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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[chiseler]

[He holds up a hand to stop her.]

Greek. The originals, if you will. Those guys have been around for thousands of years, moving wherever western civilization goes. As for prophecies…depends. Some of the gods like Apollo have the gift of prophecy and can predict and see futures. Some gods manipulate circumstances to push people toward these prophecies. And some people have the gift of sight to make predictions and read prophecies designed for individuals. The Oracle does that.

In a way, the gods are also a bunch of jerks. They can know all about your fate but they won't tell you. Half the time you can pray to them and they'll ignore you anyway like you don't exist. [He lifts his eyes to look at her.] Have you ever heard from your god when you've prayed to him?

[baptizer]

[ Oh, she shuts her mouth as soon as he corrects her. Chewing his words, seriously trying to make sense of the string of information he's given her. Maybe it's ignorant for her to speak on such things and she's nearly apologizing for it!

She stops when he talks about their secrets and ugh. She feels bad for him. His question, it makes her look down. She thinks - 18 years... and not once had a prayer been answered. Elizabeth had the power to escape, but something keeps her tethered. She didn't pray for freedom at first - she prayed for a family. She prayed for love. She prayed for the loneliness to end.

It never came.

Not until the sinner came. ]

...No. Never.

[ Was all she can summon. Does that make her a hypocrite for believing so deeply? ]

He's more of an idea. His vision more clarity among a thunderstorm. We won't meet Him until He judges us and allows us into His kingdom. Your gods... they're actually real?

[chiseler]

[It's a good thing she doesn't apologize. He never wants her apologies, thinks she has nothing to apologize for. Part of him wonders if it's really so deeply ingrained in her to be sorry for everything. Regardless, he watches her puzzle that out for herself, a bitter smile appearing when she confirms his suspicions. Guess all gods really are the same.]

Yeah, me either. [But he allows that to roll right along and listen to her, not entirely impressed with the idea of one god being the judge of everything, of a kingdom he's unaware of, someone viewed as good and righteous and someone to be afraid of. Granted he knows he shouldn't be talking so openly of the gods or anything but fuck them. They left him on his own. Finally…finally, he takes a deep breath. She trusts him. He can trust her with this, at least.]

You didn't think "half-blood" was just a fancy title, did you? [Even now sometimes he'll wear that gaudy orange camp t-shirt, sleeves ripped off from lighting them on fire during Allen and Lavi's trial. But he'll offer her that. She's a clever girl. Perhaps she'll understand without him saying it.]