WEEK THREE - Retirement

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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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[brooches]

And another one gone...

[ She's going to sound a lot more annoyed at this point. She doesn't have enough energy for sadness. ]

When will this end?

[erythristic]

When the game has run its course, I imagine. Until we've played long enough and won.

[she exhales slowly, shaking her head.]

Or we've all lost.

[brooches]

That sadly wasn't the answer I want.

[ It's true. They've seen three deaths already - they've witnessed murder and felt the paranoia. This was... ungodly. ]

If friends can kill friends... I guess there isn't much less in finding common associates here.

[erythristic]

...I will ask you something. Would you isolate yourself and fall into misery for it to try to prevent the pain of loss? Or would you try still, to know the happiness of companionship and chase that slim possibility that something different might occur if you work with others rather than waiting alone for time to run out?

[when she asks this, she isn't looking at Elizabeth, but at a point somewhere in the distance.]

None can tell you which is the right course, Miss Elizaebth, save yourself. None can decide for you if you will still have hope or not.

[she doesn't say this out of the desire to be good or any shred of optimism - it's simply a human's responsibility, to make those sorts of choices. and Grell has ever been someone to ask questions. whether it leads to a greater tragedy or somehow the story taking a turn she didn't expect, that remains to be seen. it just happens that Elizabeth is the one on stage today.]

[brooches]

[ Can you stop dropping this truth bomb? It hits home, and honestly, makes her cringe a bit. ]

I've been alone my entire life, Miss. This is one of the select times I've ever encountered a variety of people - but of course, fate has the circumstances fall into this line.

[ She sounds bitter. ]

I'm trying not to give up hope and lose how I view people - truly.

[tevinteriscoming]

Oh, it won't. I imagine if they're already resorting to this sort of cheap trick, it will only get harder to resist.

[brooches]

So they're skewing any results they hope to find from us. Dorian, if I'm to be telling, I know about experimentations and being watched. I know that collecting data, finding answers... they want us to provide them something of value.

[ It's scientific, and she sounds a bit more serious than her voice usually allows. ]

They're disgusting... this whole week of paranoia. Ugh.

[tevinteriscoming]

Yes. I had their motives wrong, I think. I thought they would want to watch us fall one by one to their manipulations. Not pick us off one by one.

[muties]

Ngl, I'm guessin' when most or all of us are dead.

[bloodbiter]

...Remember that if we assume the worst, it will be harder to convince ourselves that we can shape the ultimate outcome here.

[brooches]

You're right, Miss Adelina... [ She stammers. ] Just a mild case of frustration. When isn't that the case?

[bloodbiter]

You have every right to be frustrated. Trust me, I feel the same.

...And you needn't call me miss, truly.

[brooches]

[ That's the second time someone corrects her, but... she just feels like it shows respect. Cordial formalities ingrained into her from a society where women were prim and proper. She smiles, just as she did with Jessie. ]

Adelina, then...

Now, are you alright? You were far more involved this week - it was... unfortunate the circumstances but you brought up some brilliant points!

[bloodbiter]

[she blinks, as though surprised by the reaction.]

Yes, I am fine. Or... I will be, at the very least. Thank you for the compliment in any case.

What about you? Apart from your frustration.

[missmaladroite]

If they have the power to mess with our emotions...

[A pause]

We have to fight it. That's all we can do.