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_

Comments

[douchemag]

[Listen, Judar is the best person to trust with a sharp weapon...because he's too fucking weak to ever be able to wield one efficiently.]

My...[oh god admitting he might have an actual friend no he can't do it] Uh, my king's. I bet he's crying all alone because he lost it.

What about yours?

[chiseler]

[…somehow he's not sure if "king" is what he was expecting, but he nods slowly. Sure, okay, we'll go with that.]

Definitely not a king's. [There's a slight smirk.] What makes you think mine doesn't belong to me? [Other than the fact he's absolutely glancing at that knife again in its case. Pretty spot-on, actually.]

[douchemag]

You're making it pretty obvious, come on. I'm not blind.

[Actually no, he had no idea Luke's in a similar situation at all, he was just wondering what the story was behind that dagger. But sure, he'll go along with people assuming he's smarter than he actually is why not.]

[chiseler]

[Goddamnit. Well this is really Luke's own fault for being obvious so he settles for seething for all of five seconds before he sighs, eyeing the dagger again for a split-second.]

Her name's Annabeth. Not a king, probably just as important. What I wanna know is how they got this from her.