WEEK 8

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (8)

monday - thursday (23) 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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[breakshot]

You think an alien wouldn't need a turret or poison either, but...

[ Machias mutters, his tone sounding fairly... cold, for a moment. Then he lowers the gun, using his free hand to pat to the shoulder pouch containing his shells. ]

Even if they did steal the gun, there's one problem. I have the shells right here. [ He shakes his head, picking the gun back up. It's still pointing downwards, just because. ] I guess that wouldn't stop them from using it as a blunt weapon, but point is: they would have had to target me or find a way to steal them if they wanted to shoot someone with it.

[antietam]

[ He does make a good point. ] Alright, so they didn't plan this out too well. [ Would be his hope. ]

Or they're... messing with you. [ It's not impossible, but it doesn't seem right. ] Maybe trying to tell you something?

[breakshot]

... What, that I'm careless with my own gun?

[ Letting loose a loud sigh. He knows Adam has a point, but it's not something he necessarily wants to admit. Or recall. ]

Then again. [ There's a frown as he glances at his gun, letting the conversation pause for a brief moment. ] ... I can't believe it's been little more than a month now.

[antietam]

[ Adam laughs and shakes his head. ] It has been a while. Whoever put it there could, possibly, be dead. Maybe that's why you found it.

[ Somehow he doesn't believe that entirely. ] I mean, it could be a sign. A hint that there's someone who knows about these rooms before the whole ship does.