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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[antagonize]

This week only, while you can't kill me with my own sword.

[So, yeah. Let Luke have the lightsaber for a test drive. Let him live the Jedi dream. Let him wish he could give up an eye in exchange for a Cool Sword^TM — or not. Nobody should do that. It sucks.]

Not anything that doesn't count as ship infrastructure, anyway. [A beat, and then he's looking at the printer.] But I guess I could let you cut up some dicks. I mean, you're practically a dick connoisseur at this point.

[bloodbiter]

We are not doing that.

[she refuses to be complicit in lgithsaber dick slicing!! anyways, she's reaching out to hand the hilt to luke.]

Did you have anything in mind besides the cubes and, ah, Jason's continued impropriety?

[chiseler]

I can't believe that's the title we're going with. [He never asked to be a dick connoisseur! But thanks for letting him use the Force, guys. He's taking the hilt, stepping back enough to activate said-lightsaber and laughing to himself as it comes to life.]

I didn't have anything in mind specifically since everything the printer prints is made of the same material...what about surprising me? Wanna make sure my skills are still up to standards.

[antagonize]

[Wow??? Let a man slice some dicks, Adelina????]

I can't believe you thought we'd go with any other title.

[But, fine. No dicks. He's looking at the 3D printer again, browsing through the templates.]

Since it looks like we have two debbie downers this week, what can we throw around without you clutching your pearls like some Victorian maiden? [To Adelina, obviously.] Animals? Shoes? Vases? Suspiciously phallic food items?

[bloodbiter]

Oh, oh! Can you use that thing to make a model of a dragon?

[she has no idea what the printer is capable of, and also, she's ignoring his Rudeness.]

[chiseler]

[His eyes widen and he suddenly remembers why he adores Adelina.]

Dude. Print me a dragon, that's exactly what I want to test this thing on.