WEEK FOUR

[al2955]

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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[antagonize]

OPTION A: MONDAY AFTERNOON (W/ ELIZABETH)

[It's a beautiful Monday afternoon. The sun is shining (in a faraway planet), the birds are singing (in another galaxy), and there is a delicious early Thanksgiving feast being cleaned up in the cafeteria. There is absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happening today.

Except—]

- it's irresponsible! We have Hancock prowling the halls at night and I'm sure more will join his rank. Hoarding supplies isn't needed, Mister Todd!

[Yeah. That is definitely Elizabeth's voice from somewhere down the corridor.]

For the love of— Would you just listen?!

[... And that is definitely Jason, coming from the same direction. Follow the sound of their extra salty bickering, and you'll spot Elizabeth barreling down the corridors, carrying about four or five jars of the not-quite-missing salve. In hot pursuit will be Jason, who did not ask for any of this shit.]

Say what you will about it being naive or stupid to put the items back, but we need easy access. Quick access, honestly. We would have to hound you down and get into your room and - dig through your unmentionables... Now is not the time to hoard these like a child with his favorite toy -

[Off they both go, in the general direction of the medical bay. Follow them? Eavesdrop? Try to save Jason? Stop them just so you can give Elizabeth a high-five for being the hero the Pygmalion deserves? Let's be real; only one of these options (the last one) is valid. If you prefer to stumble upon them later, they'll be in the medical bay returning the salves... while bickering.

#productivity]

OPTION B: TUESDAY - THURSDAY (W/ ADAM)

[And for the duration of the Cradle Dating Simulator, Adam and Jason will be holed up inside the archives. That is to say — they're not leaving the dang place for anything, save for the ocasional bathroom and snack break. There may or may not be a slowly growing stack of empty coffee cups in the vicinity, which seems to get bigger and bigger with every passing day. Don't ask them where they're sleeping. You don't want to know the answer to that.

(Spoilers: It's on the floor. It's the truth.)

Approach them? Set up a double date? Try to drag them out of the dumb room for some recycled air? Either way, should anybody try to take a peek at what they're reading, they're mostly looking up anything related to the ship, the AI, and the project itself, along with music, politics, and the ocasional human/Earthen history if there's anything curious to find. Nerds.]

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[hatslinger]

Whoa, whoa, what's going on here? Do I need to go find a stick?

[ you kids are being bad so she might need to administer some corporal punishment. anyhow, fiona is in hot pursuit of jason and elizabeth, following them all the way to the med bay. when they end up making it there, she crosses her arms, looking disappointed. ]

Is it really the time to fight about petty shit like this? [ she says this as if she isn't just as petty as rhys ] Look, we all have got to get along while we're stuck on this glorified murder cruise liner. You can throw dodgeballs at each other's faces when we get out of here alive.

[antagonize]

This isn't petty. [NICE DEFENSE, JASON. Now try saying something with a little less salt, alright?] And we're not fighting. We're arguing a point.

[So, uh. Yeah. They're fighting over here.]

Do you need something from the medical bay? Or are you just here to— I don't know. Referee? Is that what you're trying to do?

[Look. He's just mad Elizabeth talked her way into his room and then hit betray on him. Don't mind him.]

[brooches]

No one will get murdered over it, Fiona.

[ No Miss? Either she's in a mood or 4 people telling her to drop the formalities finally got through her thick skull. Elizabeth isn't particularly thrilled to have their scene so public but when #betrayed Jason by snatching stuff from his panties drawer, but things needed to be set right. ]

Please, don't encourage her to get in the middle. The last thing we need is for someone to - oh, I don't know - get hurt.

[ She's not saying Fiona would, but she's trying to give a jab at Jason HOLDING UP THEIR MEDICAL SUPPLIES. ]

I'm just trying to return what little order we have here in the ship...

[hatslinger]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure my petty sensors are going off, and they're at least 95% accurate.

[ she does hang out with rhys, guys, she knows. elizabeth was a bit neurotic at times, but she could see where she was coming from. elizabeth was also someone she could explain things to in private, but she wasn't really at that level with jason. as such, she grimaces at him. ]

Look, I get what you were tying to do, but no one asked you to be the hero of the ship. Think we've got enough of those, honestly. There's no way to know what will happen next, such as if some crazy murderous asshole is going to use medicinal supplies to cover up a murder or if you accidentally take a big fall onto a pike and end up with a wound the size of Helios on your stomach. [ she realizes after she says this that neither of them probably know what she's talking about, but oh well. ] And Elizabeth.. go a little easy on him. We're all doing our best, okay? We can't start fighting. Not now. We might end up saying some things we regret.

[antagonize]

Which still leaves a hefty 5%. Plenty of room for error.

[Maybe Fiona's petty sensors are defective from spending so much time around Rhys!! But, ugh. Stop taking jabs at him, Elizabeth. None of this would have happened if Alice didn't insist on making him a red herring every other case. Think about that.]

If everyone wants the salves back in the medical bay — fine. They're going back, where the next crazy murderous asshole can use them to patch up their scraped knees. I don't care.

[And wtf, Fiona... If he dies a second time, he's dying in style. None of this falling onto a pike nonsense.]

[brooches]

[ Way to be morbid, Fiona! Elizabeth flinches at her comment, thinking of how horrible impaling could be? Like...how would that even be possible? What the hell? ]

I don't want to start fighting!

[ Fiona she kept the booze in his room as a peace offering and instead they find the grandaddy of all sneaky sneaks. Jason was famous for sneaky sneaks, it seems. She has to level herself, knowing that it isn't about her. It's not - right? ]

Even with salve, there has to be some ... some tell-tale sign of usage. It will complicate things but we need it. Machias didn't need it last week but what if...

