week 5 - execution

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (5)

sunday EXECUTION (32) survivors As voting comes to an end, a song filters in played so loud that it becomes distored and fragmented. If a participant checks their datapad, they will see the the victim and suspect chosen by majority's pictures displayed. If they attempt to scroll, they will see a list of characters and their votes in alphabetical order.

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[brooches]

[ She's never met a father.

How sad is that?

It's hard for her to understand how someone could care so much for their child when her own parents kept her locked from the world. There's a bit of bitterness - jealousy - that Jack cares so much about Angel. It's a dangerous thought, one that makes her awkwardly look away. She knows her judgment is poor in any sense - thinking of Booker as a true friend, thinking of Jack in any way a fatherly figure... But, she's here. Writing letters that will never be sent to Booker. Truly hurt that Jack couldn't control his own anger. She's snapped back to reality when her lip pangs with pain - a reminder that she had no father. ]

We need to start planning how to get out of this situation. [ Wow??? ] These killings are getting worse. They're getting petty and for nothing at all. This isn't anything compared to what someone could do to me - or you in the future.

[ She sounds... pretty ruthless, honestly. ]

I won't harp on about your actions, they were in the moment and I have my fair share of assaulting someone only trying to help me. With books, but not... the point, I suppose.

[ Elizabeth stiffens her posture in her seat. ]

You daughter will be fine. If there is any possibility that I can open one of my tears - control them - she will be the first person I go to find. I promise you.

[refactor]

[ That awkwardness isn't something Jack misses, but it is something he misinterprets. He immediately regrets sharing, rambling because he's not the sort of person who's comfortable letting a silence linger, and also feeling guilted into sharing in the first place. There's that deeply paranoid part of himself that seizes up in response because it's too much shared, and everything Jack knows says that's dangerous.

Yet that dangerous kind of fear doesn't show on his face. There may be some areas where he's poor at hiding his expressions, but anything that could be construed as weakness he's much better at hiding.

So rather than dwell on that irrational worry, he plunges himself into Elizabeth's followup instead. At least, after a brief thought to note that she didn't actually respond to much of what he'd said. ]

Yeah, that-- That's why I'm concerned. Definitely selfishly. Won't deny that. But they're escalating, and that's not a good thing. It's taking more to convince people to off each other? I dunno. That's really easy on Helios and Pandora both.

[ Why won't people murder each other for a few bucks? That would be way easier, god. ]

So, yeah. Getting off the ship, taking it over, any of that is gonna be to our benefit. I prefer number two there, since no idea how we're all gonna get back to where we belong otherwise, but, hey, not discounting any possibilities here.

[ Though that last part— Jack pauses, considering her offer, then shakes his head with a smile. ]

That's-- You don't need to worry about that, Liz. Appreciate it. But- [ He laughs ] Well, this is probably going to sound super weird, since I'm sure this is-- It's really a "dad" thing, but that's something I've gotta do on my own.

[ He pauses, since he already knows this is stupidly corny, but he shrugs and speaks with a touch more softness in his voice. ]

I've gotta be her hero.