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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[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?

[chiseler]

[There's a short smile.] Nah, not entirely. [It's only said low enough for Adam to hear though.] But it's the best option we've got right now isn't it? This way we can keep track of everybody, too.

[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?

[douchemag]

Yeah, why is it that Jack's the one getting our blood? Make him do the test too! [HE HASN'T...BEEN PAYING ATTENTION...TO ANYTHING....]

'Cause most of the stuff we do doesn't require me handing over my blood to someone! [A pause.] Unless we really fuck up. But seriously, you have any idea the kind of magic you can work with someone's blood? No way!

[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.

[socloverit]

[She huffs, makes a quiet tch noise. There's a definite attempt to be sassy in her tone, and it isn't working.]

We're dying anyway. I dunno what this is supposed to help.

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.]

[tevinteriscoming]

I just don't see why this is necessary. It's stupid, and unnecessarily dangerous too. What's the point of all of the effort sticking together if we're then going to do something so reckless?

[In other words, he's just sulking like a big baby.]

[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.]

[tevinteriscoming]

Needles, no. Giving up my blood for incredibly suspect experimentation, yes.

[Mistrust, yes. And also a little sullenness. But mostly mistrust.]

[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 ]

[antagonize]

He sure is.

[Yuno, please. At least she isn't being a total nut job about it.]

Don't worry about him. I'll be gentle.

[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]

[antagonize]

Definitely too soon.

[Don't worry, Adrien. Jason might be an asshole, but even he's looking a little apologetic about this.]

I'll be quick. You won't even feel it. Cross my heart and hope to die.

[missmaladroite]

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