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_

Comments

[refactor]

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.

[jackhole]

[ 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 -- ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[......... yikes

Adrien Will Remember That]

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

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

[missmaladroite]

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.

[refactor]

[ 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.