WEEK FOUR

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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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[monsieurchatastrophe]

[listen... LISTEN he heard that snort and isn't acknowledging it he's WORKING ON THAT]

I don't think anyone likes this place. [ur not special luke] We should concentrate on blocking the vents first, then. Once we know where they all are. We might not have any string, but they added art supplies, didn't they? There's got to be chalk or something like that. We can mark it that way.

[chiseler]

Guess that could work? [He'll glance just once to see where Adrien is before he's jumping down from the shelf and vent and landing next to him.] And if that doesn't work I guess we can use some of the paint I've got back in my room.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[the face of a kid FAR TOO USED to people landing next to him tbh fucking superheroes]

Why do you have paint in your room?

[chiseler]

To..paint? What do you think I'd be doing with paint?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I... don't know. I guess you didn't strike me as the painting type? [listen. listen you basically set yourself on fire this weekend that doesn't strike him as luke being an artist. he tries to make up for it with some genuine curiosity:] What kind of stuff do you paint?

[chiseler]

[He's not wrong.] Camp had arts and crafts. Sometimes I had to supervise my cabin and some of the other kids. [Though that's a little bit of a harder question.] It's not so much about painting things but painting whatever seems like a good idea at the time. Some people write letters. Writing takes too long so I paint things from where I'm from.

[So probably weapons and trees and explosions and random crap he remembers. It's a good time-killer and less personal than letters.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

That's a pretty nice idea. I haven't even thought about writing a letter or anything like that. [though there is one thing that stood out to him:] You were at a camp before coming here?

[chiseler]

[He makes a face, gesturing for Adrien to follow to their new art room to start looking for chalk.]

Sort of. Haven't been back for a couple of years, kinda got caught up in some other stuff...ended up living on a boat for a while and taking care of business on the other side of the country. But I lived there year-round for a while.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he falls into step easily]

Year-round? So you never went home? [he sounds way more fascinated by the concept than he should be and doesn't give luke any time to answer his first questions before he continues:] What's living on a boat like?

[chiseler]

[Hey if Adrien's moving on to another question then Luke sure doesn't have to answer the first one right now.]

Better than living under bridges or in a cabin with dozens of other people. [The Princess Andromeda was a weird, weird time.] I steered it wherever I wanted to go for a couple of years. Ended up down by the Panama Canal for a while, over to San Francisco...[A shrug. At least the art room isn't too far and in they go.] Probably would've been on it for longer if the thing didn't get blown up.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Blown up? [he asks this at the same time as he goes to look for chalk which idk if there is because im on mobile, oops] That's... a little bit more explosive than I expected life on a boat to be.

[ba dum tsh]

[chiseler]

Yeah, the appeal sunk pretty fast after that. [A sharp grin. Chalk chalk chalk, there should at least be chalk somewhere.] There were just some people that didn't want to leave any traces behind. You know how that goes.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[the pun gets a laugh out of Adrien, but the following absolutely does not. that sounds criminal, luke!!!]

I... can't say that I do?

[and, because i finally looked it up:]

I don't think there's any chalk here. There's a few brushes, though?

[chiseler]

Well aren't you lucky. [He's pretty smooth about it and brushing past the topic PLEASE DON'T ASK FOR DETAILS, ADRIEN, give him time to think of something to make up.] Brushes will work, I set aside another jar of green paint to take back to my room later. We'll just use that. Either that or find a color that'll match the vents better so it doesn't look so obvious.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he'll let it go because he's polite enough to tell when a subject's been dropped but Adrien Will Remember That]

If the color's dark enough no one would be able to see it. I wasn't kidding when I said night vision was useful in there.

[chiseler]

In a way that's a good and a bad thing. If we've got a dark color and a datapad, I can paint around where I need to go, make the map, we'll block the entrances and nobody else will be able to break into it and find their way around. Except for you because of your...whatever. Powers? Special catsuit? Whatever it is.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he was going to answer the rest but wow look at that questioning his powers he's just awkwardly laughing]

Yeah, that.

[???????? that's not an answer?????]

[chiseler]

[What the fuck Adrien. (Look, blame Dorian, he's the one who pointed out magic isn't too weird on this stupid ship.) But he doesn't think to press beyond that even if he's keeping it in mind.]

...what about that other girl? Her suit do the same thing or is it just a cat thing?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

No, she's got... different abilities. She definitely can't see in the dark, for one thing.

[he's hesitating when he speaks, because he doesn't really want to talk too much about powers&weaknesses with anyone. nothing personal]

[chiseler]

...yeah, I get it. [And that's all he's going to say on the matter.] Doesn't matter too much. Let's get back to the vent and see how it works out.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Uh. Right... now?

[but hes not a furry rn shit]

[chiseler]

Got a better suggestion?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

No, no, it's fine, I just need to... get... my suit?

[why is he so bad at lying]

[chiseler]

[...yeah he's not even going to pretend he's not insanely curious.]

Is that a problem or something?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

No? [well that's believable.] I can go and... get it... then meet you there?

[STOP MAKING IT A QUESTION? oh my god]