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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SATURDAY AFTERNOON, BIOLAB, BLOOD TESTING

[chiseler]

[A plan had been put together and while it hadn’t been easy to herd people down to the biology lab they’d manage to wrangle everybody down to the lower deck. It went against their rules established by the buddy system, but honestly, who was listening to the rules?

Jack had everything in mind and ready to elaborate on their idea, but it’s Luke who looks to the group of people and smiles broadly.]

Morning. [It’s the afternoon, shitbag.] Thanks for all of your cooperation with this. There’s something I’ve kinda been thinking about since we learned about the fate of the Nuwa and our alien friends that’re running around…and I started talking to Jack about if there’s a way to try and find them. He’s our resident alien hunter, after all. [A gesture to the biolab.] Think we came up with something, but I’ll let Jack explain a little more in-depth. And don’t worry…I’ll go first.

[refactor]

[ Jack is here to supervise, and as always, he's looking confident. His arms are crossed, but he seems relaxed and casual despite that. ]

Yyyyyeah, kinda wish it had happened sooner, but, eh, our dead people have only been able to help recently, I guess? Who friggin' knows. Point being, we've got a lil' blood test that should ID any of our aliens left. Because, y'know, do know that they're a parasite, so I figured a blood test would be helpful, but never had, uh, anything to test. Though before you ask, not explaining the test itself until after. For obvious reasons.

[ He shrugs ]

So. That's where you come in. Don't need much blood, and hell, I don't even really need to take it just in case you're not, I dunno. Trusting for some reason? Which, rude, honestly. But anyways. I'm splitting you up into two groups, so—

[ Jack waves his hand idly, almost like he's coming up with this on the fly. ]

Hell, I dunno. Group one: Adam, Luke, Jessie, Clover, Fiona, and Judar, and group two: Jason, Grell, Dave, the resident furries, Dorian, and Yuno. Sound good? Or, whatever, I don't super care. Let's just get this done so we can figure out what to do with our lucky winner, possibly winners.

GROUP A

[chiseler]

[Go nuts, shitchildren. Thread with each other, yell at Luke and Jason, whatever.]

[chiseler]

[As promised, Luke will be the first victim and he's lifting both eyebrows to the rest of the group. There's a huge pile of lollipops that they procured from somewhere along with various bottles of juice and some other things on a counter nearby and he's already rolling up his sleeve.]

This probably won't be so bad, right?

[antietam]

[ Adam is going after Luke because trust or something but. Still looking suspiciously at Jack. ]

Are you sure about this?

[douchemag]

[Judar only came down here because he's super bored of being stuck in a group and this seemed interesting, but now he's taking a step back.]

Uh...no. This sounds super suspicious. The fuck do you need my blood for, how the hell is that gonna prove who's an alien and who's not?

[chiseler]

[He just. Gives Judar the most skeptical look and he laughs to himself.]

Jack's got a test set up in the back. How is this more suspicious than half of the other stuff we do around here?

[socloverit]

[Not that Clover isn't pretty much always grumpy whenever she has the energy to actually emote but there's nothing like preparing for imminent death to intensify a bad mood!!]

Pointless... [She's muttering while stashing away lollipops but she isn't actually going to kick up a fuss when her turn comes.]

[chiseler]

It's not that pointless. [Said from around a lollipop in his mouth.] If we're going to die anyway I'd rather choose how it's gonna happen.

GROUP B

[chiseler]

[This is fine. Godspeed, friends. Thread with each other, yell at Jason, etc]

[antagonize]

Alright. Guess I'll be lucky contestant number two.

[Waving a syringe around like its a toy??? Who let Jason Todd be the official Group B blood drawer. Either way, he's going first and then gifting himself a lollipop.]

Is everyone ready to be shocked and awed by science? [A beat.] That, or incredibly pissed off if you're an alien.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Hovering at the back of Group B, arms crossed, looking a little cross himself. Some of us still care about following the rules, Luke. It's almost as though these rules have a specific purpose and weren't only made to inconvenience social plans. But he's probably made that exact sarcastic comment 500 times in the past twelve hours, so he just thinks it angrily to himself this time. That's how tired of you guys he is. Too tired for sarcasm. He hopes you're happy about that.

Anyway, being from a time before modern medicine, he has no idea what the point is to this exercise. It seems suspicious and he really doesn't want to give Jack his blood. Instead, he's keeping an irritated eye out in the back for anything suspicious, but will probably need to be prodded into allowing his own blood to be drawn.]

[erythristic]

It's not going to hurt more than a pinch, if you're worried about that.

[yes, this violates their rules, but if this flushes out a surviving alien...she's seen that look on your face, Dorian.]

[antagonize]

[Yeah. No. Hiding in the back of the group won't work, because Jason is going to be a little shit about this. That is, he's approaching Dorian with all the necessary equipment to safely and hygienically draw his blood. Look, he's legit.]

