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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[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.

[erythristic]

You've been blameless in that respect from the start. You and I both know that.

[#teamdorian may be small, but it is fiercely dedicated.]

Even I'm consenting to this affair.

[tevinteriscoming]

I suppose I shall feel very silly if I'm tossed out the airlock for not agreeing to letting Jack conduct experiments on my blood.

[But. Mollified by the #teamdorian support.]

Very well.

[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??]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Pulling a face. Not reassuring at all.]

And how exactly does the test work? [But after Grell's talked a little sense into him...] No, never mind, I don't particularly care. Get it over with.

[antagonize]

Don't mind if I do, then. But I'll need you to roll up your sleeve first.

[Wait. Squinting at Dorian's outfit.]

... Or, y'know, get rid of your sleeve. Whatever's easier.

[tevinteriscoming]

[The good thing about Dorian's outfit is the sleeve is only on one arm. The other arm just has a cloak artfully draped over it; he can push that aside leaving an arm (and part of this torso) bare except for a few baffling leather straps.]

Will that do?

[antagonize]

[Who. Who designed this outfit. Who thought this was sensible and practical. Who will answer for this bad fashion mistake.]

Sure. That'll work. Now don't move unless you want me to damage your vein.

[And assuming Dorian doesn't have any further protests, he'll get to business and draw his blood after disinfecting the area.]

[tevinteriscoming]

[No more further protests until after he's done.]

Well? Looks ordinary to me. If your test does turn up anything amiss, do check that it isn't just my excellent breeding.

[Rolling back down his cloak over his beautiful and practical outfit which can be used for drawing blood or showcasing his great body at a moment's notice.]

[antagonize]

Dave's blood looked pretty damn normal when they used it to redecorate the freezer, didn't it? Don't worry, though. Anything funny shows up in your sample, and the alien riding shotgun inside you might react before we do.

[Putting the syringe away so he can pass it on to Jack later. But at least Bull might agree with the later function of Dorian's outfit??]