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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[monsieurchatastrophe]

[Adrien saw that trash full of failures arumat. he Saw. he laughs at Machias's sassing, though he balks a little at the invitation] Oh, no, I just heard noise and came to see... I've never cooked at all before. I'd probably be in your way, and you look like you've got your hands full already.

[is that sass at arumat. yes. yes it is. he does move closer to look at that pudding, though]

That looks great, though! I didn't know you could cook so well, Machias.

[thanatosincarnate]

{ He 'hmph's. }

Keep talking like that, both of you, and I'll force each of you to try something I made earlier.

{ He sees both of your sass and he doesn't like it one bit. On the other hand, he does eye what the green lad made, but he has nothing to say concerning the flan. Honestly, he mostly has something to say when he's being critical of something, so maybe its good he says nothing else further. }

[breakshot]

... I don't doubt it'd be enough to outright kill a pom at this point. We'll get there soon enough, but until then that pot isn't going to prep itself.

[ It's sad Machias says that entirely seriously, like he's seen cooking that actually kills. For now, since they're done he'll set the chopped vegetables aside and turn his attention to Adrien. ]

Come on, it's not that surprising! [ He looks almost offended for a moment! Who do you take him for, Adrien!! ] —Er, I mean. Well. With my dad gone most of the time, I guess it sort of happened? Still nowhere near as good as she was— [ Wait. Something's missing. Didn't he set them over here a moment ago? ] The seafood. Arumat.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Kill a... [wow. um.] I... think I'll save everyone the trial and skip testing that out. No offense.

[lifts his hands up in surrender] I meant it as a compliment? It looks great. I've never met anyone around our age who could cook so well. [he also knows like, 12 other teens, so keeping that in mind. then he's distracted by--] Seafood?

[stares at arumat DID YOU STEAL THE SEAFOOD, SIR???]

[thanatosincarnate]

Looks like you'll live to see another day.

{ He'll just smirk a little at their responses, but he's about to remark on Machias' skill as a cook...and then Machias brings up the seafood. }

You were taking too long so I put the seafood in a pot and stuffed it into the oven.

[breakshot]

The oven— Aidios.

[ Oh no. Sorry Adrien, that conversation will have to be put on hold temporarily as he rushes to open the oven and retrieve the wayward pot of seafood— oh damn it, he should have grabbed a pot holder first. Let's do that and. Survey the damage. ]

All right. This is— This is salvageable... I think. Probably. [ HE HOPES??? he's saying all that before he actually looks in. is it fucked after all? ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he blinks slowly and looks at Arumat with a disapproving parent look. even tho he's, like, five.]

I'm guessing you weren't told to put it in the oven? You shouldn't mess with people's cooking like that, monsieur Arumat.

[thanatosincarnate]

{ It's somehow salvageable. Who knows how that happened? Honestly, it was likely just pure luck. }

...

{ The kid giving Arumat a disapproving look... naturally doesn't deter him to respond in what would be a socially acceptable way. He just does the thing where he falls silent and allows the pieces to fall where they may. }