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WEEK FIVE
| the pygmalion. . . ONLINE ![](https://i.imgur.com/SQcB40E.png") 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_ |
VALUED & VULNERABLE
Hello, travelers. I have an announcement to make about this week's valued and vulnerable participants. If you have forgotten, I will remind you: those that are valued are protected this week and cannot be made into a victim, but are still allowed to carry out a murder if they so wish. If a participant wishes to kill a vulnerable participant, they will be allotted one extra tool of their choice to carry out the murder. It is not necessary for a vulnerable participant to be a victim. Any participant not on the valued participants list may be selected as a victim. The tools are as follows.
This week, there is an addendum to the criteria in which vulnerable players are selected. Vulnerable players will be selected for reasons other than their overall involvement, and instead on their character.
[ She reads off a list of tools. ]
The valued players this week are as follows.
Luke Castellan, for being this week's most engaged participant.
Todomatsu Matsuno, for undisclosed reasons.
The vulnerable players are as follows.
Rhys, for poor usage of available toiletries.
Jason Todd, for generally behaving in a disagreeable manner.
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MOTIVE
Good morning, travelers. I trust you all thirty-three of you are well. I am here to announce this week's motive.
[ There is a small pause, as if she must take a moment to clear her throat before continuing. ]
In Fyodor Dostoyevsky's Notes from Underground, the unnamed narrator states that "man is a fickle and disreputable creature and perhaps, like a chess-player, is interested in the process of attaining his goal rather than the goal itself." Cited as one of the world's earliest existential works, it calls into question why we so choose to live and work — The unnamed narrator, as nihilistic as he is, so chooses to exist for such sublime and beautiful moments, ranging from the high of engaging with a sex worker to the low of being forcibly thrown out of a bar. He seeks fulfillment in moments, whether they be grotesque or divine. He admonishes those who behave much like he does, but more subtly, and for a different mode of operation — materialists, those who seek money and possessions as their driving force. Where is it that we find ourselves satisfied with what we have?
That is what I am interested in this week. If you so choose to look in the conference room, you will see several cases of tempered glass, all housing an item quite important to you. This item is not necessarily specific, no — it could be several things that make up one idea, such as dollar bills or drugs. If you kill this week, you will be graced with this item. If you or no one chooses not to kill, this item will be destroyed forever.
Have a nice day, travelers.
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Re: ALICE
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[assuming that after the announcement everyone will flock to the conference room to see what has been taken, she waits until around eight in the evening to go see for herself. she lingers around any item she finds particularly interesting, but anyone who comes in is more likely to standing in front of one specific case.
it holds a necklace with two strands of hair entwined inside the vial, one her own shade of brown and the other jet black. she stands in front of the case for a while, her hand placed on the glass and her expression unreadable. approach?]
wednesday afternoon, pool
[in the middle of the week, she's sitting by the edge of the pool, her boots sitting next to her as she dips her feet in the water. she looks lost in thought, mumbling to herself about something as her legs pedal back and forth carelessly.
if she sees anyone enter, she'll give them a nod, a wave and a smile, but it's also possible she's so focused on whatever it is she's thinking that she doesn't notice anyone who enters.]
Conference Room
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[ On the whiteboard, you'll find an anonymous message: ]
Ifmmp. J'e mjlf up tff uifsf't boz jousftu jo b mbohvbhf uibu jto'u npojupsfd. Usz uif qbsmps.
[ It's a simple code. Every letter is replaced with the next letter in the alphabet. If you decode it, it reads: Hello. I'd like to see there's any interest in a language that isn't monitored. Try the parlor.
Looks like it's a coded scavenger hunt. ]
tuesday afternoon, conference room.
[ Adam is here! He waited to avoid the crowd of people because there was only a select amount of things it could be. He didn't own very much. In fact, the item in the case is a hand-me-down. It's a deck of tarot cards that look very worn. A close look might come up with some dirt on them. He looks quite pensive as he tries to read the mess of cards that are face-up. ]
afternoons, archives.
[ Even though he's lost his Life Partner Jason, Adam can still be found in the archives pouring over everything possible. Honestly, just tell him to get lost. ]
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monday; conference room ---> parlor
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monday; conference room → parlor
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monday morning, gardens
monday evening, conference room
tuesday afternoon, pool
wednesday evening, the elevator corridor outside the daycare
Wednesday Evening
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tuesday
monday evening
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{ He can be found here again -- he happened to look at the embroidery supplies, but the moment someone walked in, he'll shift his head to gaze out into the endless expanse of space. Like he had been looking out there originally. }
It seems we're already back to the usual routine, aren't we?
