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WEEK 6

the pygmalion. . .

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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.

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Because you get so mad about it every time. [ It still comes out pretty deadpan. There is some intense emotion repression happening, but he's trying. Anyway, the crackers are appreciated and he'll just start munching on them. He's got all day, Luke. ]

So how's it going to work when it's Friday and someone's looking around for people to murder? You weren't that hard to find.

[This is going to be fun, and by fun I mean it'll probably be a pain in the ass to get him to budge. Luke is fairly stubborn and though there's a sound of agreement (he does think it's pretty useless to simply accept all of the rules), it's not long after that there's the sound of metal and the tip of Backbiter flies out from the vent's opening, purposefully above Adam's head but away enough he can't actually get hurt.]

I'm not going to be in the vents on Friday, first of all. [Probably not, anyway.] And have you seen the insides of these things? Two people can barely fit in here, never mind trying to kill someone. [There's a beat.] If Alice's threats are actually true for once in her miserable robotic life, it's better for all of us if I stay in here.

[...it's not that selfless. He just doesn't want anybody else to see him.]

[ Adam moves back when the sword peeks out automatically, then scoffs so Luke can hear how indignant he is. He's valued and like 80% sure that Luke wouldn't kill him right here but still.

He remains quiet for a moment as he's trying to figure out if it's appropriate to ask or not, but it's a little too late for that. ] What are you seeing? [ Because Luke has A Lot he could be dealing with. ]

[Look even if Adam weren't valued he wouldn't actually kill him. He likes the kid too much after some stewing on it for a while. Still, there's a pause. He knows Adam knows the most and that the question isn't too out of place.]

That's a pretty loaded question. [A beat.] How much does that part matter? [Other than "a whole lot" considering he's jammed himself in a vent to be away from everyone as much as possible.]

Because if I know what you're worried about, I can tell you whether or not it's happening [ He leaves that possibility open because Luke seems to think it's possible, even if Adam is really, really trying to not believe it. ]

[…finally he'll stick his head out of the vent so he can look at Adam. It's fairly obvious that a.) he hasn't slept well since Monday and b.) he's been up in the vent for a while. However, he's considering for a moment.]

This isn't the first time nightmares have come to life. [It's the first thing he says, slow and even without actually stating what the issue is. But if Adam remembers their conversation, he'll remember what Luke said about the titan lord.] And it's fine. I borrowed a mirror from Clover so I can keep checking. [A beat.] It's almost Friday. We'll see what happens then. [But it's enough that he's actively really, really wondering...]

[ Adam tries to give him an unimpressed look, but he kind of softens when he sees how hard Luke is clearly having it. He also looks tired but the biggest difference is that Adam looks distracted and spacey when he's usually quite attentive. ]

To check your face? [ He really isn't sure what Luke's possession looked like, but if he's checking his appearance, it must have been something. ] You still look like you. Just in need of a shower.

[…nobody's really having a good week, are they? He frowns lightly, unsure of what to say before he shakes his head.]

Aren't you hilarious. [It's a dry tone, but he's still blinking a little.] …s'long as they're still blue, I don't have to worry too much. [With that out of the way he's examining Adam again, trying to grin a bit.] You still with us or did you check out for the rest of the week?

Still blue. [ It's too bad they're both the type to distract from talking about themselves by focusing on someone else. Although he's trying to look at Luke, his eyes keep trailing back toward the wall next to him. ]

What's that supposed to mean? I think the person in the vent is the one trying to check out.

[There's relief in his expression. Not having gold eyes is on his wishlist this week, but with that now he's more interested in where Adam's looking. They're both great at deflecting but it continues looping back anyway.]

Oh yeah? Then what are you looking for right now?

[ Now Adam looks back at him and narrows his eyes in a way to keep focused. ] I'm not looking for anything. [ Which is true. This is just what he does when he's afraid, become distant and blank. ]

The same thing is happening to me as it is to you. I thought—maybe it would be better if we weren't alone.

[...part of him feels kinda bad. Kind of. At the end of the day he really is a fan of self-preservation, but he'd already promised himself he wouldn't screw up and ditch another kid. Again.]

Yeah. Guess that's what partners do, right? [Sigh. The vent is so comfortable...he's fairly reluctant to leave, but:] You coming up or am I coming down? Because if it's the latter I'm not staying out in the open for long.

