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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[chiseler]

Tuesday-late Thursday, corridors

[On occasion anyone out will find that Luke has taken to wandering the hallways simply to keep busy. Careful though; every now and then he'll be checking himself out in the most sparkly pink compact mirror courtesy of Clover. In those moments he won't be watching where he's going though. Sorry if he collides straight into you and then proceeds to jump 20 feet in the air.]

Also Tuesday-late Thursday, dry storage

[Anyone in the dry storage room will probably assume they're alone, but if they listen long enough they'll hear something rattling above them in the vents. Investigate?]

Wednesday afternoon, airlock

[And in his wandering though, he'll eventually find himself at the entrance of the airlock. He doesn't quite enter it, but he can be found sitting and staring at the exit. He assumes nobody will come bother him here either. It's a good place to contemplate, at least.]

Dry Storage

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[Shelley was still feeling pretty mopey, and had come to the storage to be alone because the robots got her out of her room, but looks like she isn't alone. Whoever is up in the vents must stop being all spoopy, god damn it. Shelley takes a broomstick]

Adrien, I know it's you! Get out of there!

[She hits the vent with the broomstick, as if she were trying to scare a real cat]

[chiseler]

[Oh my god Shelley. When she bangs on the vent door, she'll find that she gets a rewarding bang back from inside the vent. Probably not Adrien, sorry. Will she try again?]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Don't tell me you got stuck!

[Come on, what are you waiting for? Don't make her go have to get you out herself! She isn't in good mood]>/small>

[chiseler]

[Another pause...and then:]

Have you seen Adrien? I don't think he's big enough to get stuck in here even if he tried.

wednesday, corridors

[bloodbiter]

[once she knows she won't immediately be dragged out by robots for spending too long in her room, she's heading back that way in a hurry - which is why she rounds a corner and runs straight into him pretty hard. oops, down she goes.]

I'm so sorry - are you alright?

[chiseler]

[She goes down and the compact flies out of Luke's hand when he jumps. To his credit, he's quick to swipe the mirror before he turns, crouched down to be just above her.]

Man, I should be asking you that. My bad. [...awkwardly extending a hand to help her up? Ignore that his other hand is still holding that compact.]

[bloodbiter]

[she accepts his hand, though she does shake her head as she stands]

I was not paying attention to what laid before me. The fault is mine.

[glancing at that mirror...]

How are you faring?

[chiseler]

I think a lot of us aren't paying as good attention as usual. Pretty bad, isn't it? [Up to their feet they go. He looks over her to ensure she's not hurt before he shrugs slightly. Other than the slight bags under his eyes, he at least seems okay...other than his hand is clasped around that mirror and his eyes occasionally stray to look behind her.]

Still alive, aren't I? [A grin.] Just gotta get through the rest of the week, no big deal. ...how about you?

thursday; corridors

[thanatosincarnate]

...

{ Luke, since when do you have something pink. In fact, he gets him to pause and hold his hand out in front of him so Luke doesn't collide completely into the rest of him. Does this end well is the question. }

[chiseler]

[Nope. It ends with Luke belatedly realising it too late and bumping right into Arumat's hand, a full body twitch as he steps back and raises his hand in defends. Upon seeing it's Arumat though, he drops his hand and gives him an u easy grin.]

Hey. What're you up to today? [Lets just pretend everything is fine!!]

[thanatosincarnate]

Nothing. Taking a walk.

{ But since Arumat's pretty damn blunt and straightforward... }

Any reason why you were holding up that mirror and not looking where you were going?

[chiseler]

[And without missing a beat:]

I'm looking too good today not to. [But considering the fact that his grin twitches a little more to one side than the other, that's a pretty boldfaced lie, too.] I'll watch where I'm going next time, okay?

thursday, dry storage

[antietam]

[ Luke you are completely missing the point of having a partner who is valued this week. Adam is, in fact, looking for him. They haven't seen a lot of each other in the past few days, partially because Adam has also been hiding out, but he's worried since it's almost Friday.

He checks a few places before coming to the dry storage, and once he hears movement near the vent, he figures he should have come here first. ] Luke. Come out of there. Dead bodies have probably gone through it.

