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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[erythristic]

archives.

[so this week, Grell's been spending quite a bit of time here. ordinarily she'd be seeing what she could find, but these days she's deliberately hunting down a specific type of book - medical texts. the scientists may be all down, and there may be a few people who know first aid, but if something happens again, they need as many people to be knowledgeable as possible.

so she reads, or she's going through the shelves with a focused look, most of her time spent with the former. she'll never be a formal doctor, but if she can assist again, it might be all worthwhile.]

late nights.

[of course, even the bloodbath of last week isn't enough for Grell to be fixing her sleep schedule. if anything, being up during hours people should be asleep is the time when she's actually the most relaxed. for the most part she haunts the viewport, but a day or two passes by when she's in the parlor instead. what occupies her is one of two things - either continuing on the abstract embroidering she's been doing, or setting pen to paper and writing in the notebook she carries.

she's awake, and quite attentive to the small sounds of the ship itself, as well as those of other people coming closer, at which point she'll look up to figure out who it is at the least. and the doors being left open? deliberately to show she isn't plotting anything. some might call that making yourself vulnerable - she considers it leaving open an escape route.]

wildcard.

[for other shenanigans.]

archives;wednesday

[thanatosincarnate]

{ Arumat swings by here often enough... mostly through the earlier part of the week up until Wednesday for some peace and quiet, if anything. He doesn't expect to see a certain red head in here, her nose seemingly deep in a text book.

He doesn't see which, deciding to lean against a wall, and close his eyes for a bit. }

What kind of text caught your eye -- and for what reason?

[erythristic]

It's one of this ship's books on the practice of medicine.

[her eyes glance up to see Arumat's familiar form before she looks back down to the paragraph she was at.]

In a single week we've lost a section of those we could trust to deal with injuries beyond the norm and crisis situations, and we had three people injured gravely directly following. Letting that remain the state of affairs...it's unthinkable. I might not be classically trained, but I can devote some time to picking up useful information and theory.

[and it keeps her mind off this motive. the one that had led her to throw her datapad into the wall when she saw it.]

[thanatosincarnate]

Hm... you seem capable enough to pick it up as well.

{ He'll be getting comfortable right about here, and even sit down, because why not? He's nearby someone he is familiar with. }

If you want, we can even probably create some sort of faux scenario and I can quiz you on the knowledge you picked up from medical text. I am familiar on dealing with medical procedures pertaining to fixing up an individual's injury.

{ He saved Machias after all using his first aid knowledge. It wasn't anything to scoff at. }

[erythristic]

That would be most welcome.

[she sounds surprised when he suggests it - and she is, to think he'd do that, in a good way.]

Far better than waiting for something to happen and having my first test of memory being then. And if you have advice, I'd be happy to listen and learn.

[thanatosincarnate]

{ Arumat's pretty willing to help out in a situation like this, so he has no issue. }

Exactly. Hm, before offering general advice, let's go through with an easy scenario.

{ He seems to think here for a moment... }

First, let's talk about a possibility in which someone has had their arm cut off. What's the first thing you'll want to do to save that person's life?

[erythristic]

Stop the bloodloss.

[the answer comes easily.]

One would apply a tourniquet near to the area to stem the flow as quickly as possible.

late nights - viewport, tuesday

[tevinteriscoming]

[He comes into the viewport sometimes in the evening to clear his head; particularly the past week or so. He's a bit later than usual tonight, and looks a little surprised to run into someone else.]

Ah. Forgive me if I'm interrupting, there are so few places to get some peace and quiet.

[erythristic]

Hardly interrupting, I'd say, when peace is a thing that I think can still be found in the right company.

[lowering the notebook in her hands, she gives him a brief. if slightly tired looking smile.]

And quiet can be provided, if that's your wish.

wednesday night, viewport

[bloodbiter]

[and in walks adelina, coming to check on the embroidery supplies (she really should move it to her room after last week, she thinks), pausing with a smile as she sees grell. she glances over at her work.]

I wasn't aware you embroidered. What are you working on?

[erythristic]

A bit of fancy, really.

