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_

Comments

[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.]

[missmaladroite]

I was surprised!

[She looks mildly horrified, glancing between Clover, to the meat cleaver, so the ballpit. For self-defense, probably? Hopefully?]

Well, I, hope you didn't cut yourself with it... I didn't, um, mean to startle you, I'm sorry.