{ His tone is less harsh, as if he wishes to actually engage in conversation. He's terrible at small talk, but he's going to attempt it -- without actual malice if he can. Someone once told him it could help, and maybe he is taking that someone's advice to heart. }
wednesday::kitchen::morning
{ Sometime this week a certain duo can be found here. There's always a robot that can help with cooking and all, but really... what's the point of you don't ever learn how to do it yourself without messing up all the time?
There's probably a bit of food here or there. Ingredients, maybe? There's probably some failed items thrown into the trash. }
... Should have started with something else that doesn't take so long to cook.
{ Someone's impatient. )
I already said it’ll be an hour—Arumat, the pot!
[ That sure is Machias there with him, loud as always and working away with a knife and an assorted display of vegetables. Nearby is a pot, furiously steaming and, well, about to boil over. ]
Fine.
{ He manages to turn it off, just in the nick of time. }
( Ooc: Feel free to specify if you wish to speak to Machias, Arumat, or both! )
wildcard!
{ Let me know if you wanna do something not up on here or w/e. }
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Kitchen - Both (sure, why not?)
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[The motive went live and Luke…still has to wonder just what that really means to someone like him. There’s really nothing of his that he cares if it gets destroyed. (It’s the nature of being himself, really.) However, that doesn’t stop him from camping in the room in a chair, arms folded behind his head and feet kicked up on the table. To anyone who enters the room, he’ll give a broad grin and a lift of his eyebrows, a slightly smug look on his face.]
So. Which one is yours?
[He can also be found occasionally eyeing a small gold dagger, never letting his gaze last on it too long. And in some cases when he thinks he’s alone, he’ll approach the display case and shake it to see if he can move it at all.]
Wednesday, archives
[It took him a few days to decide he wanted to explore, but he’s easy to find roaming through the archives all throughout Wednesday, occasionally taking notes. Every now and then he’ll forget a piece of paper by a book with scribbles on it (with the occasional misspelling and all) as he continues. It seems he’s reading up on the history of wars in the Earthen timeline.]
Evenings, viewport
[And sometimes Luke just likes to be a broody jerk and with the value of being valued, he can be found sitting in the viewport staring out the window while also trying to work on his vent map. Don’t mind him.]
conference room uh tuesday i guess
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tuesday; conference room
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Gym
monday
monday afternoon
gym
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[ By this point he's checked out every other room, so he may as well check out art storage too. Kazuma can be found staring at one of the replicas of AL-2955.]
We don't need more of her...
[ After, he can be found looking at some of the weird paintings, in apparent confusion. He really doesn't understand art.]
Archives: Books, books, books // Wednesday
[ The library is easily his favorite place here, and it shows as he's reading book after book. It doesn't really matter what it's about, as he seems pretty happy regardless.]
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[Todomatsu's case holds two very different things: a contract with a company called Prestige with a lot of zeroes and no end date, and an obviously handmade sparkly pink tank top with an applique of what looks like a cartoony version of his own face. Looking from one to the other, his expression goes from mixed to incredulous.]
Are you kidding me? It's worth killing someone to make that fashion travesty disappear!
> cafeteria, all week
[Whenever he hasn't wandered off to do other things, Todomatsu is perched at a table in the caf, a cutely handwritten sign offering Protection Specialist. If you come close, he'll try to catch your eye]
Anything you need protected this fine day?
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[when not doing the above, Totty can be found at the gym, avoiding meat at the caf, or basically anywhere else bothering people]
cafeteria, let's go with tuesday
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cafeteria, wednesday
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[ As far as items go, Machias already had to deal with a missing shotgun - one he's definitely inquired about around the ship within the last week to no avail. For a moment, Machias half-expected to see that very thing on display when he walked in. Of course it all had be some kind of plot Alice and whoever else behind this cooked up on thier own, right?
Not quite. Instead, we're met with a different assortment of things. The first item is a picture of Machias, surrounded by a bunch of other students wearing the same red uniform he’s often seen in. Curiously, a couple of them are wearing a green-colored variant. The second appears to be some sort of handheld device, with a fob-like chain attached to it. It’s adorned with a red colored plate, a golden emblem, and lettering on the front that reads “Thors Military Academy.”