[chiseler]

[Paranoia of possibly going back to the way things were outweighed most of his logic honestly. He's been worried about Adam, of course, the same way he's worried about others, but he's selfish enough he went into hiding as to deal alone after another night of poor sleeping. When Adam enters the room and speaks up, he pauses for a moment. If it were anyone else he'd ignore it...but it's Adam.]

There's no probably about it. We found Todd's blood once. [But after another moment the vent door swings down and open. He doesn't move out of the vent but at least it's some kind of invite to keep...talking...up to him? Welcome to friendship with Luke Castellan.] I'll take my chances.

[antietam]

[ If this were any other time, he'd laugh at him. Unfortunately, he's not in the mood for laughter and he's actually thinking this is a pretty good idea. Hopefully the nightmares end before he's willing to hide out in a vent as well. ]

You can't stay in here forever. [ Getting the vent open is progress, at least. And since he's expecting a retort: ] The robots are going to come clean you up. No sleeping anywhere but beds.

[chiseler]

Why is it that even when things are really, really bad you still refer to the damn rulebook? [AT least one of them does. He's still not crawling out, but he does toss something down to Adam. It looks like a box of space-brand of peanut butter Ritz Bitz. He's prepared to be there for a while.] What do you think I've been doing for most of this week? I stay in my room for just long enough to count before getting up before everybody else and climbing back in here. So far it's been working pretty well.

wednesday

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[adrien opens the airlock and throws luke out into space, rip

by which i mean, I'm sorry Luke did you want??? to be alone??? because Adrien notices him there and decides that, clearly, this is a perfect time to go say hi]

I wouldn't recommend taking a walk out in space, if that's what you're thinking.

[and by "hi" i obviously meant "make terrible jokes" because he is an awful, awful child]

[chiseler]

[This dumb shitcat...but out of the people that could have come bother him, Adrien isn't a terrible choice. In fact, Luke's tilting his head back to look at him briefly before looking back at the airlock door.]

What about a run? I kinda like speed. [May as well counter with his own terrible joke.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he pretends to think about it] Hmmm... You're out of luck, I think. I'm pretty sure you need gravity to run.

[chiseler]

Without gravity it'll be a dramatic run then. [Solemnly. But he frowns lightly and looks ahead again.] You really think that'd be the worst choice at this point? [He...doesn't seem suicidal or anything, but he likes to look at his options.]

wednesday, corridors

[hatslinger]

[ if luke happens to peek into his pretty compact sometime midday, he might see fiona standing precariously behind him. was she following him? or did she just happen to be there? this is fiona and she does just happen to be in places sometimes.

either way, she looks a little caught off guard, pointing to the nearby dry storage room. ]

Ah.. Yeah.. I was just on my way to get some bleach to chug, don't mind me.

[chiseler]

[Look, he's pretty caught off-guard too which is why he yelps and snaps the compact shut. However, he's quick to compose himself and he blinks while registering Fiona's words…and smirking. Even if she were serious he'd probably find it funny. Luke is usually unhelpful that way. (God Fiona please don't actually be serious this one time.)]

Mix it with a little antifreeze and it'll probably taste better. [He's still blinking more than a normal person should, but alas.] You always sneak up on people or what?

[hatslinger]

When the situation calls for it. I just was.. checking in on you, okay?

[ probably the weirdest way she could have done it, but she figures luke would have gotten huffy if she announced that she was keeping an eye on him. so no, she's not planning to drink any bleach. ]

I'll keep that in mind for when I want to make a suicide cocktail though. Maybe just a touch of gin too.

[chiseler]

[Oh. Well that's.

Hm. He almost looks skeptical, but at the same time he's a little too tired to completely wipe the mildly relieved look off of his face. Maybe relief is the wrong word, but it's sort of nice to have people not completely ignoring him when he's slowly losing his mind. Still, he grins sharply after that.]

Is that a "I'm worried you might throw yourself out of the airlock" kind of checking in, or a "I don't trust you to be wandering around by yourself since you have a giant sword" checking in? [And then he brushes past that.] Would you believe me if I said I don't even know what gin tastes like?