WEEK FIVE

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (5)

monday - thursday (33) survivors It had been merely a week since the last trial, but you find yourself faced with a new week on The Pygmalion. When you awaken, you will find the handcuff around your wrist gone. 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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[bloodteller]

[ the glass that encases jack's motive gains a second reflection, the image of a young girl with wild, wide eyes. yuno soaks in the image of the little girl, the simple frame. it isn't beaten up, it doesn't look old. not like the frame around the picture in her case. she imagines it placed on a desk, where it sits, proudly displayed to the man behind it. yuno's breath hitches, as if hiccuping, and a realization strikes her.

with jack's reflection next to the photograph, she can see it.

a resemblance, however small it is. it's in the mouth, mouth, the shape of jack's and this girl's are similar enough that yuno looks between the two of them. she recalls jack's grin, and she thinks that this girl has it. small things are what gets passed down through generations. maybe jack's grandmother had such a boisterous, shit-eating grin, too. who knows. what she does know is that there is a hint of jack in this child, and because yuno has sought this for so long, it hits her harder than it might for a normal person. she zones in on it. sucking in a breath with a trembling lip, she speaks with a deeper tone. dragged out from her gut, yuno's voice sounds like the exact opposite of the sweetly laced tone she usually carries. ]

I won't forgive them.

[ yuno wonders if she and jack have the same motive in this moment. ]

People who try to take away things this precious should just die.

[refactor]

[ Jack doesn't actually react to Yuno's presence at first, since he's more or less in his own little world at the moment as he looks at Angel's photograph. Yet when Yuno speaks, it's more her tone that catches his attention at first, but as his gaze drifts away and he sees that reflection, he does turn to look at her more fully as she finishes speaking.

His eyes widen in surprise at her rather brutal admission, but of course Jack isn't disturbed by it at all. He barks out a laugh, then spreads his arms widely, though that's just Jack being animated as usual. ]

Die? No. Noooo way should they just die, 'cause you're thinking way too small here. You start messing with precious things, precious people, and you're crossing a line where you really start pissing people off. So, dying? That's really pretty nice. I am going to dig my fingers into their goddamn eyeballs until—

[ He huffs out a sharp breath, then holds his hands up as if a gesture of peace, though his hands are trembling lightly. He's upset, but mostly that tremor is just coming from getting really hype for murder. ]

N, No-- Nonono, I'm cool.

[ He doesn't sound cool... He's still got this manic look in his eyes like he's riled himself up, but he clenches and unclenches his fists rhythmically as if to dissipate that energy. ]

Totally cool.

[bloodteller]

[ jack needs a moment. that's easy to see. yuno permits him it, and lets jack flex his hands, watching with eyes that light up suddenly with worry (jack, after all, is important), eyes that watch the way tense muscles try to surge high strung energy out of him. she can relate; the expression that washes over her face is a stark contrast to how tight her fists are. white knuckled, yuno doesn't speak for a moment.

the silence is broken by her voice, and it regains the usual sugar coated tone it always carries with each word. like keys on a piano, her pitch shifts back to the edge of tolerable. ]

...Mr. Cool.

[ she's familiar with dad jokes, even if those aren't something she has had much of in her time. regardless, if jack wants to calm down, she'll turn the conversation away from murder, out of respect for him. though his mini tirade wants to drag out a response (mainly, that she doesn't want to give someone so awful that much of her time; the quicker they're the dead, the quicker she can regain her happiness, holding it tight for no one else to take from her. never again.) ... yuno won't continue it. jack deserves that, at least. ]

She looks a lot like you. [ the rims of her eyes are lined with a tired sort of red, as if she's worn herself thin. she looks toward the framed image of the girl. ] Her smile... it's your's. [ there's a terseness to her words that might betray that this is something she had already realized. in a stressed state, yuno's senses register things a lot faster, she notices. with a sharp inhale, she continues. ]

Maybe in the eyes, too.

[refactor]

[ Surprisingly (or perhaps not), it's the dad joke that calms him down the most, since he gives her a look like he can't believe his ears, but it's followed with a short, but definitely less harsh laugh. He can always appreciate a good dad joke, considering he tells them pretty much all the time himself. They just also tend to be mixed in with his murderous tendencies. ]

Y'know, I like it. Mister Cool, it's got a nice ring to it. Not as much as Handsome Jack, but, hey, got a backup now.

[ That part is definitely a joke, but it's not like Handsome Jack is really that much better of a name than Mr. Cool. Don't tell him, though.

He breathes out a harsh sigh that forces out more tension, but those angry tremors in his hand calm, helped by Yuno's joke and also by the shift in her attention. His hands settle on his hips, and it takes him a moment, but he ends up nodding as he looks back to the picture. ]

...Yeah. She- She takes more after her mom, but that big grin, couldn't be anyone else.

[ There's a moment of silence where he's just staring at that picture with a serious expression, though what he's thinking isn't clear at all. He's looking at that big, happy smile now that it's been pointed out, and it's actually... sad, he realizes. He can't help but wonder why Angel doesn't smile like that anymore.

He reaches up and rubs at his neck like he's tired, and he shakes his head. ]

Don't usually like people knowing about her. For exactly this reason. She shouldn't get caught up in-- in what I do.