WEEK 6

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (6)

monday - thursday (31) survivors Sunday's trial was only mere hours ago, but you find yourself faced with a new week on The Pygmalion. When you awaken, you will find the ship restored to its previous state, all areas interfered with during the murder looking mostly the same as they did before. Along with this, it appears there are new areas opened on the ship. It seems you have more exploring to do. 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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[hatslinger]

TUESDAY: garbage disposal
[ fiona always manages to find some way to occupy herself. today, that is by burning shit. she's pretty impressed how much fire the incinerator can conjure and just how consistently it can do that. if you walk in, you might see her placing some discarded stuff in the incinerator room like napkins, plastic containers, maybe even a shirt or two if she's feeling fancy.

she tosses the things in there and then reclines in a nearby chair with her feet propped up as she watches all of it go down in flames. somehow her expression is still pretty blase. ]

WEDNESDAY: parlor
[ wednesday comes, and with it, some bad feelings. fiona's nightmares were pretty standard — along with your basic stuff like teeth falling out and being ugly, she dreamt of sasha. she woke up feeling helpless, restless, grasping for something she can't reach.

she decided she'd swear off sleep. at least until the effects of the motive had ended. as such, she finds herself wandering the halls, looking for anyone she knows — she felt lonely. it was a rare feeling, wanting to be around someone so badly like this. when she sees someone she recognizes walk into the parlor, she approaches them immediately, smiling. ]

Hey, do you need help with anything? As in like 'helping the old lady next door take her groceries inside' kinda help, not the murder kind.

wednesday

[toprotecttheworld]

Oh, it's just you, Fiona.

[Jessie sounds a little relieved when she turns and it sees it's Fiona behind her. She's on the ground, on her hands and knees. She'd been hallucinating pennies, and she had the strangest desire to pick them up, like they were the most important source of revenue in the world.

But she springs to her feet.]

I was just checking the floor for clues.

[hatslinger]

Uh.. Are these general clues, or something specific?

[ fiona lifts her foot and checks under her boot, just in case she stepped in something unsavory like an arbok egg or something. ]

[toprotecttheworld]

Aha, my mistake, I must've been seeing things~!

[She straightens right up. How embarrassing.]

What brings you in here, Fiona? Couldn't resist following me?

[hatslinger]

I'm just not feeling too swift, I guess. I saw you and wanted to chat.

[ which is at least sort of true. ]

It's only Wednesday. We should stick together. It'll make week go by.. faster.

[toprotecttheworld]

I don't really mind, I suppose. If you want the best company possible, you've definitely picked the right person.

[Is there alcohol in the lounge again, she's going to search for a bottle of wine.]

So? What's on your mind? Seems like the motive isn't giving us that much trouble yet.

[No, it is, Jessie's tired as heck, too.]

[hatslinger]

Not much, honestly, and that's probably for the best.

[ jessie was a good enough distraction. fiona thankfully has a pack of cards on her, so she pulls that out and flashes it at jessie. ]

Are you up for a round?

tuesday

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[adrien's face upon coming by the scene of fiona lounging in front of a fire is mostly one of amusement. he's done stupid shit to entertain himself too but this is still funny, somehow]

You look like you could use some marshmallows.

[so that they can get burnt to a crisp and wasted, really...]

[hatslinger]

Sounds like a perfect use of spacegrade technology, honestly.

[ she'd love to see the life drain from those marshmallows' nonexistent eyes. ]

How're you occupying yourself? Holding up okay?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I'm fine, don't worry about me. [like he'd ever say otherwise... still, he walks closer to Fiona's spot before asking:] What about you? Bonfires keeping you busy?

[hatslinger]

Busy enough. Waiting ten minutes to see everything go up in flames is a little cruel, though.

small>[ she says this as fire starts to pour out of it yet again, burning away a few discarded napkins. ]

How's your friend? Marinette? I hope all you guys have been sticking together.

[ the teens, she means. you know, adrien, marinette, adelina, bull.. ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

What's that saying about rewards only coming to those who are patient...? Maybe that's what the incinerator is trying to teach you.

[it's said cheekily enough but then. must everyone talk to him about marinette. he looks off to the side with a shy smile]

Marinette's fine. I've... been hanging out with a lot of people, recently, if that's what you're asking?

[it is not, but boy is he Great at changing subjects. also leave ladybull, the love of his life, alone, wow]

how dare you reply to my tag when i typo'd

[hatslinger]

I can tell you with thirty years of confidence that that's utter bullshit. You've gotta go get the rewards yourself. Like, uproot them from the ground like rhizomes.

