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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[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]

[chiseler]

[Continually suspicious. Just. So much suspicion happening all the time.]

Don't take too long, okay? [And he's already on the move again. Go on. Go be the magical cat girl you truly are.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[left by himself behind, he's going to use that opportunity to deadpan mutter at his jacket]

Stop laughing.

[he'll find and meet up with Luke whe...rever he is (dry storage??) later in full catsuit, after he's given the empty art storage room a cool light show. he'll salute and pretend he isn't Suspicious]

Soo, where do we go, boss?

[chiseler]

[Definitely back in the dry storage and creating a boost up, totally oblivious to Plagg or anything of the like. He's definitely eyeing the catsuit though before he points up.]

Once we're in the vents, we can head north and see where it stretches. You good to crawl for a little bit?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I'll be fine. Cats usually go on all fours anyway. [... including him when he runs sometimes let's not mention that] What about you, though? It goes straight up for a bit.

[chiseler]

[Annnd a shrug.] I've been trained for just about anything. I think it'll be fine and if it's not then I'll figure it out when we're in there. [Luke Castellan is an A+ planner.] Get a head start. I'll be right behind you.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

...Try not to break your legs when you fall.

[should he really be cheeky in this situation. he is anyway!! he climbs up and into the vent pretty quickly, with-- wait for it-- ~cat like grace~]

[chiseler]

[Hopefully Adrien can land on all fours when Luke ends up throwing him out of the vents :| But in all seriousness it takes a few short minutes after Adrien's already in the vents that Luke climbs the shelves and jumps up, carefully squeezing his way up and using all four of his limbs to balance himself. Having above-average athletic ability and intense dexterity helps a lot. But it's up up and away and…eventually…he gets himself lodged in there to where it's not entirely a straight shot. 10 points, etc. Let's not talk about how much harder that is than it should be.]

Do you even know which way north is?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he's just waiting patiently while Luke struggles to get up, being a shitty cat with superpowers. He pretends to think about his question then shrugs, completely casual]

Not unless you've got a tree I can check to see where the moss is growing out of, nope.

[that's what a GPS is for, luke, geez]

[chiseler]

Yeah, let me just pull it out of my pocket. [He pauses though, seemingly listening for something before pointing to an opening to the left.] Head that way. Should be a good place to start. [It's probably not north, but whatever.]