[ Please help this naive child. ]

I don't mean to cause a scene, please understand that.

[ Glance between Fi AND Jason. She's genuine guys. ]

And I certainly don't mean to burn any bridges between us.

[hatslinger]

[ rhys georg is an outlier and should not be counted. ]

You've gotta admit that Elizabeth is right. Even if someone didn't have the salve around, they'd find some other way to carry out whatever murder they wanted to do. It's better to have it on reserve just in case, and it's pretty obvious when some of it's taken. [ she crosses her arms. ] Even more obvious when all of it is taken.

What's your damage, anyway? Elizabeth's trying her best here.

[ time to whiteknight for her new little sister ]

[antagonize]

[Somewhere out there, there is a person who dreams of two women ganging up on them. Jason is not that person and this is not that dream. Why is this a thing that is happening to him???]

I don't have damage. [JABBING A FINGER ELIZABETH'S WAY. Rude??? Fiona probably hasn't had enough booze today to deal with this.] If anything, you should be asking her that question. She's the one getting up in arms about this.

[But Jason, so are you............]

I'm going to take my leave now. You two stay here and socialize. Hug it out. Give each other a pat in the back. Whatever you usually do to bond.

[His mom is calling. Or something. Maybe. His mom is super dead.]

[al2955]

[ The first thing they might notice is a very large compendium. It is leather bound and looks important. It's one of the first physical books they'll find in the human history section — under 'anthropology'. Are they curious? ]

[antagonize]

[SURE. Stumbling over a physical book is curious enough, so don't mind him as he pops open that compendium.]

[antietam]

[ Adam spots Jason with the large book and stops what he's doing to look over his shoulder and read the pages he opens to. ]

[al2955]

[ o shit, waddup.

If jason chooses to flip through the rest of the book, he'll find that it's padded with entries on isolated viral phenomena. The first page is a preface quoting Richard Dawkins's study of the meme. This is important stuff. ]

[antagonize]

[oh my god

good thing adam already stopped what he was doing or else he'd be getting elbowed over here]

Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

[FLIPPING THROUGH IT AND ITS A FUCKING COMPENDIUM OF MEMES???]

[antietam]

[ Adam recognizes these immediately. Why does everything in his life turn into memes? Why is he smiling at these memes?? ]

Yup, these are definitely... yeah. [ What do you even say. ] They seem kind of revered.

[ He's analyzing every page for some sort of secret message?? ]

[antagonize]

[Because these memes are pure and they should be cherished. Is there a secret message, though?]

"Revered" is one word for it... This pretty damn thorough.

[He's boggled by how many memes they have here? Though the fact that this is filed under "anthropology" is kind of...]

If this [tapping a page on like, THIS IS SPARTA] is considered human history, how long do you figure we were in those pods?

[antietam]

The AI once said the year was 2956. [ So. A lot. ] I can't believe these have been remembered.

[ He snickers at the extensive pages about the rickroll, then turns back to his work. ] We should take that one out. People might get a kick out of it.

B; Wednesday

[thanatosincarnate]

{ Honestly, Arumat was here with Kazuma, so it makes sense that he'd see the other two at some point. He wasn't crazy obsessed with cleaning up stuff like some people were, but it was kind of annoying to see the stack of empty coffees around.

He only didn't touch them because he assumed the robots would. }

...How many hours have you two spent reading?

[antagonize]

[Maybe the robots are banned from touching the stack of empty coffee cups. Jason may or may not have a pretty sweet pyramid in the works there. Don't be rude, Arumat.

But, yeah. Assuming the datapads display the current time, Jason will take a moment to check what hour it is. Then he'll run some quick calculations in his head, and... shrug. Well.]

Starting from our last break? Four hours, give or take a few minutes.

[Ignore the breaks altogether and it, uh. Might have been longer than that. Confirm or deny, Adam.]

[antietam]

Something like that. [ Does he even know what he's agreeing to. He's still reading. And taking the last sip of a coffee.

He only looks up from the book to add the cup onto the pyramid very carefully. And then he's finally looking at Arumat. ] Hey. Are you looking for something?

[thanatosincarnate]

{ But being rude is his specialty! }

I am -- specifically information.

{ He's probably nearby the datapads, as opposed to books. }

That's the same reason why you two are down here, correct?

Without knowing much about our situation, it makes it difficult to plan a more proper, cohesive strategy.

[antagonize]

Got it in one.

[The datapads are nice, but he's missed physical books while stuck in this shitty ship. He's trying to read through most of the physical copies before dedicating himself 100% to the digital collections.]

The AI might be all hush hush about certain information, but in a place this big? There's gotta be something we could use.

[... That, and there's the fact that he'll pretty much read anything as long as it's interesting.]

[antietam]

It'll at least give us an idea of how this came to be. Maybe information on us that they've kept. [ Not that he expects anything too incriminating. It doesn't hurt to have more information.

After a pause, he grabs the Compendium of Memes and holds it up to Arumat. ] You might like this.

[thanatosincarnate]

That AI won't be able to hide everything -- and I bet this will remain true if more locations that have information about this spacecraft open up.

{ Arumat takes the thing without a second thought. He flips through the pages, raising a brow. He'll take note of the dates BUT... yep this is Earth stuff alright.

It'll take him a bit, but before he gets to the last page-- }

Most of this is utterly ridiculous. I assume there's something else of note in here too.

[antagonize]

If more locations open up. Not sure about you two, but I'd rather have less deaths over new, shiny places to explore.

[Since, uh, it looks like new rooms are unlocked every time someone gets executed. Not very encouraging.]

There's some philosophy near the end. But nothing significant.

[It's the philosophy of memes. Does Arumat dare flip to that page?]