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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[brooches]

wednesday afternoon
[ It's therapeutic, she thinks. It's one of the few things that's calming her down. She's had her fair share of waking up, sobbing to herself for an hour or so, and trying to ignore the visions plaguing her mind. Elizabeth is naive enough to venture alone to the art supply room, to gather the brushes needed and the paints for an idea - one that started at first with prepping the canvas tarp to hang loosely in the hallway where their bedrooms are located. By the time Elizabeth preps her paint and gets started, there's a smaller piece of paper with a clear outline of a city sketched onto it. Guess what she's going to paint? ]

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wednesday night
[ Later on, Elizabeth is further down the road in her painting. It's around 1/3rd done - the highlights of the glow from the Eiffel Tower. Elizabeth is covered in paint - smudges on her nose, clothing, and she's finally going to start calling it a night. She stops, standing on her tip-toes and beginning to paint stars - beautiful and inaccurate, but still stars. From dots to specks to large outlined shapes, Elizabeth is focused on space. She's focused on panning the sky as if she had a burst of creative energy. ]

Wednesday Night

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Hey, this...wow, this is beautiful so far, Elizabeth...

[Looks like you have impressed Shelley! Okay, she's easy to impress, but that doesn't mean you aren't doing a great job painting this!]

[brooches]

Just one more star...

[ She murmurs to herself, swearing that the previous one was last before she laid down! Her focus had obviously been capturing the tower in the distance, as it is the most clearly defined piece, but... the stars were a nice touch. She rolls her weight back onto her heels as she looks to Shelley, smiling a bit bashfully. ]

Oh - hi, Shelley! Thank you, I figure it's time to start adding some life and... I just really wanted to paint again.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

And you're doing great. Is this...Paris? Why Paris?

[At least that's what the shape of the tower highlights seem to indicate]

[brooches]

It's the only place I wanted to go! It was the first tear I ever opened... It was right at sunset and the lights were just beginning to flick on. It was amazing.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Maybe when we're all out of here you could ask Adrien and Marinette to take you to Paris. I'm sure they'd be happy to show you around.

[brooches]

That would be wonderful! I would only know about Paris as it was in 1912... I'm sure much has changed.

wednesday night

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[Adrien definitely recognizes that skyline and city silhouette, and he can't help but blurt out:]

Is that-- Paris?

[there's enough weird alternate world that he has to ask, (and he says it 100% with the french accent for it because Of Course), though even the possibility is enough to make him look a bit like an excited puppy at the prospect]

[brooches]

Ah! Oui! It's selfish of me to paint something akin to my interests but... it's beautiful. Too beautiful to ignore.

[ Adrien don't cry. ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[listen he wasn't homesick until he saw pics so if he does it is entirely your fault. he turns to look at Elizabeth in curiosity]

Yeah, it's beautiful. [/biased. but, uh] Your interests?

[brooches]

Oh! Yes - I guess it's not much compared to you or Miss M-

[ Clearing her throat, she tries to actually explain herself. ]

Paris holds a special place in my heart as well. I've never been... but it's one of my biggest dreams to go!

[ LOOK HOW MUCH SHE LIGHTS UP THINKING ABOUT IT!!! GAUGHHHHH! ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[there's something so genuine about that... he can't help but grin at her]

It's a great place. Hopefully, once this is over, we could show you around. [he looks back at the mural] You've captured it pretty well already, though! This is amazing.

wednesday night

[tevinteriscoming]

[Strolling in late to admire the view once the hard work is mostly done.]

Well. It's much cheerier in here already, isn't it? Magnificent work.

[brooches]

Oh, Dorian. [ She says, leaning back and looking at it from a step or two back. She can imagine how the rest of the piece would look - the changes from sketch to reality. She'd stiffen the strokes around the water for a more realistic effect and add yellow paints for the lampposts lining the river... but for now, it'll do fine. ] You really think so? I was hoping so. Least we could have is better decoration when we're dealing with walking nightmares.

[tevinteriscoming]

I quite agree. The blank white walls are beginning to grow maddening. I very much prefer the view.

[Stepping back to admire it a little.]

Is this your home?

[brooches]

I wish! [ Elizabeth sputters her lips into a laugh. ]

It's Paris - Miss Marinette and Monsieur Adrien are from here, from what I recall. I've read about it - dreamed about it - since I was little... I was on my way before... ah.. this whole mess.

wednesday afternoon

[antagonize]

[Hey, Elizabeth. Guess who's black and red and suffering from caffeine jitters? THIS GUY. Don't mind him as he loudly slurps from his coffee cup just because he can, raising both eyebrows when he notices the smaller piece of paper.]

Really. You're gonna do arts and crafts smackdab in the middle of the hallway?

[brooches]

Do you get your jollies off giving me grief?

[ Elizabeth snaps back, pointing her paintbrush accusingly. Luckily for him, her paint brush didn't splatter the dark blue paint onto him. ]

It's keeping my mind off things. If I'm to be alone with my thoughts, I might as well be productive.

[antagonize]

What can I say? I like to be contrary.

[Let's be real, if the brush splattered him with paint he would have totally deserved it.]

What are you going to do with this once you're done, anyway? Not leave it out in the hallway, I hope. I don't think I need to remind you what happens on the whiteboard every week.

[Dongs. There are going to be dongs.]

[brooches]

I would hope that people would have respect for the arts and how long I worked on something like this...

[ She's doubting herself though, looking between the paper, the canvas and Jason. ]

I wish I could say this was for the greater good of the ship, but it's my own selfish therapy as well. I wanted to paint this and I guess until it's ruined, it'll stay.

[antagonize]

People keep killing each other here. Do you really think they have respect for anything?

[Not to mention, all the kleptomaniacs stealing things left and right. There's no room for respect anywhere.]

Pfft— it should stay even after it's ruined. Give people something to gander at that doesn't look like it was ripped off a low budget sci-fi movie.

wednesday afternoon

[hatslinger]

[ fiona was trying her best to allay her mind as well, but sadly, she couldn't think of ways as effective at doing that as elizabeth. when she comes across elizabeth, though, she can't help but approach, lingering behind for a moment to take in what she'd done so far. ]

Hey, Elizabeth. Do you want any help? This is a cute idea.

[brooches]

[ Glancing from sketch to the canvas, she's ready to dive in and get the canvas more filled out. It's only briefly worked on - mainly some outlines, but she looks over her shoulder back to Fiona. ]

Oh, you paint!? [ DO YOU. FIONA... DO YOU? ]

[hatslinger]

Not.. really, but I've done all sorts of odd jobs.

[ or at least impersonated lots of different types of people. ]

I'm a quick learner. I can pick up fast!

[brooches]

I don't mind showing you - you can help with the street lights. Little yellow dots and the like. If you grow more comfortable, you can expand more.

[ She bends down to pick up a brush. ]

I don't mind teaching.