Do you really think I'm going to climb into the vent with you? [ Good try, Luke. He's moving away from the vent to coax him down. Sort of like a wild animal. ]

What do you think's gonna happen out here?

Well, I can't really kill you this week. [Just pointing that out. He's not exactly moving just yet and he doesn't answer, but he does gesture for Adam to move. Once he's out of the way, a few items fall out of the vent. First it's a pillow. Then it's a couple of books. Then it's a tablet. Then it's a couple of empty disposable coffee cups. There's the sound of metal scraping against the vents as he sheathes Backbiter before he carefully worms his way half out of the vent. He's still checking to make sure nobody else is around.]

With you? Not much. [He can still take on Adam if he absolutely had to.] With other people? Maybe something but still not much. But if a bunch of us aren't sleeping, it's paranoia week all over again. I'm not taking my chances of looking like someone's delusions or getting in the way of their sleepwalking or fits or whatever. [And he mumbles under his breath:] I didn't die to go through that again. [And out of the vent he jumps, landing on his feet in a crouch next to Adam before he calmly begins to pack everything up.]

[ Adam watches everything fall out, still wishing he was in the mood to laugh. Next week, he notes, will make fun of Luke so much. ] I don't think I would have fit.

[ He understands that, but he's also pretty sure everyone's been holing up in different places. ] I'll protect you. [ Said with some irony, but if he's protected he'll at least make sure no one he likes dies. ] I bet I can even take a bullet for you. Anyway, I'll go where you want as long as it's not in a vent.

[Rude. But he knows...being made fun of for hiding in a vent in inevitable.]

...probably not. I barely fit. [Once everything's packed up in the pillow case he gets to his feet, looking around the storage room again.] How much do you wanna bet that the next murder weapon isn't a gun? Let's not test the theory just in case it doesn't work. [He frowns in thought.] If I go back to my room now, I'd have to get kicked out really early in the morning to follow their 12 hour rule. Could always go back to the viewport but that's still pretty wide open, too. [...hm.] Wanna head down to the archives? May as well see if there's anything useful down there I missed.

Guess we should hope no one took Carta's gun. [ Please. But luckily, Luke is talking to a nerd so he's all too happy to go to the archives and leads the way. ]

Have you eaten anything else today? [ As he's munching on the Ritz still. Not offering any. ] We could order a pizza and camp out until late. We might be able to avoid the investigation altogether.

Where does all of the evidence get stored after the trial anyway? [For once he's following instead of leading, casually ignoring the food question. Thanks for taking his snack, jerk. But he can always request another box from another robot.] That's not a bad idea though. I'm getting a little bored with investigations by now.

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In a room we can't access, maybe. Or they're destroyed unless someone takes it first. [ He looks back at Luke. ] Aren't you a thief? Try grabbing something some time. [ Excellent advice. ]

I'm not really excited about the idea of finding a dead body anymore, no.

You were excited in the first place? [It's another shitty joke, but hey. At least he seems to be more normal even if he's gripping a sparkly pink compact in his hand. That is excellent advice and he ponders for a moment.] What makes you think I haven't taken things already?

Every kid thinks being a detective would be cool. [ Until you end up on a murder spaceship and start cutting open corpses.

He eyes the pink compact for a second, figuring that's the mirror he was talking about. At least he has no shame. ] You haven't shown me anything, which I think is an unfair secret to keep. I'm sleeping over in your room tonight. [ To root through his stuff. ]

…guess that's fair. Might've preferred that after a while. [The point of the heart compact is digging into his palm but he's not embarrassed in the slightest. Luke Castellan has run out of fucks to give when it comes to making sure he's still "normal." However, he rolls his eyes.]

It's sort of funny how you think there's actually room in my room for another person. [It's not a "no", but just sayin'. Also don't be nosy, Adam, that's Luke's job.]

Pretty sure each room has two beds. Or is that where your swords sleeps? [ He's not having it today, Luke. ] If you don't want my protection tonight, you can just say so.

[A grin. He's not confirming or denying that. However…] …fine, fine. I'd have to be an idiot to say no to that when we know what tomorrow is. Two of the people in my block have been killed already anyway.

You would be an idiot. Those are pretty bad odds. [ But that does make him feel better. He still isn't sure if Luke wants him around or not.

Once they get to the archives, he goes to where he last left off reading. ] What did you find in here? All I got were memes.

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