WEEK 12 - INVESTIGATION

[al2955]

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

friday (?) survivors Friday comes with no corpses in sight yet. With Alice and most of the ship's power offline, there's no alarm to rouse you all from your sleep. You can choose to stay where you are or to leave it, but regardless, there is no longer a safe haven on this ship. taken list profiles setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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[antagonize]

[Yeah. Yeah. Jason most likely passed out in the most undignified matter, with spat up cinnamon on his shirt after bullying mistakes were made. He's not attempting to get up just yet, taking a moment to try and regain a sense of what happened, but he will wearily raise a hand to start checking himself over. No dismembered limbs as far as he can tell. Great.]

No— Not nearly enough booze to get blackout drunk. [Never mind that he sounds like he got hit by a truck while saying this. He sniffs the air, audibly and stupidly.] Shit. This is... Did we just get showered in chloroform? How are we not dead?

[He already feels like death? Props to the asshole who did this.]

[al2955]

[Clover's scythe is not on the floor. In fact, it's nowhere to be seen in the room at all.

Judar's staff and Jason's lightsaber are also both missing.]

[douchemag]

You sure we're not dead? 'Cause this feels close enough to it.

[but UGH FINE he guesses he might as well try to make an effort to get up!! One hand gropes out for his staff so he can at least be a lazy piece of shit in the air instead of on the ground...and then he starts patting the floor more urgently before he snaps up, eyes frantic.]

Where the fuck is my staff?!

[socloverit]

[OH OKAY SO THE SCYTHE ISN'T ON THE FLOOR, AWESOME, and Clover isn't actually making any effort to move at all until Judar starts yelling and first she just sort of groans again.]

Ugh. I dunno, where is... [...her scythe?? where is her scythe???? she had it right nearby propped up on the counter next to her while she was cooking where is it????

so she rolls over and now she's working on that whole standing thing, which is involving a whole lot of steadying herself against the counter, but she's looking around frantically and staggering to see around corners and behind things.]

No, no no no, nonononono.... [She almost looks relieved when she puts a hand to her pocket and finds the injection gun there, but—the scythe is gone, her first line of defense is gone, Arumat's scythe is gone and he'd trusted her with it and where the fuck is the scythe.]

[antagonize]

[Oh, boy. As his groupmates start to panic over missing weapons, Jason pats the spot where he usually keeps his lightsaber hilt. Just as he expected, there's nothing there. Nada. Zip. Zilch. It's gone, and while his dagger is apparently still on him, two missing laser weapons plus a missing staff does not bode well.]

Aw, fuck. You have got to be kidding me.

[At this point, he gingerly gives sitting up a try. Propping himself up against some of the kitchen furniture makes the job easier, at the very least.]

My sword's gone, too. I'm going to take a wild guess, and say that the same asshole who showered us in chloroform? Ran off with all three of our weapons.

[Not good news at all. He's glancing around the room now, trying to pick up anything peculiar. Any footsteps in the wet mess the kitchen must be right now? Maybe dirt that could have been trailed in from somewhere?]

[al2955]

[Aside from their missing weapons and the sprinkler liquid, the kitchen appears to be in the same state as when they'd left it - dirty dishes in the sink, cinammon on the table, food on the stove. There aren't any visible footprints or dirt to be seen.]

[douchemag]

...I'm going to find this killer and rip their throat out myself. I don't need my staff to do it!

[No, he clearly does, judging by the panic underneath the fury in his voice. Unlike Clover and Jason, Judar is well aware that without his staff and magic, he is completely useless. He'll join the search for any signs of where their weapons might have gone too by looking under tables and chairs.

If he doesn't find anything, he'll stagger over to where Clover and Jason are and use the one spell he can do without his staff - he'll put up a barrier around them so they don't have to worry about the smell of the liquid everywhere.]

[socloverit]

[yeah she isn't even kind of subtle about how hard she's freaking out, fluttering around the kitchen and rolling around on the floor some more in search of their weapons. She's not entirely useless without it, even if it's the best weapon she could hope to have, since she's armed to the goddamn teeth, but Arumat trusted her with it, it was a gift and an important memento and now it could be anywhere.]

It's gone, it's gone, Arumat's scythe is gone... [SHIIIIIT

but she's hobbling her way back to the group, sticking close so she's still in the barrier, still swaying some even now that she's done running around.]

...I've got the cleaver and a really big knife in my room. [because no one here is nearly as armed as they should be??? maybe she'll share]

[antagonize]

Still got my knife. Which is nice and all. But if our weapons end up sticking out of someone's gut, I'm going to strangle the son of a bitch until their eyes pop out.

[Chill. He needs to chill. Keep in mind the Nuwa AI called the aliens out, which makes the chances of this being the souvlaki general pretty damn high. He's standing up now, legs wobbly and using a counter as support. This does not bode well at all.

Now that he's on his feet, he will look over the kitchen once more to make sure nothing is off, but. But.]

We need to get moving. If there's been a murder, there's evidence to be found. Bodies. The usual.

[Goddamn it.]

[al2955]

[None of their weapons appear to be anyhwere in the kitchen or cafeteria, and nothing stands out much.]

[douchemag]

You're gonna have to get in line. [can his weak mage arms even strangle anyone the answer is no

but okay with the cafeteria apparently holding no clues, they can move on? Where to now, gang.]

[socloverit]

Having more than one knife between the three of us would be useful, though... [And on that note she's just casually taking the injection gun out of her pocket because half the point in being armed to the teeth all the time is being visibly so so no one fucks with her in the first place. She'll be sticking close to Judar since he's unarmed and she's not letting the shitty cat die goddamn it.

Anyway off we go, Clover's still dazed and hazy enough that she doesn't think far enough past "eugh Dorian's over there" to go "there's blood why is there blood who's dead over there" so probably Jason can shuttle them off to the medbay before Clover tries running off in that direction to get more sharp things tbh.]

[antagonize]

You can say that again. An injection gun and a knife don't have the firepower we need if we're dealing with our friendly neighborhood meat skewers.

[They're all dazed and gross right now, so they're (probably) excused for not reacting more to Jessie's corpse across the hallway. Jason will indeed shuttle them off to the medbay just to verify nobody has defiled this place again, but if there's nothing noteworthy there, he's dragging the gang towards the elevator.

What a mess.]