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]

[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.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

... I'm not one to judge about people's lives being weird [he wears a fursuit to fight crime is he even allowed] but your camp is starting to sound weirder by the minute.

[chiseler]

You're the one dressed up to the point that you even have a bell around your neck, and I'm the weird one? [There, let's just say it for him.] Let's just say it was a special kind of camp.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

It's my aesthetic. [completely deadpan. and that special thing gets a side-eye that Luke can't see as they continue to crawl] "Special"... as in, special forces?

[adrien he was not in an army camp ffs]

[chiseler]

[There's an amused snort, though whether it's at the "aesthetic" or the question it's unclear.]

Special as in only a few kinds of people are even allowed inside. Guess you could say it's kinda like training to fight though, sure. [There's a smirk. Ah, yes, this guessing game. It's fun for him.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Ah. I get it. First rule of fight club and all that. [he's definitely sassier with the mask on. or maybe it's the total darkness thing.] You're absolutely sure it was a camp and not a cult, though?

[chiseler]

[Look he can deal with sassy teenagers, he had to put up with Percy's stupid ass for several years. This is right at home even as he's sketching and painting as they move.]

I'd be more likely to spike the kool-aid than drink it, dude. But it's absolutely not a cult. More like a safe haven. [It absolutely sounds like a cult sometimes holy shit.] You slap on a couple of games of Capture the Flag, arts and crafts time, archery, and sword training and it's definitely a camp though. It's just...hidden from most people.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Sooo... less cult, more refuge. That's interesting. I've never been to any camp at all, so I can't say I'd know the difference.

[chiseler]

That's exactly what it is. The other difference is that we could stay at Camp year-round if we want to. But...eventually you grow up and have to leave and you're on your own again.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Is that why you left? They made you?

[chiseler]

I chose to. It had nothing to do with anybody making me do anything. [A pause, and some scribbling on his paper. What a nice conversation to have inside the vents where a murderer might be living...] Been a couple of years since I've been back, doesn't matter too much.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[speaking of murderer living quarters:]

There's a split here. Right or straight. It doesn't look like there's a drop yet.

[chiseler]

"Yet." [He sounds a little unenthused by that.] I'll take the right if you want to keep going straight ahead. I can figure it out from there.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Alright. Just give me a shout when you drop down into an exit.

[adrien stop being convinced he will fall and die]

[chiseler]

Thanks for having such faith in me. Here, take this. [He's also shoving a jar of paint and a paintbrush at him to take along.] The last thing we need is you getting lost in here and everybody blaming me.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he grabs it with an affronted look] I'll have you know cats have an excellent sense of direction.

[do they, adrien. and do you really want this to be your comeback.]

[chiseler]

Then you should have no problem finding me whenever the paths loop back together. [An eyeroll.] Get going, who knows how long we'll have in here?

[I mean, probably not long since Alice decided Monday afternoon would be the day they all get handcuffed but they can dream.] I'll catch up.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Aye aye, captain Luke. See you on the flip side. [new headcanon: they both get captured to get handcuffed while in the vents]