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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[jackhole]

[ 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. ]

[brooches]

[ 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 -

[hatslinger]

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 ]