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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[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.