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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[socloverit]

Tuesday afternoon, biolab
[oh good god what the fuck why are there so many plastic frogs here

well. not just frogs, but. there are a lot of frogs? they're on the floor, they're on all the tables, multicolored frogs and jellyfish and other miscellaneous creatures and where did they all come from. oh my god.

okay, no, there's not a whole lot of investigating necessary to answer that: Clover's at the table by the 3D printer, arms folded on the table to rest her head on. every time she shifts to add more tiny plastic animals to the printer queue, a bunch of them get knocked off the edge of the table.

how long has she been at this. why.]


Tuesday evening, daycare
[Clover has kind of optimistically assumed that no one cares about the daycare anymore, and therefore, it makes an ideal hiding spot when the robots have kicked her out of her room but she doesn't want to deal with people. All she has to do is sit down in the ballpit and she disappears!

...Mostly. She's displaced a bunch of the balls and they've rolled all around the floor. There's a tuft of her ponytail sticking out from the ballpit? The muffled sounds of Furry Passing and rhythm games might be heard by anyone especially attentive.

Clover is a government spy and this is where your tax dollars are going.]


Wednesday early morning, viewport
[Why is the viewport door closed. Why has the viewport door been closed for hours now, for those of you who are especially early risers or whose bedtimes are just extremely late.

The answer is because Clover is moping in there, but the doors lock from the inside so good luck figuring that one out. Maybe if you yell and hit the doors enough she'll open them up. Or at the very least confirm no one's dead in there? Kinda early to be getting to this week's murder, huh!!]

tuesday biolab

[douchemag]

[Oh god, it's the fucking end times in here. Sorry Clover, but plagues of frogs aren't cute at all? So he'll instantly be turning on his heel and trying to back out of this room full of crazy...

...and then immediately yelp as his stupid hair knocks against one of the tables, sending an entire rain of frogs plummeting onto his head and getting stuck in his dumb braid.

Honestly, it looks better this way.]

[socloverit]

[see you, space magi

no but Clover isn't paying enough attention to notice Judar until he's yelling and flinging frogs everywhere and she jumps, knocking over like half of the frogs and jellyfish and etc. on her table onto the floor in the process, and—nope, it's just Judar. she's gonna put the meat cleaver down.]

You— [his hair is full of frogs. she can't believe this.] You good? [besides the frog hair. give her a minute]

[douchemag]

[He's grumbling under his breath and trying to pick the frogs out of his braid, which given how stupid it is, is not easy going.]

Why the hell are there so many frogs in here anyway? Did we run out of food already--

[Cursing, he gives up and just unravels all of his hair, sending it and a dozen colorful frogs cascading down his back like the world's shittiest Rapunzel. Then he freezes.]

Oh god, I think they went down my shirt. These things aren't alive, are they? Wait, are they dead? That's worse!

[socloverit]

Yeah, I just threw everything in the specimen drawers out here to kill time and see what'd happen.

[Her sarcasm comes with a kind of wheezy snort sound that's almost the start of snickering, but she's actually coming over to try picking frogs out of Judar's hair like a good friend, because surely this will not backfire after failing to be explicitly clear that there aren't frog corpses down his shirt.]

[douchemag]

[He stiffens when Clover reaches for his hair, since he's actually pretty protective of it, but he likes her enough that he won't throw a hissy fit when she touches it. Plus when you do someone's make-up, a bit of hair-touching isn't too bad. Now's her chance to cut it off.]

Well...I guess I can't say anything against killing boredom here any way you can. [He also can't detect the sarcasm because he still thinks the printer is just a dildo producing machine how do things work.] Frogs, though? They didn't have anything cooler in there, like dragons?

[socloverit]

[rest in pieces shitty braid

okay no but if she cuts it off where are bows gonna go?? the hair stays. she's definitely very deliberately leaving a bright pink plastic frog in there undisturbed while she gathers up the rest of them in her hands, as if she intends to carefully set them aside somewhere like they aren't already all over the floor now.]

Frogs are neat. [probably not "plastic biblical plague in the biolab" neat but] I dunno, maybe? I didn't look for dragons. [she's made the mistake of assuming he's figured out that they're fake and that they're both talking about the printer and its templates now. she has put entirely too much faith in him here.]

also tuesday...daycare...shut up i'm a mod i can do what i want

[douchemag]

[Getting drawn into the daycare because of music and finding a tiny pink-haired girl by the ballpit would probably be a great introspective way to fully take in just how far they've come in two months. Unfortunately, Judar's memory is absolute shit and he has zero recollection of how he first met Clover, so that touching realization just completely passes him by. Bye....

Still, maybe there's some sense of deja vu he's feeling right now, some passing familiarity...or maybe he's just being a jerk. Either way, he picks up one of the balls and drops it on the tuft of hair sticking out.]

Hey, hey. If you're gonna mope in here, at least play some decent music.

[See, he's admitting Nicki Minaj is great! Truly, they have come full circle.]

you are an unstoppable force of nature

[socloverit]

[Before she can do anything else, she's obligated to huff indignantly about having things thrown at her, and apparently that's all the answer he's getting right now, because the shifting and rustling that follows does not lead to her so much as sticking her head out of the pit (she's moving the meat cleaver over, because of course the meat cleaver is just kinda sitting in the ballpit with her).

