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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[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. }