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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[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.