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WEEK FOUR

the pygmalion. . .

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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.

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SUNDAY MORNING - CAFETERIA

[ Anyone in the cafeteria this sunday will be able to catch wind of an argument between two familiar voices coming from the kitchen. Familiar, probably because they shout a lot all the time and it's a treat when they finally shut up. ]

Look, I'm just saying that it's a considerate thing to do, especially when you're living with someone else.

[ Jack immediately makes a dismissive noise, but there's actually a slight delay before he responds. Is he trying to thinking of something clever, but devastating to say? No. No, he is working on decorating pancakes. There are bananas, chocolate chips, and whipped cream, and they are going to be amazing. ]

Considerate? Uhhh, okay, there something I missed here, kiddo? If I had a girl over, yeah, I'd put the seat down. But I didn't think that was gonna be a problem.

[ Surprise they're arguing about... toilets.

There's a short delay here as Rhys makes a few choked out noises of offense before hissing, still pretty audible enough to hear -- ]

Yeah, but it was dark and I... I wasn't going to pee, Jack.

[ Jack looks up from his work, and he just levels Rhys a flat, incredulous look. For once, there's not even laughter, or at least, not yet. ]

... Okay, so, not my problem? Or fault? Come on, you always check yourself before you wreck yourself. Or something. [ no one says that, jack ] Anyways, I don't know what you're bitching about so much. So you got your cheeks wet, boo hoo.

Have you ever fallen into a toilet, Jack? It's gross. And wet. And it was like, three am. You didn't even wake up until I started screaming! I could've really hurt myself!

[ Does he sound kind of hurt? Yeah. ]

Okay, first of all? I'm just gonna remind you here that not everyone can detach their friggin arm, so that? That was the best I had slept since this whole stupid thing started. So, yeah, I was asleep and wasn't going to wake up until I heard a scream. That's normal, kiddo. Not gonna wake up just when you get out of bed. I'm not that light of a sleeper that I'm not used to someone sleeping next to me.

[ Jack shakes his head, but then finishes off his creation. He takes a look at it, nods, then puts a plate of pancakes in front of Rhys. The pancakes themselves are normal, but the toppings are definitely dick-shaped, with the whipped cream being used exactly as you'd expect. This was going to be hilarious, but now Jack is into this argument, so he'll laugh at it later. Probably. ]

There you go. Specialty pancakes. Can you just eat them and shut up about falling into the toilet? Still not my fault.

Uh, no. Still kind of your fault. At least a little -- Hey, wait, is that a dick?

[ There's a frustrated groan here and Rhys and Jack finally seem to stop arguing then. Feel free to join them in the kitchen for some of Jack's Special Pancakes or later when they're sitting at a table in the cafeteria, still arguing about something equally moronic. Happy Sunday, everyone. ]

[ So it wasn't the bickering that had gotten the ladies attention, it was the smell. No one seemed to cook, she notes, only requesting the robots to deliver food. She's guilty of it, says the plates in her room stained with pizza grease. Elizabeth and Fiona were partnered up and at a fairly solid percentage. Still a ways to go, though. For now, they both agreed to go into the cafeteria for some some food investigating... better safe than sorry. ]

Oh... I didn't anticipate you both to be the source...

[ How could anyone really eat after... yeah... that... either way, Elizabeth gives Fiona a nod and then to Rhys and Jack. ]

We could smell it down the hallway!

[ It's 100% all of the topping, she thinks. ]

[ fiona regards the pancakes jack made with tender love. she can't help but feel a bit disgusted. when she notices jack and rhys.. well, she'd cross her arms if she didn't have a third to account for. she'll take some salt on her flapjacks today. ]

Oh, just you two. Should've figured. [ a sigh. ] It's almost been a week. Since..

[ she raises her hand ever so slightly, to draw attention to the handcuffs. ]

You've gotten pretty good at it if you can cook pancakes with three arms. It's like you're.. in sync. [ gross ] Must be all those Hyperion 'synergistic management solutions'.

[ Jack is about to comment on his artistry here, but thankfully for everyone, Elizabeth and Fiona's entrance is a suitable distraction. Elizabeth's response gets Jack to crack a smile, though it quickly turns into more of a crooked smirk once Fiona adds her own commentary. ]

I'm sensing sarcasm here, weirdly, because y'know what? Maybe it is. Hyperion is a well-oiled machine, so that kinda crap actually ends up being important. But. That is besides the point.

[ He wags a spatula towards both of them. ]

Because that has absolutely nothing to do with my pancake cooking skills. I am a pancake king. [ Jack laughs, then elbows Rhys ] Aaaah, who am I kiddin', you tell 'em, cupcake. C'mon, you've been the one asking for me to make them again.

[ oh look, it's his two least favorite people -- fiona and jack. rhys doesn't really feel anything for liz but it seem both fiona and jack have some sort of friendship rating for her and that immediately bugs him.

but rhys around jack around other people is kind of a different story than the usual screechy rhys so he interjects quietly about the being in sync thing -- ]

Uh, I just sort of. Let him do what he wants.

[ re: the arm thing so jack pretty much has free reign with rhys just sort of following him and letting him do his thing. rhys feels kind of awkward actually admitting it.

