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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Tuesday

[tevinteriscoming]

[Oh no. Oh no. That's so hilarious and sad. He's just watching them furtively for a little while, pretending to focus on his tablet, but looking up every so often to check the progress here.

You're fifteen, children. You're old enough to be judged for this.]

It must be a very thrilling novel, you'll have to give me the name.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[does adrien tense up and swivel his head to stare at Dorian with wide eyes and a blush on his face like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Yes. Yes he absolutely does. save him]

Uh, what? [does he even remember what they were looking at???] It's... I've read better?

[oh my god]

[missmaladroite]

[Marinette just outright squawks and throws herself away from Adrien on the couch, hands splayed. This is terrible.]

Gwaahhh!!

I-It's very nice!

[so smooth]

[tevinteriscoming]

[It's so terrible. So embarrassing. This isn't what he remembers teenagers being like when he was one, you're making him feel old.]

So there's critical disagreement. Well, now I'm intrigued. Adrien, you must tell Marinette and I what you found lacking.

[Now he's just being mean.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[oh my god? why? why would you do this to him.]

Ah-- sure? Yes. Disagreement. [he fumbles for the tablet and looks at the first line he sees for help. it tells him nothing, because skimming the first line of the middle of the story helps with nothing] I thought that it was too... cliche?

[man he sure hopes they aren't reading marinette's favorite book right now because he is Fucked]

[missmaladroite]

[As if Marinette was paying the slightest bit of attention to the tablet. Please????]

Oh? Oh!! Now that I think about it, maybe he's right.

[extremely nervous laugh, what are they talking about, how much did Dorian see, etc]

H-How long were you standing there, monsieur Dorian?

[tevinteriscoming]

[Laughing a little to himself, but consider his need to destroy teens fulfilled.]

Not long. I'd hoped to get some reading done myself, but had to take a break, I'm finding the novel terribly dull. I'm glad you're both keeping entertained.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he gives a look to Marinette "moved seventeen feet away" and puts the tablet back down before looking at Dorian with the face of a teen suffering from self cockblock of the holding hands variety]

"Entertained"... sure, that's one way to put it.

[missmaladroite]

[Dorian Pavus: Moment Killer]

[Just kidding, they were already ruining their own moment. Marinette hides her hands behind her back conspicuously and smiles awkwardly when Adrien looks her way]

[Nothing happened!!!]

Oh, well... we were just testing a tablet, er... reading a tablet on something, no, er, trying to read on the tablet.

[tevinteriscoming]

[How dare you. He's a lot of things, but never a moment killer. The moment was dead when he arrived and he won't be blamed.]

I see. Well, I wouldn't dream of interrupting your reading. Though it seems difficult to do at a distance.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[it was DOA but that doesn't mean you gotta beat the dead moment, dorian. woe.]

I... think we've done enough reading. [he's not going to put ~the moves~ on Marinette with a chaperone, and also, what moves. what moves, adrien.] What was so wrong with your novel?

[maybe small talk will save him from real embarrassment. he can dream.]

[missmaladroite]

[he kicked the moment's corpse]

[Marinette can barely muster up the courage to put a single "move" on Adrien without a third person being there, so yeah, that ain't happening. She clears her throat and tries to go along with the Very Subtle subject change]

I think we're done for today! Y-You can try reading ours, if you want.

[tevinteriscoming]

A trade, then? Sounds delightful. Give me yours, I'll give you mine, and when we've finished, we can discuss further? I've found mine a little less inventive than it might be, but perhaps you'll have a different opinion.

[Fiddling with his own tablet a little. He was actually reading a serious novel, but he's going to switch it out for what looks like a corny YA romance. They're not ready for anything steamier but maybe it will help.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Like a... book club?

[he's going to look at Marinette for her to take the lead there because. what. what do they answer to this. what were they even reading to give to him.]

[missmaladroite]

[Thank you Dorian....]

Er-- sure, sure! I might have to read it again to refresh my memory [because she knows nothing because she didn't read it at all], but-- yes!

[Smoooooth]

[tevinteriscoming]

Exactly, like a book club. I'll expect you to report back, too.

[And handing them his tablet. Hopefully there's some kissing in that book maybe it will be like an instruction manual for you two nerds.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he grabs the tablet with a little bit of awkward laughter because what. why. why this.]

Uh. Alright. Thanks?

[@marinette DO SOMETHING]

[missmaladroite]

[don't expect too much from her, all she's going to do is dig their grave further]

O-Of course! We'll even make a presentation on it, the two of us!

[thanks Marinette]