WEEK THREE

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (3)

monday - thursday (35) 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. Along with this, it appears there are new areas opened on the ship. 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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[refactor]

[ With that scream, it's hard to miss if you're anywhere nearby, though even so, Jack is in no hurry beyond just really wanting to see who bit it. Unfortunately for him but luckily for everyone else, he'll come across Bull first. ]

Woah— Woah there, cupcake, what—

[ Jack starts speaking before he's really even taken in the scene in full, but he ends up looking at Rhys with a raised eyebrow. Clearly, he's okay, since he can see Rhys breathing (good enough), but he's still more than a little taken aback. ]

Wait, did he seriously puke himself unconscious?

[ that's a pretty big surprise, right ]

No, no, nevermind, not important. Damn, someone's greedy... Someone actually bit the dust already?

[qundercover]

[Sorry you're going to totally miss this most 10 out of 10 murder so far on this ship, Jack. I mean, unless you just want to dump Rhys here and go back to poking some bodies, that's cool too. He'll be fine passed out on his own in the hallway, right?]

Uh. Yeah. About sums it up. Looks like he couldn't handle the . . . eyeful in there. [two drums and a cymbal fall off a cliff.] Two folks that didn't vote got it. Guessing they wanted an example. Or something.

Do you want him? Gotta do something with him.

[refactor]

[ god he'll be so mad wtf!!! rhys ruins everything fun and murderous in his life... ]

...Considering your pause there, I'm gonna guess that was a pun. In which case, nice.

[ The resident dad knows a bad joke when he hears one... There's a moment where he strongly considers just going by Bull to check it out, but with a heavy, disappointed sigh, he steps closer and beckons for Bull to hand him over. ]

Honestly, no, would waaay prefer checking out whatever's goin' on back there, but. Sure. It's my good deed of the day, or something.

[qundercover]

See, I knew someone here would actually enjoy great jokes. [About dead people, Bull.] Figure that one's going to take a while to clean up, though. Pretty messy business.

[Dumping Rhys onto Jack. Sorry, pal.]

Tell him he owes me new breeches.

[refactor]

[ Jack makes a noise of exertion, since even if he's pretty buff, he's also just your fairly average human in terms of strength. ]

God- Lay off the friggin' ice cream...

[ That part is mostly muttered to himself, but it's definitely funny enough for Jack to have said it solely for someone to overhear it. He's shifting Rhys's weight more onto his back to carry him reasonably when Bull makes his request, and it comes with a twist of Jack's expression. ]

Oh, oh man, now that you mention it? It's totally everywhere. Gonna say, might as well just burn those and be done with them.

[ It's what Jack will be doing with his own clothes. Blood and guts? That's fine. But he draws a line at vomit, apparently. He shifts Rhys onto his back and sighs pretty heavily, but that's more a sound of adjusting to the carrying deadweight with a metal limb. ]

Well, whatever, I'm off before Sleeping Beauty here breaks my back.