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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[mnasthai]

I don't think that's possible. I'm not very good, and I'm still able to cast wind easier than my other spells.

Ah, could you bring it over? I could probably drag it but using a lot of magic makes me tired. [ And he's been running with Arumat every morning, so he's plenty tired already.]

[todorable]

You seem like you did okay to me. Ahh, I wish I went to magic school. That sounds a million times more interesting than math and literature.

Anyway, how can you be tired, you're still young...

[that said, he goes to bring it over! except the vase? pot? large thing is. heavier than expected, and lifting it off the low pedestal appears to take a higher STR value than totty has (to be fair, that isn't all that much). tugging doesn't seem to do anything, until--miraculously--he's able to get the thing to move...

...too far, and it's tumbling forward, onto him instead, gg]

--Eek!

[mnasthai]

We have to learn subjects like that too. [ He doesn't really like them either though, so he sympathizes.]

Ah it's because of being here...I think. I'd get tired at home too, but it would take a lot of spells for that to happen. Here it's- [ And he cuts himself off because Todomatsu why didn't you skill up STR!?!?

Well he's not specced into STR either just all AGI, which luckily affords him enough time to toss out a quick spell. A gust of wind blows over the vase midair, and it crashes on the ground several feet from them. Now the vase is in pieces too. #hetried ]

[todorable]

[he tried min/maxing everything to CHR but even his max is on the min side

anyway, slowly looks up from where he was crouched on the ground ready to become one with art, only to find no more than a few dust bunnies in his hair]

Oh-- Oh. That was--wow. Uh...yeah. Thanks.

[sorry his adrenaline needs to catch up with the situation before he can remember more vocabulary or think much further than 'ffffffffuuuuu shiiii wowwww'. ...not true; he sure hopes alice wasn't watching. crap, does he owe a lifedebt now?]

...Sorry.

[mnasthai]

It's not a problem. [ But he's going to sit down all the same because that sure was some effort he wasn't planning on exerting and he is a bit tired now.]

I think we should just get the garbage can instead... [ And now there's even more to sweep into it.]

[todorable]

Yeah...yeah, that's probably a good idea. Unless we could just arrange all the broken pieces here, like some sort of modern art...

[he is joking! probably???]

...I wonder where all the trash goes. After the robots take it, I mean.

[mnasthai]

Is that how modern art is created? [ He has no idea, he might actually buy it.]

I always thought they just ejected it out into space.