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_

Comments

[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?

[toprotecttheworld]

Of course. It's been a long time since I've played cards. My Rocket trio used to have a full deck, but Meowth was so hungry he ate the hearts cards because they reminded him of peaches.

[that darn cat. It's time to move over to a table, so she'll sit down in front of one.]

What's your game?

[hatslinger]

I'm partial to poker, but any game's fine with me. As long as it, you know, exists.

[ darn you dorian and your weird nonexistent card games. fiona moves over to the table as well, beginning to shuffle the deck with her hands. ]

Wish we had something to bet, though. Money doesn't really mean a lot when you're trapped on a spacecraft.

[toprotecttheworld]

Poker's fine with me, but I agree. Let's make it interesting.

[She'll pour some wine so that they can at least be classy gambling ladies together.]

The winner of each hand gets to ask the loser a question about anyone on the ship, and the loser has to answer right away.