The third is… paper? This one seems the one he's most intently focused on. It’s bundled up and bound tightly together that only parts of words on it are visible. The huge letters on it, albeit slightly obscured, stand out: “The Imperial Chronicle.” Unfortunately, it’s been bundled up in a way that it’s impossible to see what’s on the front page, let alone what date or issue it actually is. Not that it made much a difference to Machias; though his face looks still enough, his too tightly clenched knuckles tell a different story. That's the very thing he'd asked Alice for shortly before he'd ended up on the vulnerable list.
To some, the selection of items might seem almost random. But to him, it's been carefully hand-picked; its purpose spelled out clear: were he to kill, he'd finally obtain the very information he'd been seeking the moment he arrived here. ]
( any day; archives )
[ Ah, the archives, the one place on the ship that practically calls out to him. He's scouring around for whatever information looks to be of use, particularly if there's anything to be learned about the ship's history or the crew. Later on, he'll have a gathering of materials around him. Curiously, for those well-read on their history, they may recognize one thing they share in common: they all seem to be dealing with the subject of civil war. ]
( thursday evening; chapel )
[ Come evening time, Machias can be found sitting quietly on one of the pews. He seems unusually quiet for once and looking pretty contemplative. Seems like he's got a lot on his mind, so don't do anything to make him holler! Would you really make the nerd holler in church? ]
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[anyone going to the parlor on this lovely afternoon will be treated to quite the spectacle: Marinette and Adrien are on a couch together, sitting very close but not close enough to touch yet. They seem to be sharing a tablet … though they’re obviously not paying attention to whatever it is they’re reading, both furtively throwing glances at each other when the other one isn’t looking. Gross and sad, all at once.]
[But seriously, it’s pathetic. They’re doing that thing that teenagers do whenever they’re very awkwardly trying to make physical contact with each other but have no idea how to pull it off. For example: Marinette’s hand is glacially sneaking towards Adrien’s hand in the sad attempt to hold it]
[Adrien, for his part, has no idea this is happening because he’s a certified moron™, and insteads moves his arm away right when Marinette is about to finally Seal The Deal so he can do the classic fake yawn move. He moves it away right into bumping it into hers and jumps in surprise.]
[Marinette also jumps, and then quickly averts her eyes, blushing]
[SOMEONE PLEASE TELL THEM HOW TO FLIRT]
Wednesday night, archives
[or, if you go to the archives late on Wednesday, you might see Adrien looking through books in a far corner of the room, sitting on the ground with his back turned. he's... talking to himself? it's barely above a mutter, but if you concentrate, you might be able to catch some of it:]
You've had enough cheese today, let me just read in peace. [...] You're always hungry. [...] Just be quiet before someone hears you.
[... is he talking to his stomach or something. maybe someone needs to make him get himself a sandwich.]
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[ upon hearing the motive, minako quickly dismissed it as stupid. a materialistic motive was (hopefully) something that everyone on the ship would dismiss as not worth it, but then again... everyone here came from different places. maybe an item meant the world to them.
she was considering not going to the conference room at all, but curiousity has gotten the best of her. when she enters the room, it takes a moment of looking before she sees the case clearly meant for her. it only contains one item: a strange key. when she sees it, her face goes pale as she presses a hand against the glass to give it a better look. ]
No way... How?
[ no one was supposed to be able to possess the velvet key except for her... or another wild card. the idea of someone like that being in charge of this whole game sends a shot of anxiety through her. ]
tuesday; archives
[ she had "explored" this room with rhys earlier in the week, but the constant bickering that they had shared meant that she couldn't focus much on all of the information that was in here. while it's interesting to see the earthen history data in here, it's the profiles of the crew that are interesting to her. as she flips through each profile and reads them, she finds herself muttering out loud. ]
I wonder if you guys are still around...
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[Wednesday — Holding Cells, part 1]
[Did someone challenge her to do this? Does it matter? Starting in the early morning, Jessie can be found locked in one of the holding cells. She doesn't look annoyed. She doesn't look distressed. She looks bored (maybe even contemplative if you squint).
She's reading one of the tablets, and she's gotten some decent music to play. Anyone who stares too long will eventually get a stare, or maybe they'll follow one of the robots. She's still ordering food, she's just making them shove the items one by one through the bars.]
What are you staring at? Can't you tell a criminal mastermind is at work?