[ there's your very serious lesson about being a pyromaniac for the day adrien. ]

Ooooh? Like.. Dave? [ she had to go there ] Be careful. I'm sure you've heard this before, but all's fair in love and murder. And a few other things, really, not a lot's actually that fair.

tuesday

[refactor]

[ because of course fiona wouldn't be that nice to jack on wednesday ]

[ But truth be told, Jack is here to do... largely the same thing. More or less. For one, setting things on fire is always pretty exciting, and two, he will be honestly shocked if someone doesn't end up barbecue via this thing this week. Like, it's so obvious that he's not sure whether he'll be disappointed in the lack of creativity or give approval for the brutality. Murder ratings are truly hard to dole out.

So when he walks in, the first thing to announce his presence is a laugh, naturally. ]

Ohhh, should've known it would be you.

[ What does that even mean?? It's probably an insult, regardless. ]

[hatslinger]

[ fiona's secretly hoping this thing will run out of pro-pain or something so fire can be eliminated entirely. it'd completely skew jack's rotten murder tomatoes scale, and she's perfectly fine with that. she doesn't feel too annoyed when she sees jack, though, as it's still early in the week and her dreams hadn't been bothering her too much yet — they were enough to unnerve her and make her want to distract her wandering mind, sure, but not enough to actively avoid the scummier companions she had here.

she glances over her shoulder just as another salvo of flames waste away some plastic silverware. ]

You know us Pandorans, always itching for some calamity.

[ she'll accept it. it's whatever. ]

[refactor]

Now you're starting to get it. Honestly, about time.

[ It sounds sarcastic, but you also really have to wonder with Jack, since it could be completely serious... He walks closer with his arms crossed, though he cants his head lightly as he also watches the fiery show, though at least he doesn't look like he's planning to stay. Though something does dawn on him, since there's not exactly much he'd consider worth burning. ]

Wait wait wait, what'd you even find to burn in the first place?

[hatslinger]

[ it doesn't bother her either way, as she'd learned over time that jack's disdain for pandorans was near blind, like a grandma talking about rascally teenagers. ]

Anything I can find. The poster over there says it goes off every day automatically, so it was a lot more satisfying earlier when all the garbage from yesterday was in it. Now I've just got this.

[ she rolls back in her chair just a bit to reveal a garbage bag at her feet. it's open enough for jack to see random disposables like empty containers and paper towels. ]

[refactor]

[ Unless, of course, you wore cowboy hats. Maybe that's why he was somewhat decent(ish), relatively speaking to Fiona. Or maybe just why she got a high rating, unbeknownst to her. ]

[ Jack makes a noise of interest, then takes a half-step closer so that he can nudge the bag with his foot to get it to open a bit more. He can see the random disposables, but surely it's not just that. Though, then again, as he realizes his disappointment at realizing it is indeed just that, he also withdraws, since this is starting to feel like the thoughts of a certain explosions-obsessed competitor. ]

Y'know, it occurs to be, this ship is pretty obviously built to encourage casual murder, least so far as I see it, but this one in particular? This one is annoying.

[ Jack laughs as he looks back to the incinerator. ]

Maybe not this week, but eventually, would definitely bet money that we're going to be pulling someone outta here. Or, y'know, their ashes if we really suck.

[hatslinger]

I mean, a garden full of mostly toxic plants and a medical bay full of drugs that cause more death than healing? Yeah, I think just about everything on this ship has at least some backhanded murderous purpose. But at least this is useful. Otherwise we'd have six weeks of slop piling up in the cafeteria, and I don't particularly want to eat around a mound of discarded cream corn.

[ she eyes the incinerator again, though, contemplating it. surely everyone thought 'oh shit' as soon as they saw it, but what jack just said.. that makes her even more worried. ]

Someone could use this thing for a murder and we may never even know. It'd leave no trace, besides some cigarette droppings. That'd be pretty bad for us. [ she's starting to wish she had a cigarette now. ] We're going to have to start considering this for every murder that happens. It's a game changer.

wednesday

[todorable]

Yes!

...Give me a minute to think of something. We have surprisingly few duties here, after all.

[hatslinger]

Don't worry. I got time.

[ like a lot of time. it sucks. ]

Surely you need some help, though. Rearranging furniture? Love advice? Something?

[todorable]

[24 hours are so much longer when you can't sleep through any of them]

You give out love advice? I mean, no offense, super no offense, that kind of thing just doesn't seem like your bag.

[hatslinger]

Wha— and why's that?

[ offense definitely taken. she crosses her arms, looking a bit huffy. ]

I've got plenty of love advice to give. Maybe sometimes I just don't always take it to heart myself.

[todorable]

No--no no no! I mean, I bet you've got loads of suitors, you're beating them off with sticks! It's more that when I think of love advice, I think of like...old ladies in fortune teller booths, or like...giggly high school girls. --But, but that's just me! I bet your advice would be great because you wear amazing hats!

[hatslinger]

You really think they're amazing? Gee, thanks.

[ todomatsu hit exactly the right button to satiate her. ]

So? Is that what you need help with? Need to make a few careless whispers in someone's ear? I can definitely help with that.