... and now the embarrassing part of jack's pancakes and rhys is definitely turning red and pressing his face into his flesh hand. ]

They're perfectly fine pancakes. Adequate. Decent when they're not covered in dicks.

[ aka jack is correct about everything here. ]

[ There's no way to deny the efficiency of it all. The pancakes were stacked looking pretty well-done and picturesque. Props murderdad, you did well. Fiona's always hesitant to show any kind of ... um... KINDNESS to Rhys and Jack, she notes, but it's not as mean as it could be? She thinks, anyway. ]

Whatever he's doing, it's working. I would be inclined to say he volunteered for breakfast duty for the rest-

[ Of their time here? No, too grim. Backpedal. It seems like they're both handling the handcuffed portion far better than she anticipated... ]

Would you mind if we joined you? I can volunteer for clean up and help next time. I know how to earn my keep!

[ Fiona, don't kill her, she's just so hungry. ]

If, you don't mind, that is. I don't want to impose on anyone.

[ But she does spot the damn toppings... making her face redden just as much as Rhys. Her free hand comes up over her face, hiding it to the best of her ability. As she diverts her eyes. ]

Ah... the shape -

What—

[ liz why are you hitting betray while they're handcuffed? ugh, whatever, she'll just deal with it. she's dealt with the two of them up until this point, so what's a little passive-aggressive kitchen time? all she manages is a sigh. ]

Fine, but I get to pick where we go for breakfast tomorrow, Elizabeth. This is hardly a five star diner.

[ elizabeth was typically a good wife, so that's the only reason she'll put up with it. she gingerly floats over and plucks a banana slice from one of the dickcakes. ]

Pretty fresh. You managed well for freezer-dried fruit. I imagine you must really like Jack's pancakes, right, Rhys?

[ why does this sound vaguely sexual and also accusatory ]

[here comes the furries

Adrien was more attracted by the smell of pancakes than the argument, though the argument's subject matter sort of makes him hesitate near the kitchen entrance. He can't quite see the pancakes from here and he's not acknowledging the dick jokes even if he did (not with his future gf literally attached to him), but he does have to comment:]

You guys act like you're married.

[...adrien that might be revealing more about your parents than you want to, but there is something incredibly domestic in the whole "making pancakes while casually arguing about leaving the toilet seat up"]

[See, Adrien has class..... well, more class than these guys.]

[But that isn't saying much.]

[Anyway, Marinette will basically follow Adrien around like a puppy, but the smell of food has her walking even faster.]

[She can't exactly fold her arms while handcuffed, but she does put her non handcuffed hand on her hips]

Yes, they're always bickering. It's like they're in their own little world.

[shut up, furries]

Edited 2016-07-04 06:56 (UTC)

See?

[ Jack gives Rhys an exasperated look once the furry teens provide their commentary, as if they've had this conversation before. They actually haven't, but Jack feels that this still proves his point. Good luck keeping up with Jack's train of thought sometimes... ]

We get handcuffed together, because we had no real choice, and you-- Man, kiddo, you're acting like— No, actually, take back what I was gonna say already. My girlfriend? Would never argue about this. She usually jumps straight to shooting before arguing. But point is, this is definitely an argument that couples have. I- I know you're obsessed with me, but man. Man.

[ why are the furries so... furry? rhys just shoots them a bitter look and puts his dick pancakes down to find a fork and some syrup. he's going to pretend to be completely not bothered by anything going on here, even as he douses his pancakes with one hand and immediately follows them up with a stab by the fork. ]

That's -- that's weird, okay? And creepy. And you two are teenagers and shouldn't be thinking like that. What are you, five? [ my god, rhys. ] Jack, though, you're not five and I'm --

[ shoving his mouth with a fork full of pancakes ]

'M not even that obsessed with you anymore.

[ chew chew chew, waving his fork around, swallowing. ]

It's been like, what, a year? Maybe, if anything, I miss you a little, huh? What about that, Jack? Maybe that's why I'm like "Wow, I can't believe my BFF Jack let me fall in a toilet" and oh my god, I'm going to stop talking right now. Like, right now. This second. Done.

[ wait, that wasn't where he wanted to go with this -- ]

[......... yikes

Adrien Will Remember That]

I think... you should stick to eating your pancakes.

[rhys please save yourself he is giving you an out]

We're fifteen. [That's!!! Obviously!!! Much mature than five!! Or you!!!]

[Y i k e s, though]

[Marinette Will Also Remember That]

And keeping your mouth closed while you do it. Less chance of embarrassing yourself that way.

[ Jack looks at Rhys as he starts to spill his embarrassing "secrets" with the same sort of look that he had given when Vasquez and Rhys had been having a dick measuring contest over how Jack abused both of them. Yet ultimately, he just brings up his one free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head. Because the worst part here? He's actually weirdly flattered. This also means that he cannot reveal this in the slightest. ]

...Y'know, I guess that's better than the spitting thing, but jesus.

[ What could Jack mean by "the spitting thing"? Don't ask. Seriously. In fact, he doesn't seem to want the furry teens to ask, since he quickly changes the subject to point his spatula at both of them. ]

Ignoring everything that Rhys just said, you two. Pancakes? I'm on a roll here, so I'll make ya some. Even sans decorations since, uh, that would be weird. Decorate your own.

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