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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[brooches]

[ There's like 10 bottles and she has like 4 ready to toss if she needs to!! ]

Isn't it obvious, Mister Todd?

[ Elizabeth says with an eyeroll. Her fingers lift one bottle, hoisting it a little higher as if scorning it. ]

People were incapacitated during the week. On the day of a murder. This put innocent people at risk! Miss Fiona especially, if I'm to be blunt. If we're to let guards down murders can happen and wrongful accusations can happen. This removes the variable.

[antagonize]

If it were obvious, I wouldn't be asking.

[Rolling his eyes back!! The real victim of this week is going to be their self-respect at this rate.]

Does it remove the variable? Or you just assuming it will? Anyone determined enough to get smashed can just ask the robots to deliver something to their room. This will achieve nothing. [A beat.] Well — nothing aside from wasting your time, if you want to see it that way.

[brooches]

A trial period would at least answer my assumption.

[ Jason always knows how to make her feel blue, what the fuck!!! Elizabeth in her paranoid hurry thought this was the best solution and honestly, it's a bit frustrating to hear otherwise. ]

Wasting my time? I'm making efforts to keep people safe - if that's not good enough, then - I don't know what else to do.

[ Elizabeth was at a boiling point, honestly. His viewpoint kind of pushes her over the edge and she drops the bottle with a shattering thud. The liquid splashes against her skirt and boots and she sighs heavily at the mess. ]

What does keeping this achieve? It's a vice, just as any other sin.

[antagonize]

[Making people feel blue is his specialty. Maybe. But he's raising an eyebrow when the bottle is dropped, simply watching despite the fact that the noise isn't doing wonders for his mood. Thanks, #paranoiagate.]

Nothing. It's meant to be fun. A distraction. [What did the alcoholics do to deserve this, Elizabeth.] Now, you throwing a tantrum? I wonder what that's supposed to achieve.