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]

[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.]

[douchemag]

[Well, he likes pink, so he won't mind finding a pink frog in there later. It's not like anything can make his hair look worse tbh.]

Are...they? [He has no real opinion on this one way or another beyond too many frogs are gross, but he's sounding dubious anyway.] They can't even breathe fire or shoot lightning out of their ass.

[socloverit]

[the pink frog present is definitely helping? it absolutely looks better with this perfect piece of decor.]

...Um. No? [that's not a thing anything does???] Why would they? Why would anything?