [It doesn't matter that everyone else is here to watch her flip her shit, throwing her arms out and screaming at the ceiling and not thinking that it might be useless; she's all impulse and instinct and fury and if the rest of them haven't figured that out yet, that's on them.] So—so what, telling us our friends were kidnapped and in danger wasn't subtle enough for you to play along with, but—but completely lying to us about what would happen, that—you could work with that! You couldn't bend the truth, we deserved to know the real truth then, but this—this wasn't enough of a blatant lie for you?! [She chokes on another sob, swallows it down and screams louder.] Answer me!
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[Alice abruptly seems to switch into screensaver mode for around five minutes before she speaks again.]
I am afraid that your friends were telling the truth. While I was not aware of it at the time, it appears the AI on the Nuwa has made her own decisions on this matter. There is nothing I can do.
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And speaking of our "friends"— How, exactly, did they haul their asses out of the great beyond to warn us about what's going on over at the Nuwa?
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