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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[chiseler]

[That sure was alarming. Luke sat up immediately the moment he heard Sunny's voice and he's listening carefully…and there's a very slow smile.

So. That's how it's gonna be, huh? Once the message is finished he looks around the room.

…for anybody who's trying to go back to bed? Sorry, even if he's a little hungover himself he's sticking his fingers in his mouth and blowing a loud whistle. Camp Counselor Team Dad Luke Castellan is on the job.]

Listen up! You guys heard Sunny…we're on our own this week and we still have one monster left. We have a week. What're we gonna do next? We've got a lot of options on the table but there's still thirteen of us left. Let's figure out a plan.

[For the trial, for surviving the week…they need to start talking but…how do you do that when someone among you wants to destroy the entire ship?]

[toprotecttheworld]

Isn't the answer obvious?

[Miraculously, Jessie needs about five seconds to go from being hungover to sounding determined.]

It's time to buckle up, buttercups, and prepare for trouble!
And we'll need to make it quintuple, quadruple, triple, then double!

[And Jessie rises out of her seat!]

To protect ourselves from devastation!
And to unite us towards a path of salvation!
To denounce the evils that we've all learned of,
We'll have to extend our hands together to the solution above!

Jessie!

[Everyone throw your name in, do it now.]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Dorian is still waking up from where he fell asleep somewhere on the floor under a table, his mustache untidy and hair sticking up at odd angles. Please. Please, it's so early.

But he will let out a groggy, half-hearted: ]

Dorian. At least as far as I recall.

[socloverit]

[it's too early? it's too fucking early for this, and everything is horrible and they're going to die and—and Jessie is still so goddamn chipper, bright and loud with determination Clover wishes she could have and admires so much. Clover is at least mildly hungover and miserable and scared, still at least as traumatized as always, but she will not retreat into herself when this is her last chance at vengeance and salvation and anything, she will not prove the queen right when her dear friend is standing up and motto-ing like the end isn't coming for them so soon.

So she's standing up and taking Jessie's hand, bright in a way she almost never is anymore.]

Clover!

[IF SHE CAN DO IT YOU FUCKS HAVE NO EXCUSE]

[chiseler]

...do me a favor and don't call me Buttercup, 'kay?

[douchemag]

[Judar just lets out a miserable moan from where he's collapsed behind the couch. He cracks open an eye and immediately regrets it - who cares if there's no light in here, it's still too bright.]

Who the fuck are all you people. [Then he pauses, reanalyzes the situation, and adjusts his question.] Who the fuck am I.

[yeah someone's going to have to say his name for him he literally can't remember it right now]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[adrien, morning child that he is, shrugs and lifts his right arm like jessie is taking presence]

Adrien?

[wait, he doesn't have a right arm. all he did was lift his half-empty sleeve. he looks at it and sighs]

Oh, whatever.

[bloodteller]

[ somewhere on the floor, next to the minibar, she's clutching a bottle of red wine and is surrounded by knives. because of course she is? she doesn't even bother to open her eyes, but with a little groan, she raises a fist into the air. ]

Yuno...

[ and then there's a tiny little snore as she falls back asleep??? ]

[toprotecttheworld]

You all could have done better!

[toprotecttheworld]

Except for Dorian, Clover, Yuno, and Adrien, of course. And just ignore Captain Buttercup over there.

[toprotecttheworld]

Team Pygmalion, coming to a standstill at the speed of light!
To make the alien surrender, we'll put up our best fight, right?!

[antietam]

[ Adam yawns but he's alright since he didn't drink. Time to get into survival mode. ]

She said to get the execution and voting programs running. So, what, working on the power? I think that's pretty important so we can actually get into our rooms and all.

... Sunny?

[chiseler]

[In that case Adam probably won't care that Luke's sort of leaning against him because his head hurts but you know. Gotta rally the troops, etc etc.]

I think so. Which means we go back to seeing if there's a reserve of power we can use. The problem with that is will it be opening ourselves back up to the queen? We need to block her out as much as possible.

[But he grins proudly.] I think it's fitting due to her sunny disposition, don't you? [And because she blinded both of them, but whatever.]

[antietam]

[ Every leader needs a support. Adam puts an arm around him and pets at his head. Even though he did this to himself and does not deserve it. ]

You mean the sun that she uses to examine blood and also shine in our eyes? [ He sounds fond tho. Sunny's great. ]

The queen didn't say anything to me since I didn't engage her. Other than that first part... [ There's a frown. ] I should have pulled you back earlier. Anyway, it might be possible to ignore her. How about I go scout out rooms?

[chiseler]

Yeeeah that too. [Adam's too good to him, this is the worst.]

Do me a favor and don't engage with the queen. That was a bad idea on everybody's part. [He shakes his head though, bumping it into Adam's.] Don't worry about that. It's over. We know how to avoid it for now as long as we don't head into Gaea. Scouting other rooms isn't a bad idea, but you need to take somebody with you. Maybe two somebodies.

[tevinteriscoming]

I thought the power is what we destroyed yesterday.

[Help him???]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[dorian.... adrien feels so bad for his technology-riddled life] We'd be dead if we'd destroyed the power. What we broke was the fuel reserve. [how to word this in a way that ye olde mage gets it. hmm.] Um, think of it like using up your magic. You're tired and weak, but you're alive, right? You just can't do a specific thing. In the ship's case, it can no longer move. We have the emergency life supply power on right now, so if someone can redirect some of that to the set up for a trial... It's not ideal, but I think it's possible if... Sunny said we can.

[is her name really sunny]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Making a face. This explanation is worse than using terms he doesn't understand he's not a child!! He's a very smart man who happens to be from medieval times!!!]

Yes, I understand the concept of a fuel source. But if the ship isn't powered from there, where is this emergency fuel source? [He's still assuming it has to be a different magical orb somewhere else, mind.]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Trying vainly to straight out his mustache has he speaks. His wax is all back in his room along with his kohl; what a disaster.]

We ought to make it as difficult for them as we can. They'll have to try to kill someone whether or not it's easy; may as well try to keep them from putting together a decent mystery.

[antietam]

Unless it makes it more complicated. [ He keeps glancing at Dorian's mustache... His idol has truly fallen. ]

I don't know if the groups last time worked so well, but it's a thought. I'm thinking blood tests on Thursday or Friday? So we know if anyone's been infected before the trial.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Don't look at him, Adam. Don't remember him like this.]

That's acceptable. I'd propose random blood tests throughout the week as well. Not everyone, just - enough that it becomes risky to attempt to infect anyone in the first place.

This time, however, we restrain anyone getting tested before we test them.

[douchemag]

'Course, if we try too hard and actually succeed, we'll all be blown up.

[this sounds like effort??? Judar just flings an arm over his eyes and groans dramatically.]

Uggggh, I thought we were done with trials! When can we fight the queen, wake me up for that.

[tevinteriscoming]

That's always a risk, but I don't think it's one that they'd take. After all, they have more to lose than we do.

[Seeing as their situation, if this goes on for longer than a week, is pretty much damned if they do, damned if they don't.]

I'll gladly wake you.

[socloverit]

Judar's right. [what an unfortunate sentence, also god this thing where there are so few of them makes it so hard for her to just not talk to Dorian ever?? this is terrible.] One uninfected person, bare minimum, has to get murdered. The alternative is everyone explodes. We can spend all week wrangling each other, but who cares if we just end up self-destructing for it?

[tevinteriscoming]

No, you're both right. [Sorry, Clover. Keeping it measured as always.] Someone will, and must, die this week. But I believe they'll act even if it's very difficult for them to, so long as it isn't impossible.