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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[douchemag]

[She won't have any trouble reaching him, because he's collapsed on the ground after firing off the ice spell. Judar might have been in his fair share of fights, but the whole deal about being a mage is that getting shot is definitely not in his repertoire. He has barely enough concentration to create a barrier around Jack and Jason when he sees Fiona aiming towards them - less out of actually caring about them and much more out of sheer spite against the woman who just shot him - but it vanishes once the initial blast of fire is over with.]

Oh fuck. [He stares at where Fiona had been blankly for a few moments - and then he starts to laugh. It's not a gloating or amused sound though; it's just despairing and verging on hysterical, like someone who just realized he's been the butt of a joke.]

Shit shit shit, fuck. Tell me that Hat Lady's still alive.

[Not that he cares about Fiona, but he sure does care about the consequences of her dying directly at his hands!! Thanks asshole.]

[antagonize]

[Yeah. Uh. He'll help Clover drag Judar out of the room. Partly out of gratefulness for the barrier. Mostly because, even if Judar might have just killed the Nuwa, Jason's rational enough to not blame him. This was kind of a murder in self defense, wasn't it?

He's grimacing either way, deciding to break the news as quickly as ripping off a band-aid.]

No. We're, uh, pretty damn sure she's dead as a doornail. [Sorry, pal.] But let's worry about that later and deal with that wound on your chest now.

[socloverit]

[This is bad, this is really bad, and she's trying desperately to focus—first she has to get him out of here, then they have to take care of the wound. She's got the scythe inconveniently angled under her arm so she can get his arm over her shoulders and her other arm around him so she can get him to his feet so she and Jason can drag him somewhere that isn't on fire. She's only now becoming aware of Dorian's barrier cast around her and the rest of them, but it doesn't slow her down any, because even if they're relatively safe, she does not like fire.]

She— [Thanks for the help, Jason. Her voice breaks like she's about to start crying because she just might, hearing him laugh like that and knowing what's going to come tomorrow and that it isn't his fault.] She was—was still moving when she set the fire, it could have—have—

[But she doesn't sound convinced; it's not his fault, it's not his fault, but the game won't allow for that, will it.]

Jason's right, we have t-to deal with the wound—Jason, what—what do we do, how can I help?

[douchemag]

[He laughs shortly again, his grin sharp and twisted. Goddammit, he might have been prepared to die this week, but he thought he'd go down spitting in Alice's face instead of directly playing along with her game.] Yeah. Gotta make sure there's someone left to execute, right? Just do me a favor and kill me right after the trial, I got no interest going through one of Ass Lice's fucked up illusions.

[But the change of subject actually gets him to look down at the wound. It's messy and bleeding heavily, but the acid corrosion's probably the biggest priority here.]

Son of a bitch, what the fuck is that? I thought those bullet whatevers were supposed to just go right through you!

[antagonize]

How about we don't? If we kill you right now, we'll be put on trial as well. Not very helpful. [This is really, really bad. He's distracting himself from the fact that the Nuwa is fucked thanks to this halfbaked plan. At least taking care of this occupies him.] We'll talk to the AI. Try to figure something out. I helped kill one of those freaks weeks ago, and I wasn't put on trial. So why should you?

[The body announcement is already up. He doubts Alice will budge on her decision, but. It's worth a try, at least. They should try to talk their way out of this once this mess has been cleaned up.]

It's a chemical burn. Really nasty. We'll— The Medical Bay is too far away. My room's closer. Got a bunch of supplies stashed away there. Let's take him there, and I'll walk you through what to do.

[He doesn't like inviting people over nowadays, but taking Judar to the medical bay seems like a hassle. If it's his room, he can at least kick him out once it'd done, since they live in the same unit.]

[socloverit]

You're not getting executed, you're not, you can't... [There's still that strain in her voice from the effort of keeping herself from crying. The body announcement rings out and Clover feels like she might vomit, and she sways just a little but quickly recomposes herself; she has to keep herself together if she's supporting Judar like this, the urgency of the situation and the need to keep Judar safe and alive is all that's keeping her from collapsing.

It's why she can still focus completely on Jason's instructions, too, instead of losing that to the haze of her stress like everything else going on.]

Okay—okay, got it. [Whatever it takes to get this taken care of as fast as they can.]

[douchemag]

[Yeah, he definitely has absolutely zero hopes about that judging from the look on his face.]

Screw begging Ass Lice for help, she's the one who put us in this situation in the first place. We don't have time for that or to be locked in that shitty room waiting for a vote we already know. There's gotta be something we can do about the other ship.

[Wow, is that Judar actually caring??? No honestly, he just wants to save the Nuwa out of pure spite. If Alice wants to purge them, he wants the exact opposite of that fuck you Aliiiiiice]

What the shit, these things can poison you too?! Ugh, I fucking hate guns! [HE'S GOING TO GO BATMAN ON GUNS but yeah he'll just stagger over to Jason's room in that case, sorry for bleeding all over your floor dude]

[antagonize]

[Nice knowing you, buddy. Such a shame they never got to vandalize the ship with crude drawings of dicks. Jason will open his room and let Clover drag Judar in, not minding the blood that's getting dragged in with him. To be fair, his room is already kind of messy. There are old drops of blood leading from the bathroom to the beds, a drawer is obviously missing from the desk, and the desk chair has water stains for some bizarre reason.

He doesn't care about the mess right now, though. He's far too busy trying not to react when Judar brings up the other ship.]

If there's anything to be done about the Nuwa, we'll have to contact their AI first. Assuming River hasn't tattled to her dear friend Sunny already, that is. If she has, everyone over there might be dead by now.

[And wouldn't that be a kick in the pants? He's moving to retrieve some supplies from the bathroom, but not before glancing at Clover and Judar.]

Make him sit down on the bed. Bottom bunk. We need to rinse the wound before we do anything, so start taking off the shirt. ["""Shirt""". And to Clover, in particular:] If he complains about showing his nips, rip it off.

[socloverit]

[She doesn't say anything about the Nuwa; if she thinks too hard about what's going to happen to Alice, her Alice on top of everything else then she's going to break and she can't afford that now. Instead, she focuses on the instructions given; the scythe gets dropped onto the floor on the way in so it doesn't get in the way of lowering Judar to sit on the bed, careful as she can.

But god she is so not here for snide remarks this is NOT THE TIME, JASON, and she is too stressed and tired and Everything to look especially exasperated but there's an attempt. It is probably lost on him while he's getting supplies.] Ugh. Do you need help with the shirt? ["""shirt""" listen, she understands, but helping is all she's here for on the off chance she's needed.]

[douchemag]

Who the fuck is Sunny? [everything goes over his head all the time except bullets apparently]

[And he just gives Jason an incredulous look at that comment because uh. Have you seen what he wears modesty is not an issue here. Getting his shirt off with the bullet wound in his shoulder, however, might be. Eventually he just gives up and groans.]

Yeah, yeah, just rip it off me. If you got a cool scythe, might as well use it for everything.