WEEK 8

[al2955]

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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[qundercover]

tuesday, gym, mid-afternoon;

[BACK AT IT AGAIN AT THE gym. With the stick. It's Stick 2.0! Bull is currently swinging it REALLY HARD at a punching bad, growling something or other about demons! If he sees you even look vaguely in his direction he's heading over like a particularly motivated man in a parking lot with a petition he'd like you to sign. You should have walked away faster!!]

Listen, I need you to hit me with the stick. Hard. It's important.

[It didn't make him feel better enough the first time.]

Wednesday, weapons locker, anytime!;

[You guys check out the REALLY COOL weapons. You guys!!!!!!! Posing with everything that looks even vaguely cool, including that mallet and . . . trying to lift the giant knife that's obviously just tempting the biggest guy here.

Later though, he can be found admiring the stuff through the glass.]

. . . Kind of want to get a hold of that catsuit. Got an idea.

Thursday evening, hallway

[Bull has a lot of important skills, but the most important as always is being a shoulder to lean on. Because his shoulders are big. And by leaning he means mostly carrying a clearly wasted Dorian.]

Little too much, you think? Did try and warn you about beer before liquor. Always wanting to push the rules.

[Dorian just slurs something vaguely irritated back at him.]

tuesday

[bloodbiter]

[she takes the stick without much protest, but she glances up at him with a small frown.]

May I ask why?

[she doesn't sound nearly as concerned about this as she probably should.]

[qundercover]

[Bull stances up - ready 2 be beaten with that stick.]

Old trick. You hit me with the stick, I think about how strong I am. It helps. Demons don't fuck with a guy like me.

[bloodbiter]

[well. she's going to hit him with the stick, but also.]

I fail to see how this is an effective training exercise.

[qundercover]

[He grunts when he's hit with the stick.]

Fuck off, demons! You don't stand a chance against the Iron Bull!

[When he's done yelling at . . . nothing, he's back to normal.]

Always worked for me in the past- . . . Admittedly not doing so great this time. Hit me again though.

tuesday

[antagonize]

Uh.

[Taking the stick, but. Also staring at the stick. Processing this.]

If this is some kind of weird fetish thing, I'm gonna have to say no on principle.

[qundercover]

[It's a stick! You hit him with it! Jason!!!!!!]

Nah, not today anyway. Try not to swing too wide - takes a while to get used to that whole no depth perception thing.

[antagonize]

"Not today." Golly. You really know how to make a guy look forward to the future.

[Ugh... Don't tell him how to deal with no depth perception!! Not that it isn't solid advice. Solid advice that he's... following, hitting him with the stick after a beat.]

Is there a point to this? Or is this your idea of having a jolly good time?

thursday

[antietam]

[ Adam is leaving his room very quietly, pausing when he hears conversation in the hall. He peeks around to confirm it's Bull and Dorian, some of the few people he'd stop to talk to on a Thursday night. He steps out and gives a concerned look at Dorian. ]

Is he alright? It's not the best week for him to drink.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Looking up when he hears Adam's voice, but he's scowling a little.]

I am right here. Not so far gone yet that I must be fussed over.

[qundercover]

[Patting Dorian's back. :( Like he's a dumb baby.]

Is there a good week to drink? I tasted it, it was safe.

[antietam]

[ Slightly concerning to see his role model like this... but also good for the dorabull ship. ]

Hi Dorian. [ And then like he's not there: ] You'll stay with him, right? I can stay up and keep guard, too.

wednesday

[todorable]

Even supposing that it's stretchy enough, wouldn't that go against your strict policy of shirtlessness?

[qundercover]

[um are you bodyshaming bull please ENOUGH with the qunari microaggressions PAL]

Who said it was for me? Think I could pull it off, but wouldn't want to intimidate the rest of you.

[todorable]

[he was just looking out so that you wouldn't have bracelet-length sleeves out of season, gosh]

Hey, I just wondered if the past few weeks had expanded your fashion horizons. No comments on your uniform kinks necessary. ...Not sure why it counts as a weapon, though.

wednesday

[hatslinger]

Well. I'm listening.

[ she can't imagine why on earth bull would want a catsuit because clearly she doesn't know bull well enough, but she's definitely interested in any kinds of sabotage or subterfuge, so he's got her attention. and if she can snag those pistols (especially the twin ones), that's an extra bonus. ]

[qundercover]

[Holding up a fist like he might try and punch through the glass??? Then reconsidering because he's actually smart (I GUESS) and knows that's a fucking awful idea.]

Feels kind of demeaning to have to ask to play with the toys, doesn't it?

[hatslinger]

Don't know why I was expecting something a little spicier.

[ maybe just because it's bull. he's unpredictable. ]

Guess so. The stuff in there must be too powerful to be in play here. Or Alice doesn't have the resources to clean up after someone goes on a rampage with one. Maybe both.

tuesday

[socloverit]

[far be it from Clover to ask questions of the man who handed her an axe without question or condition, even if she goes completely deer-in-headlights at his approach, like she wasn't expecting people to be here or something??

so without so much as an affirmation, she takes the stick and hits him as hard as she can with it. granted, she is very small. it is not very hard.]

[qundercover]

[GOOD that's exactly what you should do Clover. He still grunts when the stick hits him like she's wielding a log or something instead of what is probably an innocent destroyed broomstick.]

No demon can stand up to the Iron fuckin' Bull! I'll kick their ass if they try!

[socloverit]

[It's nice to be humored. And on that note she nods along slowly, very much confused but agreeing regardless.]

...Sooo did that help?

[whatever...whatever she was helping with there......]

[douchemag]

[Raising an eyebrow at him.]

Don't we already have someone running around in a catsuit? [which he still...hasn't figured out is Adrien yet...but anyway he's always up for hilarious chaos, so he shrugs.] What's your plan?

[qundercover]

Not really a "plans" kind of guy. Just sort of decided I wanted it. Easy enough to find a good use for a catsuit, right? Plenty of people here to wear it.

[douchemag]

Why don't you wear it, big guy? Could give that other cat kid some competition.

[okay no he just thinks this sounds hilarious]

tuesday

[missmaladroite]

Hit you... with the stick?! [Her eyes widen. What the hell, Bull]

But why?!