But the rhythm game jingle noises cut off. Apparently, the significance of the moment isn't completely lost, because, after a few seconds of button-tapping, louder and clearer than what she was doing before, from the ballpit comes the dulcet tones of boom ba boom boom boom ba boom boom bass.

Still not actually getting out of the ballpit right now, though.]

[douchemag]

[The sweet tones of boom boom bass actually gets a delighted laugh to break out of him - he might not remember most of the details of when he first met Clover, but he will never forget his first introduction to the glorious goddess that is Nicki Minaj. If she glances up she'll see him putting that bellydancer outfit to good use as he spins in midair to the beat.]

You know, I don't usually admit when I'm wrong, but I'll say it now. You were right - this music is awesome.

[socloverit]

[It takes her a couple of seconds, but since Judar apparently isn't going anywhere and she actually likes him, she hauls herself out of the ballpit exactly enough as is necessary to prop her elbow on the edge and set her chin in her hand to watch him dance. She's bringing the datapad with her, too, setting it on the floor for maximum boom boom bass.]

Glad you're enjoying yourself. [Even if everything else is horrible, at least there's still Judar's improved taste.]

[douchemag]

[He gives her a bright grin, even summoning a small ball of black lightning into the air to add some club lighting.]

There's so little on this fucking ship that's fun, might as well enjoy whatever entertainment there is. [What should be an optimistic statement somehow sounds haughty and spoiled coming from his mouth....] You gonna join in or what?

[socloverit]

[Nothing should surprise her anymore, but the magic lightning club lighting manages it. Is this safe? Does she care? It's so shiny, which is most of what she cares about.

But she pauses, looking from the lightning to Judar and away again.]

I was here to mope. [as established, and he's making it difficult!!! but that's not a no and the thoughtful look she had before she answered hasn't gone anywhere.]

daycare

[missmaladroite]

[Well, Marinette was actually coming in here to check out the ballpit herself, but when she sees the balls out of place, she bends down to gather them up, one by one, to take them back to their rightful place in ballpit pride rock.]

[Of course, she keeps dropping one or two, so she keeps having to bend down again, groaning at her own clumsiness, then--]

[she notices Clover there and screams loudly]

AAAAAAAH!

[socloverit]

[The bad news is that Clover is horrifically jumpy on her best of days, the worse news is that this is not even a good day for her, and the worst news is that she has a meat cleaver.

So with a scream that is as much fury as it is fear, Clover bursts out of the ballpit, wielding the cleaver—]

Marinette! [The readiness to cut a bitch has left her but YIKES]

[missmaladroite]

[Marinette, in the process of trying to calm her ass down, sees Clover coming at her with the cleaver and--]

[SCREAMS LOUDER, diving behind the closest shelter available... which happens to be one of those toddler see-saws]

CLOVER?!

[she's going to die of nerves so help her]

[socloverit]

[it's fine everything's fine she's putting the cleaver down, even if the panic in Clover's expression hasn't completely faded. give her a minute.]

Don't scare me like that! [OKAY BUT WHICH ONE OF US HAS THE MEAT CLEAVER CLOVER]

[missmaladroite]

Don't scare you?! You're the one with a knife!

[but she looks way more relieved when Clover flowers it]

W-Why do you have that in the ballpit?

[socloverit]

You screamed first!

[therefore ALL HER ACTIONS ARE EXCUSABLE]

Because I always have it? [ever so matter-of-factly, like, why wouldn't she have a meat cleaver? it's basic logic, marinette.]

biolab

[chiseler]

[He'd come down to use the printer himself after being a broody shit, but when he enters the lab and sees Clover with her plethora of frogs he can't help but pause. He's carefully stepping around jellyfish and frogs to approach the table she's at.

...and he takes a seat to start building a frog tower.]

Someday I'll stop being fascinated with this thing. Probably not anytime soon though. [Hi Clover, how are you?]

Re: biolab

[socloverit]

[As shitty as ever is how she's doing, but she watches the frog tower's construction with quiet curiosity, even as she pushes her chair back a little. A bunch of frogs and a tiny plastic horse fall on the floor in the process.]

Did you wanna use this? I'll get out of your way.

[chiseler]

[His eyes slide just a bit to watch the animals tumble, not entirely concerned even as he casually builds. The tower's becoming a fortress, solving evolving into a castle.]

Nah, that's not necessary. Kinda looks like you printed more than enough. [A half-smile.] How long have you been down here?

[socloverit]

[This is some impressive amphibian architecture. The printer is in the process of spitting out another frog and Clover's expression does not change at all. No shame.]

Uh. A while. [Maybe a little shame?]

[chiseler]

[This is what happens when you give Luke something to do so he can fidget. He looks up when she speaks, amused but not really in a position to judge.]

There are far worse places to be hiding out. [Dootdootdoot, frog castle…] When I was a kid I used to hang out in the woods to get away from everybody else at Camp or the arena. It really only got bad when I'd get distracted and miss some of the lessons I was teaching. [That is to say he can't exactly blame her.]

[socloverit]

[Knocking a bunch of plastic frogs on the ground again in the process, she folds her arms on the table so she can lay her head down on them. Running off to the woods sounds as close to wonderful as things get for her now, actually—the gardens are close, but always too bustling. Hiding from everyone isn't especially shameful, given that she's running especially low on fucks to give, but getting found kind of is. There's a difference.

But she's still pretty intently watching frog castle come together. This is close to the most interested she's been in anything in weeks! That's mostly just sad.

She hums, understanding.] Better places, too, probably. Just not really around here.