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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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.]

[douchemag]

[Judar rolls his eyes, because he's such a caring guy.]

You can mope anywhere. Come on! [He catches her look at the lightning and grins - his magic might be seriously limited here, but he knows exactly how to add to this light show without casting a single spell. A brief thought and suddenly a cluster of butterflies made of black and white light start swirling above them and around the room before he holds his hand out to her.]

Let's have some fun! If you mope too much, you're gonna get stress wrinkles.

[socloverit]

[considerate as always......

But the lightning had her attention already and the butterflies make her jump, but if anything's about to distract her from wallowing, it's shiny things.]

Oh, no. Stress wrinkles. [In the flattest voice possible—but her sarcasm doesn't hold up against the utterly entranced look she's still watching the butterflies with, even as she takes his hand and hauls herself out of the ballpit.]