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_

Comments

[thanatosincarnate]

{ It didn't seem to work and his eyes remained closed. Huh, it seems to take not so much time for Arumat to even fall asle--

-- except he moves to raise a finger to poke at Todomatsu's forehead. }

[todorable]

Eep!

[he flinches backwards because he's a jumpy bugger, though the only thing he's worried about is how wimpy his little squeak was]

...Dork. Not fair, I didn't even get to do anything yet!

[thanatosincarnate]

{ Arumat will be smirking now, as he looks at Todomatsu. Silly civilian. }

Of course not. I wouldn't allow that.

[todorable]

[overexaggerated eyeroll]

You don't even know what it was going to be! Who knows, you might have liked it.

[thanatosincarnate]

Nonsense. I bet it was something utterly ridiculous; you have a tendency for those types of things and I don't.

{ He'll cross his arms, looking at Todomatsu now that his eyes are open. }

[todorable]

It's good to try new things. Keeps you feeling young.

[thanatosincarnate]

Do I look like I need to feel young?

[todorable]

Could be a nice change of pace after springing forth fully-formed at 35.

[thanatosincarnate]

{ There's this incomprehensible noise he makes from here. }

I'll pretend you didn't say something so ridiculous.

[todorable]

There it is, I can envision it! Just a scaled down version of you standing in the middle of the playground, arms crossed and looking with disdain at the foolish children running around and "playing". Harrumph, how wasteful!