WEEK THREE - Retirement

[al2955]

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

sunday EXECUTION (34) survivors As voting comes to an end, a song filters in played so loud that it becomes distored and fragmented. If a participant checks their datapad, they will see the the victim and suspect chosen by majority's pictures displayed. If they attempt to scroll, they will see a list of characters and their votes in alphabetical order.

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[refactor]

Man, you are on a roll this week, babe.

[ Jack is definitely cackling right after, since Rhys being Rhys is always 10/10 hilarious. ]

What, like you don't have a complaint the rest of the time?

[jackhole]

[ well, he's flustered on many accounts here because 1) dat compliment, 2) "babe", and 3) YES OF COURSE HE DOES. ]

I-- I don't want to waste everyone's time!

[ THAT'S A FUCKING LIE, RHYS ]

[refactor]

[ Jack makes a pfft noise of dismissal, but it's also pretty quickly followed with a laugh, considering the complain that Rhys actually makes... Good job, Rhys... ]

Nnnot sure if that's really the case here, but, hey, it's at least hilarious. You arguing with Al is always a highlight. Think you'll end up on the suspect list again next week? She's pretty sensitive, seems like.

[jackhole]

[ just running a hand through his hair here because uhm. ]

She should get thicker skin then, if she's going to do stuff like... run a... circle of slaughter? Hn. Thicker programming?

[refactor]

[ Jack stares at Rhys for a few moments, since he's not sure why he's so suddenly nervous? But then it dawns on him, and his cheer deflates slightly. ]

...Yeahhhh, let's do both of ourselves a favor and not go there.

[ It's weird to talk about? He hates realizing it, for one, but he'd also hate to talk about it in public. ]

[jackhole]

[ there's a bit of a confused look here for a moment before he seems to realize something and oh, oh right. uh.

awkwardly... reaching out a hand to pat jack's shoulder in comfort?? oh my god. he just stiffly brings it back awkwardly, running his hand over his hair and sort of stammering out -- ]

Right, uh. Yeah. No. ... Okay!

[ ahhhhhhhh he's going to leave now. bye jack. ]