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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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?