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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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[ tuesday afternoon, those wandering into the archives in the pursuit of knowledge™ will find that the environment is not as quiet as one would expect from a library setting. At least they’re trying to keep it as quiet as they can, so there’s at least some respect for their surroundings, but it’s easy enough to follow the noise to the source. That source being, of course, light and adelina walking from bookshelf to bookshelf. With some difficulty, probably, considering their handcuffed situation.
Light in particular is pausing in front of the shelves, his free hand raised and running against the spines to determine the thickness of the books. ]
This ship is rather inconvenient at times... Does this section seem of interest to you, Adelina?
Quite honestly, everything in this area seems of interest to me. I’m glad we were provided books on the tablets, but this is much nicer, I think.
[it’s more familiar, more like home. like the garden, it’s something that feels normal to her in a place where so much is strange, foreign, frightening. a small smile appears as she leans over to take a book or two from the shelves, reading over the titles and flipping through the pages to see what subject matter they might contain.]
wednesday, corridors
[on wednesday evening you can find the pair of them wandering down a hallway near the cafeteria, speaking to each other as they walk. for her part, adelina is bringing a free hand to her mouth in thought, glancing at light as she speaks. depending on how close you come, you might make out snippets of their conversation.]
If they hadn’t brought the flowers recently, though, they would have wilted… Would they not?
Perhaps… [ with a hum. Light’s eyes are closed for obvious reasons, but he still seems entirely engaged in his and adelina’s talk, his head tilting just the slightest in thought. ] … It may have been a garden started on this ship, however, rather than one transplanted directly. I’m afraid the condition of the flowers may not say as much as we’d like about our current position.
Yes, I suppose that much is true. I do wonder who might have kept it up, though… Who was in this place before us? I feel as though the answers must be there if we—
[oh no, she’s thinking too hard while getting ready to turn a corner. disaster is approaching, mistakes have been made.
Mistakes that her unfortunate companion gets to suffer through. Behold the rare sight of light field… walking straight into the wall, for the first time in many years. This is why you trust no one. There’s an audible sound of surprise, and then he backs up, rubbing his face with his free hand as he speaks: ]
Is that what you call leading me, Adelina? I trusted you.
[she notices immediately as she tries to move forward but the handcuffs prevent her. as she glances back… oh. oh no. if only he could see the instant regret on her face!! at least he’ll be able to hear it when she speaks, extremely concerned.]
Oh - oh dear. I am so sorry, I did not mean to… That was entirely my fault. Are you hurt? Is there anything I may do to help?
[fusses forever. please someone interrupt them and distract her from her mortification…]
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[ says the blind guy. ]
So, shall we peruse here for the time being?
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[she has no idea what braille is, though, so:]
There is a version here with... it looks like patterned, raised bumps in the paper. Interesting.
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Hello readers,
I am compiling this book to extricate the treacheries of the Winter of 2930. As many of you know, many lives were effected on the day of the Pelagic Genesis — 4.2 billion lives. I find it difficult to write on this, but I find it the only concise way to expunge the trauma I have experienced from my mind — my veins yet crave what we no longer have, and my mind is not allayed by the cold, metallic walls of the cruiser I now live on. If you are reading this, then likely you, too, can relate to my plight. You carry the burden we all do, as we drift through the ocean in the sky likely forevermore. ]
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[ because it's rather hard to read a book with your hands when you don't have both free. the easiest solution would be to... well, put it on the floor and then use his free hand that way, just so avoid tugging on his handcuff-mate too much.
so, down to the floor he goes! so he can read this nice-o book in this murdership, his attention now split between adelina and their newfound discovery. ]
There. Perhaps I should take back my assessment of inconvenience. Are you unfamiliar with braille?
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[she does as he asks, taking a seat while she reads the segment in the language somehow familiar to her.]
I have never heard of braille, I'm afraid. Can you read it somehow?