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

[socloverit]

This is—this is stupid, we're wasting time.

[It's rare enough that Clover pulls herself together enough to talk to anyone but now she's addressing the whole group, fire in her eyes despite the struggle to maintain it.]

I'm not hearing anyone object to getting ourselves purged for everyone on the Nuwa, which—fine. [She has been bargaining with herself for so long; if her death meant enough, Light would forgive her for it, if she dies for something that matters his sacrifice will have mattered, too, and for him and everyone else who's told her to survive, she hopes this is enough.] But, like, the best-case scenario is that the AI's gonna give us a full week instead of calling Friday the deadline and we still only have days left. I'm not spending them huddled in a little group in the dark and hoping an alien doesn't get me! If we're ready to die anyway, we've got no excuse not to be pulling this place apart! Maybe there's a way to contact the Nuwa, or disrupt communication between the AIs, or something! If there's anything we can do about this, we've got no excuse not to try figuring it out! If we get killed for messing with stuff we shouldn't be, it's not like we weren't waiting to die anyway. If there's stuff to sneak into or break through or just break, now's the time because we're running out of it.