cradleproject | WEEK 12

WEEK 12

the pygmalion. . .

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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.

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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.]

[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.

[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]

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

[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]

[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.

[ 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??? ]