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

[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]