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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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.]

[erythristic]

Recklessness has occasionally worked to our benefit, you know.

[Grell shrugs, thinking about how they've run much more dangerous tests.]

It doesn't mean we can't then resplit into our groups. With everyone here, we would notice if someone slipped out.

[and here's where she leans in closer to tell him in a quiet voice.]

The more you resist, the more suspicious you'll look to them, like you have a reason you don't want it to happen. Let them run their test, and it will confirm in their minds you're not possessed. They won't do anything more than that.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Quietly back to her.] I know that. But I don't see how it matters much anymore. We're all dead by tomorrow anyway, I may as well keep my dignity.

[Sighing though. He knows she has a point. He just doesn't like it.]

Fine. I'll submit to whatever will assure them. And when we discover someone has poisoned all of the juice, at least I'll die knowing I'm blameless in this whole affair.

[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.]

[antagonize]

Pfft, relax. It's just a little blood test. We're not going to use your blood to draw pictures on the ground and dance naked around them.

[That is not??? Very reassuring??]

[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.]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Assuming he's nearby enough to hear this.]

What. What "friends from the great beyond."

[antagonize]

The same one's that'll greet us if this works and we still screw up. Weren't you listening to our resident souvlaki slayer?

[erythristic]

[she's a good student? you talked her through keeping you alive enough to become a cyclops. she'll remember it.]

They also have no reason to lie to us, in my view. It can't be fake - what would be the point?

[antagonize]

[Excellent. Now Grell can add drawing blood to her medical repertoire.]

No point, really. Not unless they want us to join them in — wherever they are. Furry Passing. I don't know. But I doubt they're pulling a fast one on us, considering how many of them died because of these assholes.

[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.

[bloodteller]

No way! I'll be the one who's most gentle to him!!

[ no, still a total nut job ]

Why does he even have to do it, isn't he clear? You're just doing it to hurt him, aren't you?

[antagonize]

If I wanted to hurt him, I would have killed him after Sunday's freak show. Gotten my revenge murder done and over with in public and all that jazz.

[Except he has no interest in hurting Dave or being angry at him. Dave's cool?? He's reacting calmly to Yuno's behavior, anyway.]

He'll be fine. We just want to make sure the asshole who used his body as meat puppet didn't leave any surprises in his bloodstream. That's all.

[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.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

At least we've got lollipops. [he shrugs with a sigh] ....You'll have to roll up my sleeve. I haven't figured that one out yet.

[he's been wearing hoodies and other loose clothing because they're easier to put on, but the downside is he's wearing goddamn sleeves for this because no one warned him about blood tests!!!]

[antagonize]

On it.

[Yeah. Just gonna go ahead and roll the sleeve up so the three legged cat doesn't have to figure that one out. After that, he'll put a band around his bicep and disinfect the area.]

So... How's life been treating you? I'm surprised your girlfriend isn't yelling up a storm about you getting stabbed with a needle.

[Conversation!! To make the needle stabbing go faster, probably.]

[missmaladroite]

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