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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[thanatosincarnate]

It is no issue. I simply did what was reasonable, that is all.

{ Yet, maybe it wasn't just that. Because, while usually Arumat would have left it at that, the whole trial and its circumstances had been momentous in of itself -- if only because of everything that had occurred within it.

For once, Arumat is considering his next words carefully, because he does wish to say a little more, but less terse, and something close to heartfelt (but none of that mushy crap). }

... And I would do it all over again without a single regret.

[breakshot]

I'd... personally like to avoid another round of almost meeting with Aidios Herself, honestly, but I am grateful.

[ Though Machias tries to stifle it with his hand, he still lets loose a slightly sheepish chuckle. It's unusual to hear Arumat speaking like this, but not unwelcome. ]

Had you not been there, I doubt I'd be standing here. Not only that, but you stood up and worked to clear my name... even though you too were also under equal suspicion. [ He's going to leave it at that, easing on the cheese but still pausing a moment in thought. ] I owe you one.

[thanatosincarnate]

Heh.

{ He notices that small laugh there; but he cannot fault Machias for it. Especially since, it's not a bad thing to be lighthearted from time to time, even moreso in recent events. }

You can start paying me back by making sure you're always present for our routine. That said, I'm not one to sit around twiddling my thumbs { Or sitting around with his thumb stuck up his ass. } and I couldn't care less if anyone took issue with it if I could do something to assist instead of nothing.

{ He had little care of his ultimate fate in the end, but if he just sat there on his ass while his fri-- Machias' life was at risk, then he could have risked endangering the boy's life again. Not to mention, on a little note but in a more practical sense, he'd rather not be accused of inaction. }

[breakshot]

... I suppose a rigorous physical routine does wonders for the mind too. I don't think Frankenstein can complain too much if we say that, anyway.

[ Not that Machias has ever complained much - only sometimes because really Arumat. You're going to kill him. ]

That wasn't all I wanted to discuss, however. [ He stops for a moment, his breath tensing. ] ... My shotgun. It's missing.

[thanatosincarnate]

Hmph, like that old man has time to complain anyway -- and I...

{ Hey, he'll go easy on you, Machias, and maybe he's about to say something else, until finally what the younger male manages to say something that brings a sudden silence over Arumat. Like, he just falls dead silent for a moment. }

...

{ Just give him a second. }

[breakshot]

I-- er.

[ ... don't fall silent like that so suddenly now you've got him even more concerned! a-ahem. ]

I- I realize this is sudden, but listen. This really is a serious--

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[thanatosincarnate]

{ If Machias noticed where his words were beginning to come to a head, sometime it would come apparent Arumat was beginning to slightly tremble with anger, and his gaze was suddenly diverted purposely. Despite how angry he was, he didn't want to make Machias feel apprehensive, not after that trial, but it was unavoidable for him to not look back at him in order to properly carry on a conversation with the other male. }

.....

{ His gaze snapped back to Machias. It almost may feel like despite the direction of his gaze, that he was looking past the boy. }

If I figure out who did it, I'll rip them apart!

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[thanatosincarnate]

{ He sighs, frustrated. He manages to somewhat calm down, but it was only for appearance's sake. }

When did you notice it was missing?

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[breakshot]

[ Yikes!!! Machias steps back suddenly, slightly raising his arm between them. ]

Calm down! It's clear someone took it, but we don't know why or what for—!

[ There's probably some irony in him saying this. Still. ]

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[breakshot]

[ Okay. ... Okay, Arumat looks calm now, good. Machias lets loose a tiny sigh. Don't just shout like that so suddenly! ]

And... last night. It must have been not too long after everyone finished voting — that's the last time I saw it. [ shaking his head. ] I did ask Alice, but I'm sure you can guess what her answer basically amounted to.

[thanatosincarnate]

{ These two are a mess -- ah yes, the typical military types in their natural habitats.

Also, wow, you shout all the time Machias. }

Maybe we should start working on a way to reprogram that AI. It could prove to be fruitful.

{ He's half-serious. But either way... }

You realize what this means now, don't you?

[breakshot]

... If you're asking me if I know how to reprogram the A.I. [ completely deadpan. ] I hate to break it to you but the answer is no. I don't.

[ He's sounding deadpan enough to give Jusis a run for his— No, let's absolutely not bring Jusis into this. Machias raises a tired hand to his face, fingers resting over the bridge of his glasses. ]

Orbal technology has come a long way but even that's still beyond our level. [ beat. ] Along with just about everything else in here.

[thanatosincarnate]

You need to be taught some more about advanced technology.

{ Arumat has now appointed himself as Machias' teacher for the things Machias has no understanding of. Your welcome. }

Not only that, but you can no longer be alone in your own room... come the end of each week.

[breakshot]

You don't mean...

[ Oh. Oh no. Machias does not like where this is going. ]

You're staying in my room?! [ FLAILS. ] Why? Why do we even need to go to-- Is that really necessary?!

[thanatosincarnate]

Now you're the one who's yelling.

{ Just a point there. }

It'll only start towards the end of each week. Is something wrong with that?