WEEK 6

[al2955]

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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[bloodbiter]

monday evening, zero gravity

a
[at around six or seven on monday, adelina is sitting on the floor in the zero gravity room with the settings turned to normal gravity, which is possibly the most boring use of this room to exist. shame.

the wall setting is set to 'horsehead nebula', and she's holding a pencil and paper as she looks at the image. there's a small smile on her face as she sketches.]

b

[alternatively, around an hour later, it seems she's figured out how to work the controls to alter the level of gravity. after a few bumps (literally, thanks ceiling), she's hovering in midair as she draws to get a different angle.

until she holds the pencil a bit too lightly and it goes floating up above her quicker than she manages to grab it once more. oops.]

...I should have realized that may happen.

thursday late morning, holding cells

[as the week progresses, she's been trying to sleep less, but being poorly rested doesn't help her in dealing with the nightmares when they come. there's a night that she's rested that she hasn't awoken panicked, crying, only to feel a deep sense of sorrow and loss when she remembers where she is.

she'd be perfectly content to spend the day in her room, but she knows she'll be forced to leave eventually. she has enough dignity to avoid being dragged out, so before that can happen, she leaves the room to sit in a corner of the holding cell, regaining her composure enough that she at least looks somber rather than distressed. she'll glance up at anyone who enters, but she won't start a conversation without being approached.]

Holding Cells

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[Oh dear. This doesn't look good. At least you didn't board up a cell with cardboard. Figuring she should return the favor, Shelley approaches to the cell and keeps her distance]

...you really look like you have seen better days.

[bloodbiter]

[she shakes her head, trying for a weak smile]

I will be fine, I assure you. I just thought... Everyone certainly has a great deal on their minds with this particular motive. I doubt I would be pleasant company at the moment, and I didn't want to burden anyone when there's too much of that occurring already.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

I think some people would appreciate talking with you...

[Shelley hesitates before adding]

At least I did when I was freaking out a couple weeks ago.

[bloodbiter]

...That's very kind of you to say. Thank you. I think I was in rather better spirits in that circumstance, however.

[a small intake of breath]

Are you faring well? This is a much crueler motive than that of last week, I think.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Yeah, I'm feeling okay! It helps that I once fought my worst fear and broke her face. I didn't even know it was my worst fear.

[So all in all, she isn't scared]

It'd be great if those nightmares didn't happen, though. There's enough burden on all of us, we don't need stuff like that too.

[bloodbiter]

You... broke her face?

[that's certainly one way of saying it. despite the circumstances, she looks amused for a moment.]

It's certainly unpleasant. I won't say that I hope it will end tomorrow, but...

[it most likely will, in her opinion.]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

I did! Looks like I got a mean right hook. I wouldn't let a fear hold me down, definitely not!

[She helpfully illustrates her strength. Bam! Punch to the air!]

...it's depressing to think, but there's no other choice: we have to be getting ready for a murder trial. I just hope...this time it doesn't hurt as much as it did last time.

...

Does that make me selfish?

[bloodbiter]

[a small smile]

You are fearsome indeed. May I ask who she was?

[and then the smile fades]

I would argue that there certainly is another choice, but... I do agree with you that another killing will most likely occur. [she shakes her head] I would never say it's selfish to hope that the people you care for survive.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[Shelley grins so proudly...]

It was myself. I defeated myself in a fair fight. Isn't that weirdly philosophical? Myself as my worst fear?

[And that's why she isn't affected very much by this week's motive! Okay, she actually defeated her past savage self at the last minute because of some quick thinking, but it isn't like Adelina will be told all the details]

Stay safe, Adelina. I want to see you walk out of this spaceship. Promise you will, alright?

[bloodbiter]

I don't understand. You hit yourself in the face...?

[her eyes narrow a bit, but in confusion rather than anything else. she does give pause when shelley asks for that promise. especially this week, she doesn't want to guarantee anything she doesn't have complete control over, but she doesn't want to worry shelley, either.]

I promise you that I will do everything in my power to make that happen. You as well, yes?

[tacklefordwhimsy]

It's a long story. One of those weird things that happen in my life happened, and I found myself getting told I had to fight my worst fear in order to survive. So I went forward, and there was another version of me. I think it was my dark half, or something like that.

[Half-truths abound! Shelley figured Adelina wouldn't really take it very well to hear that it was actually Shelley getting out of the afterlife after she was murdered...for the second time in a few years...and that it was either defeating that worst fear or having her soul erased, kinda.

Her life is pretty weird, yes]

Yes, I promise it. I'm not going to let myself get killed just like that.

[bloodbiter]

You are afraid of yourself? Or were, I suppose. May I ask why...?

[even without the full explanation, it seems strange to her. she sounds concerned as well, though she does give a small smile.]

I'm glad to hear that. Let's both remain this determined.

monday b

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[whenever you think you are safe from teenage boys, there's one walking around noticing your failures, adelina. and also your floating. Mostly that last one.]

You're usually more down to earth than this.

[adrien you're on a spaceship and also you're not funny]

[bloodbiter]

[new plan: retrieve the pencil then change gravity to normal so she can throw it at adrien's face for that pun]

...I will take that as a compliment and not as a joke.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[with a shrug:]

Can't it be both? So, what are you up to?

[was that another pun. yes. yes it was.]

[bloodbiter]

It should not be.

[stop with your jokes and your fun]

I was drawing... But then, the pencil - I'm sure you can see for yourself.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Yeah, I can, but... why were you drawing in low gravity in the first place?

[bloodbiter]

[is there good answer to this question other than "why not"]

I wanted to see if I could glimpse the object of the sketch from another angle.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[wow that sure is believable, adelina. he hides his mouth behind his hand for a second like he's resisting the urge to laugh]

You can just say you thought it'd be fun, you know. No one's going to think less of you for it.

[bloodbiter]

I'm not lying to you.

[it's kind of half true, but also zero gravity is cool.]

Did you have technology such as this in your home?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

In my-- you mean in my house? [he waves her off] No, there's technology like that around, but it's usually reserved for... training people who are going to go into space, as far as I know.

[bloodbiter]

Ah, no, not your house specifically. Perhaps time would have been a more accurate word to use.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Oh. Yeah, that makes more sense. [woops.] Then... sort of, yeah. I don't think it's that advanced, but I've never exactly been in any before, so I'm not sure.

[bloodbiter]

Even the fact that it exists at all still seems extraordinary to me, honestly. I would love to know how it works... Though if I'm being honest, I doubt I would understand any explanation very well.

[a small laugh]

At any rate... Would you be willing to turn the gravity lower so I can retrieve my pencil?

[she could just ask him to turn the setting back to normal but also she wants to touch the ceiling. she's flying it's cool.]