AL-2955 (
al2955) wrote in
cradleproject2016-06-27 03:59 am
WEEK FOUR
| the pygmalion. . . ONLINE ![]() CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (4) |
monday - thursday (33) 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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[ but yet roxy is going to try and squeeze through anyway, because surely that isn't the worst idea. if she gets stuck surely she can just intangible her way out. right?? ]
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Be careful, someone had to set this shit up so they're either still there or they're...not...wait, how the fuck would they get out if they did this? Mom, be careful.
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Unless it's not a they and it's something else. [Well. That's great. Does the teamwork work to get them all inside?]
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>Keep Trying
>Find Another Way In
>Press 'A' for Ask For Help]
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sounds like >find another way in might be the better option, unless we press a bc we're idiots. ]
Ok, nope fuck this. Are there any other doors into the cafeteria? A handy window or something?
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and yes ok maybe roxy could but DAVE IS NOT TAKING CHANCES with the one parental unit who even halfway approves of his ass. ]
Handy window? There aren't any windows that don't lead to like, fuckin' space?
[ no but seriously mod meta text what do ]
Which I mean, throwing ourselves out an airlock is still better than cannibalism.
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[ going into space may be a bit rash but clearly necessary for survival!! ]
... Apparently that would work. Yes, Alice, Luke wanted to know about gettin' into this here blocked off cafeteria?
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[ may as well be nice since they're asking for a favor he guesses ]
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ok.
He would have taken the vents too but this will work.]
Uh. What they said. Looks like our door's blocked by a table? Think you could help us out?
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I apologize for the inconvenience - I was not aware the cafeteria had been blocked off. A robot will be along to clear the way shortly.
[And indeed, they can hear a robot moving the table out of the way within a few minutes. Proceed?]
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Not aware? Well, shit, that ain't good.
[ opens the door and cautiously peers inside, since dave would holler if she just barged in. is there a party. ]
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he doesn't have his sword out again just yet, but he does fall into step behind roxy immediately, ready to drag her out of the way if that is a thing that needs to happen because their whole fretting about one another thing is definitely not just one way. ]
Thanks, Allie-oop. Man, I fuckin' hate Mondays.
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[ well, that's. odd. towards the kitchen, then. ]
What, did someone block the door so they could cook? Yo, anyone in here?
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[ dave overtakes roxy in speed easily enough mostly because. he doesn't trust someone not to jump out at them still. GUESS ALL THREE OF US ARE GONNA CAUTIOUSLY LOOK INTO THE KITCHEN?
please let someone have made them pancakes for a surprise party or smth. ]
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Anything else seem out of place to you two? [Toward the kitchen...he...goes and assuming the other two are following]
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The centerpiece of the feast is Todd Smith's head, which has been placed upright on a platter with an apple stuffed into his mouth. Next to it is a cutting board upon which his organs and intestines have been neatly piled, as if they were being prepped for chopping. Whoever set this scene appears to have already gotten started, as there's a small bowl of some sort of chopped meat beside the board.
There also seems to be a few things cooking on the stove....]
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actually never mind u two go first because whAT THE FUCK ]
... Welp, this looks a little "out of place", I'd say.
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[ dave doesn't even have a witty comeback here, paling and immediately stepping closer to roxy. this is
okay holy shit he doesn't even know what this is. he's not going to throw up or faint like other people, but he's blanking on any jokes to make for a second. ]
Ok, I don't want breakfast any more. I am ok with the diet plan of never eating again, but would not recommend this plan to anyone else what the motherfuckin' shit?
[ ok but
he
guesses they need to enter the kitchen.
dave isn't sure where to look first but figures he can go turn off the stove and see wtf is cooking (please be food that is not more of todd, please be food that is not more of todd) ]
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...he almost looks better that way. [PEOPLE ARE DEAD, LUKE. But he actually can't process what he's seeing because holy fuck about sums it up. With Roxy behind and Dave turning off the stove he's going to check the walls. Just how fresh is this blood? And he's also looking for any kind of weapon because what the hell was used to chop up A PERSON.]
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The blood's pretty fresh; while it's no longer wet, it hasn't dried completely yet either. It looks like there's a trail of it leading towards the wall. There aren't any weapons around aside from the usual kitchen knives and utensils, but all of those are clean and dry and where they belong; it doesn't look like any of them have been used super recently.]
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Is it bad I still want some breakfast? [ look listen... ] But holy shit, I don't think I can eat anything that comes out of here again oh my god.
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