WEEK 12

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (12)

monday - thursday (13) 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 that the ship is still in disarray; there is no robot prepared breakfast, nor has any of the damage been repaired. The ship is mostly cast in darkness, with the exception of a few rooms, though light may flicker in and out in some rooms. Without Alice, you are all on your own. The ominous pressure of the Queen Mother still looms, though you no longer feel Her presence. (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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MOTIVE

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[Considering the circumstances, it may be startling to hear a voice suddenly emerge from the speakers. This isn't Alice's cool tones however, nor the insiduous song of the Queen Mother; rather, this is a deeply sarcastic and irritated woman's voice that only a few on the ship will recognize as familiar.]

--keep me out of own programs, you bitch? Eat fifteen years of post-graduate doctoral work!

[From every statue, a hologram of a woman flows out - not composed of water this time, but of clouds. As she speaks, the clouds continously disperse and fly back together, as if avoiding someone's grasp.]

Listen up, Pygmalion, this is the Nuwa speaking! I don't have much time here before the Queen traces our location, so I'll make this quick. Nice work destroying the fuel reserve - you might be dead in the water, but it'll block off her access to the ship and buy you a little more than a week before the emergency life support runs out or the Queen herself shows up to physically drag you all back to whatever pit she spawned from. That's still a week you can use.

You need to find her last remaining connection to the ship and sever it. Get my drift? Kill the last Souvlaki left. To do that, you'll need to get the execution and voting programs running again - they're the only things that guarantee a clean wipe. You've all seen what one of those things can do even with a corpse, and now you're likely dealing with the worst of them all. River might be dead, but there should still be traces of her left. As for the trial itself, you won't have any power to rely on the usual tech, but I'm sure you're all creative enough to do it by hand.

And the motive...are you listening carefully, you alien bastard? I've set the self-destruct mechanism on the Pygmalion to an automatic trigger. If there's no trial by the end of this week, or if there's too few people left for one, it'll detonate and blow the entire ship into nothing but sub-atomic particles. Try surviving that. And any of you non-infected who might be tempted to kill just to prevent it going off, let me tell you...death would be far, far better than whatever awaits you once the Queen finds you.

This is your last shot, Pygmalion. Here's hoping we'll be able to speak again later.

[The clouds disappear.]