Don't tell me you're afraid of needles, big guy.

[Nah. He knows that's not the case. The look on Dorian's face indicates mistrust, really.]

[erythristic]

[for all the skeptical friends there, even Grell is putting on a good face and allowing this to happen, pushing up her sleeve as she comes near. don't mention the scar on her arm.]

I pray this works.

[and that they have measures to deal with false positives. don't mind her if she's observing Jason do the blood drawing - what, it was all things she was filing away in that mishmash of medical information in her head.]

[antagonize]

If it doesn't, we're all screwed. But I don't think our friends from the great beyond would have given Jack fake information. That'd just be rude.

[Either way, he's going through all the motions. Wearing sterile gloves, putting a band around her bicep, disinfecting the site, and then inserting the needle. It only takes a short few seconds, but the process is easy enough for her to memorize. Maybe.]

[bloodteller]

Is Dave doing it, too? [ she's pouting and far more? concerned for dave? than herself here? yuno ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he's squinting at his cut-off arm in thought]

Is it too soon to use the bum arm?

[adrien no one is unwrapping your bandages so you don't have to get pricked in the one arm you have suck it up]

[missmaladroite]

[Yeah, Marinette's not too keen on this either -- she isn't protesting, though, just sitting beside Adrien and observing everything]

RESULTS

[antagonize]

[After everyone has had their blood drawn, there is only one more thing to do before the results are announced. With all fourteen survivors still inside the Biological Laboratory, Jack and Jason move towards the microscopes. Each sample of blood is deposited into a petri-dish, organized, and then examined under the lens. Jack goes first, of course, being Jack the Souvlaki Slayer — and then Jason double checks the results. As in, Mr. Murder Babysitter actually has to pause to do a double take for... some reason.

This does not bode well. Probably. Most likely not, anyway.

Once science has been done and all samples have been examined, Jason will be taking a step back from the equipment and looking back at the other twelve survivors. The expression on his face is pretty damn grim, like he's preparing himself for the worst outcome.]

Well... I'll be damned. It looks like the dearly departed weren't kidding. [It sounds like he's trying to make a quip, but. But. He's quietly grabbing the lightsaber hilt.] The results came back positive.

[erythristic]

That means...

[there's one among them. who. was Jason trying to avoid a panic of some sort? it wasn't going to last.

silently, she takes a step back out of consideration to not hit people, and draws her scythe out to rest at her side.]

You're certain?

[tevinteriscoming]

[Drawing his staff immediately, and giving him a look. Point to him who to barrier to pretend this from going to hell, and he'll do it.]

[socloverit]

[well that sounds like an issue

Clover watches Jason move for his lightsaber and prepares for the worst; there's no subtlety in how she takes the scythe in both hands and readies it in front of her, glancing purposefully towards Judar, stepping towards and just in front of Jessie—she has a role, she's a likely target, Clover won't let them touch her. It might not mean anything, it might not be enough to draw them out, but her expression is all focus and fire; she and everyone else here has barely a day before the purge, but even if what happens next doesn't matter, not really, she won't lose anything else to the Soulvaki.]

[hatslinger]

[ Fiona had been quiet during the whole ordeal — not somber, not even calmly resigned to having her blood taken — no, just oddly silent. When Jason returns with his results, though, she takes a few steps back. she noticeably looks rather stressed, but she still says nothing — her expression doesn't even change. she's just erratic in her movements.

when she finds she's reached a wall, she extends her hand to it. she looks like she's trying to fall through it. but she can't go any farther, obviously, because there's a wall there.

the next thing that happens comes quickly. in a swift motion, her derringer pistol extends from her sleeve. she swings it around as if her fine motor skills are not completely in tune, struggling to level it properly — and she fires. a green bullet flies at someone, no specific target in mind — it happens to head right at judar, who was standing rather close to fiona.

as she does this, she lets out a guttural clicking noise. if you look closely at her skin, you'll see some parts of it are bulging — and the bulges skitter up and down her limbs. quickly, before she can be apprehended, she darts across the room and hops on top of a lab table, knocking some beakers and jars off in the process. ]

[douchemag]

[Judar already has his barrier up when Jason makes his announcement...and it's entirely useless thanks to being nerfed. The bullet shatters the barrier easily.

It's his speed that saves him; for all that he's incredibly physically slow, he's fast as hell in the air and he's been raised to be a weapon from birth. The second he sees that gun come up, he's already several feet up, which is why the bullet hits him in the chest instead of the head. Still eats a nice chunk of flesh away thanks to the acid.

And then, thanks to pain and sheer instinct, he does something incredibly stupid.]

Thalg al-salos!

[And a group of incredibly sharp icicles plunge into Fiona's torso at rapid speed.]