[pausing in her stitching, she spreads out the cloth to show Adelina how the form of some flourishes and curves are coming along. when one color of thread ends, she's moved to another, blending the stitches instead with what color she's chosen.]

I didn't exactly have a plan when I started - but there's something calming in the work of it. Making something, having to focus to ensure the stitches are right. You had a good idea, to ask her for the supplies, and for that I thank you.

[bloodbiter]

[she moves closer, leaning over slightly so she can admire grell's handiwork. a soft smile.]

It isn't the kind of design I am used to see it, but I like it all the same. No thanks are necessary, however. How did you decide on the colors? Whatever struck your fancy, I assume?

[erythristic]

Whatever seemed most beautiful to me when I finished with one of them.

[and as it so happens, the beautiful colors are a deep red, rose pink, violet, and a golden yellow.]

If I really had a plan for it, I'd try to make them match, but for now, I think I'd just like the color. The design of this entire ship practically longs for it in the midst of all this white.

[she shrugs after admitting that truth.]

It's why I treasure the garden so much. Some actual beauty amidst this place's melancholy horror.

[and privately, she thinks the two complement each other, but she holds her tongue on that. if she's to die on this ship, she prays her killer knows enough to make it lovely.]

archives, tuesday

[antietam]

[ Adam spends enough time in the archives that he knows some of the regulars, but he's never actually spoken to Grell much before. When he sees her looking for something, he steps up to help. ]

What are you looking for? The system is a little confusing, but I think I know where to find some things.

[erythristic]

[seeing Adam, she straightens up from where she's been peering at some of the tomes, trying to decipher if they'll be useful without taking them off the shelves.]

I'm looking for where the books on medicine might be hiding. Anatomy, instructions for giving out first aid, things like that.

[antietam]

[ He's read up a little on anatomy to figure out how to best autopsy, but otherwise he's pretty clueless on where to find those. Not that he can say that. ]

Oh, uh, I think there was... [ He steps away to try to find that book he was reading. ] I guess we've lost just about everyone who might know about that, haven't we? Do you think that was on purpose?

[erythristic]

I'd say it was more a turn of fortune's wheel that left us all bereft of their presence. As harsh as this project might be, I find it difficult to believe that they would have been swept deliberately, with their circumstances being so different.

[inwardly, she still thinks that at least one of those deaths could have been prevented, but there was no undoing it.]

[antietam]

So we're just incredibly unlucky. [ Which sounds about right. He does manage to find the book since it sticks out due to the lack of dust. ]

This is on anatomy. I wanted to know the best ways to examine corpses, but it didn't tell me too much. [ He shrugs and hands it to her. ] You want to be our next doctor?

[erythristic]

A doctor? I'm hardly qualified for that title - I haven't anything like the amount of training required for it.

[but if her expression says anything, she definitely daydreamed about it for a second there.]

archives wednesday

[chiseler]

[Despite the fact they'd spent a week handcuffed together, he and Grell haven't spoken very much since then. At least not outside of trials. If he's surprised to find her down in the archives on this day he doesn't show it. He watches her for a moment as she stares at one of the shelves, tilting his head before approaching.]

I don't think that's how reading works. [Hi Grell.]

[erythristic]

It's a new method, haven't you heard?

[hi Luke. she turns to look at him, and the slight smile on her lips says it all.]

Look at just the right angle into the spine, and suddenly you can see it all.

[chiseler]

I don't spend as much time reading as you'd think. [He can't help but lean into the shelf.] So what is it that you see with this one?

[erythristic]

A girl can dream that you've changed your ways.

[but she'll let that joke drop for now.]

I'm hoping this one will contain information on practicing first aid, because this week I decided to pick up a new hobby. What do you think?

[would she make a cute nurse?]

[chiseler]

I think you're a lady with high hopes and high ambitions. [But he's intrigued.] We're starting to lack people who know any sort of medical knowledge around here, aren't we? You really think it's something we can pick up from books down here?

[erythristic]

Not enough to qualify us as fully fledged doctors, but enough to keep people alive, and that's what matters more than anything.

[if books could tell her how to set a dislocated shoulder, how to deal with a broken leg, how to know when stitches needed to come out, it would be enough to get by.]