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]

...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.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[are they like, drawing on a piece of paper as they walk because im pretending so in my head it is hilarious. Adrien nods and crawls forward, though he pauses:]

Are we going the same way first, or?

[because you can't see in the dark luke what if there's a murderer living in the vents. what if there's a sudden drop!!!]

[chiseler]

[This is going to probably be the shittiest map ever, sorry to everyone on the ship. There's a pen in his hand and paint that's going to go on the ground behind Luke as they move and it's going to be kind of a mess that only he will maybe be able to interpret.]

Probably. If we come to a split in the vents, we'll split up. You and I are both on the valued list this week so we should be okay.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

How are you going to make a map of your side if you can't see?

[i mean its not that hard adrien just straight line straight line sudden drop so he breaks his legs, etc]

[chiseler]

[He pulls out his datapad from his pocket, pressing a button for it to light up. It's a very low glow, but.]

Who said I can't see?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Oh. Good idea. Too bad there isn't a flashlight application on those.

[what one wouldn't give for cellphones on this ship]

[chiseler]

They make those now? [Says the dude who absolutely does not have a cell phone ever.] This is just gonna have to work. It's better than what we've had in the past.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Fire torches?

[adrien he's not from that far back]

[chiseler]

[He'll feel himself being thwapped with the datapad.]

Actual flashlights. And sometimes other stuff. We didn't keep a lot of technology around so I don't even know what smartphones can do now.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he snickers at the thwapping]

Way more than a phone should, honestly. Your camp wasn't much for electronics? [that's rough, buddy]

[chiseler]

Think of it this way. We kind of wanted to eliminate anything that made it a lot easier to find us and phones were pretty much a honing beacon back home. [And off they go crawling around like a couple of dumbasses.] Plus I didn't have a job and paying for a plan seemed pretty hard.

[He's...mostly kidding.]