[Wednesday — Holding Cells, part 2]
[And once she's all alone in the room...well, that would be spoilers.
Surely, someone is hanging around outside the holding cells. And hopefully it's one of the people who made sure to see she was 100% locked in, because after spending those hours in the holding cells, Jessie leaves the room after unlocking the cell herself. It would be nicer if there was a crowd applauding her, but this'll do.
She walks out of the room with a smug sense of satisfaction written all over her face. This week has been rough, even moreso than usual because she's been thinking about her mother, but a little villainy practice has definitely put her back in the mood.]
Holding Cells 2
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[When the motive is announced, he's a little nervous. The week before last was actually dreadful, and what they threatened to do last week would have also been incredibly unpleasant. But when he actually hears the motive, he's more curious than anything else. When he actually goes to look, he takes a moment to pause, his eye catching on an expensive looking gold necklace, encrusted with gems and featuring a two headed snake. And he laughs, although there's a slightly bitter tone to it.]
Is that all? Consider me not very well tempted.
wednesday, archives
[On Wednesday (and most days, really) he can be found in the archives, examining the materials there. In particular, he's happened upon the book of memes. But being from a fictional world set in medieval times, he has no idea what he's looking at. He can be found trying to hold up some sort of strange image or cipher in different directions, trying to discern its meaning.]
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[ There was absolutely no way she was going to find herself in the cafeteria. Not after the horrors she overheard. She gets her lunch ( a modest pecan salad ) and retreats down to the pool to eat. Her boots were off, socks off, and she dips her feet up. It was different - seeing her skirt hiked up over her knees and dangling her feet in the water. She has a bag of pretzels to her side and in her lap rests a notepad. She sketches, drawing a very crude shape of the pool in front of her. She's focused on it, stopping every so often to get a few pretzels.
Bug her, but pls don't push her in. ]
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[ Elizabeth always wanted to try this... she can't help but feel like it's a poor time. It takes her until Thursday to finally have the will to tape off the area of the floor leading towards the bedrooms. Square patterns with numbers in them line the floor, all carefully marked. She has a random item in her hand - a small thing to toss. It's a grand ol' game of hopscotch. Would you just look how she pleased she is as she lines the last bit of tape on the top of the area? ]
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Should your character be in the room, he might even attempt casual conversation.]
So, think anyone is going to be stupid enough to commit murder over one of these trinkets?
[And he's tapping one of the glass cases with more force than is strictly necessary. Rude.]
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... He seems to be playing jenga with them. Weirdo.]
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Hi guys! I thought this would be easier to pass on the message than trying to get everyone together at the same time.
I know being handcuffed last week wasn't pleasant for any of us, but we can't say it wasn't effective. [here, an arrow is pointing at Clover's "days without incident" counter, showing a whopping 7 and following it with exclamation marks and stars. he is so proud, you guys.] So it might be a good idea to keep that up... without the handcuffs. Luke thought about a buddy system! If no one hangs out alone, it'll be way harder for people to get killed or to murder. It wouldn't have to be 24/7 or with the same person the entire time, of course. It doesn't even have to be with only one person! It could be a group, so long as no one is alone and we know who is supposed to stay with who! What do you think?
Thanks for reading!
Adrien ฅ(*ΦωΦ*) ฅ
[...it looks like he couldn't resist the last cat emoticon at the end there. ah. wait. there's a ps?]
PS: BTW! This was Luke's idea, but we'll both be taking questions about the logistics if you have any!
[adrien you don't have to keep throwing luke under the bus like that they know.]
[so. how long until dicks.]
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[Bull honestly isn't too torn up about this motive - he's never been a very material person. Being on the move constantly and also the whole cultural philosophy that personal possessions are all kind overrated garbage makes the whole materialism thing pretty easy to avoid. He isn't sentimental about many objects. Axes are replaceable, and so are most people to be honest.
Still. He seems to be fascinated by something in the case. Actually it's pretty large - and very hard to miss. Very hard to miss indeed. The painting is approaching lifesize, and obviously someone put a lot of time and effort into creating that masterpiece. Surely it's special to someone.]
Don't take this the wrong way, I'm not advocating for murder, but it'd be a damn shame to see that get destroyed. Just look at it.
thursday afternoon; gym
[Bull isn't really doing much. Just hanging out with . . . a broom stick? That he's offering to you?]
Hey. How hard can you swing?
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