WEEK 1

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (1)

tuesday - thursday (41) survivors Yesterday's revelation weighs heavily on your mind — or perhaps it's barely crossed it. Either way, you have to admit that the atmosphere of the ship has changed dramatically. Now that everyone has had a night's rest (or perhaps no sleep at all, despite the newfound hospitality), a change of clothes, and their newly acquired possessions back. Despite the dark turn of events, the ship is quite bright now, seemingly bubbling with life — mechanical life, that is. The cafeteria robot was busy all night preparing an illustrious breakfast for everyone, so anyone who enters the cafeteria on Tuesday morning will find platters of food laid out across the many tables, hot and ready to eat. Other than that, the ship seems mostly the same as it was before. The same areas are still restricted, such as the large room looming in the center of the ship as well as the elevator that never comes no matter how many times you may press the up or down buttons. It seems you must make the most of your dire situation, and watch your back for daggers all the while. taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook murder proposals ENTER COMMAND_

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[isodope]

Alright, alright. I don't mind it, but then again I don't got much hygienic standards.

[He feels bad for anyone in the Commonwealth who does, because it must be hard. Hancock looks around the installment about the stove and clicks on the mechanical fan that whirs directly toward it, causing the smog to disperse.]

That might be the best I can do, unless you got some fancy perfume.

[He assumes Elizabeth would be the type to own fancy perfume.]

[brooches]

Thank you, Hancock.

[ As the fan begins to do it's job, Elizabeth watches as the smoke disappears slowly before eyeing back to Hancock. Honestly, though? Yeah, Elizabeth would normally have a thin vial of perfume in her tower, but traveling light was her focus. So no perfume just yet :( ]

Not here, no. I'm limited to the attire on my back and - [ She keeps quiet about the lockpicks. Much luck it does with a place as advanced as this... ] that's about it.

[isodope]

[He nods.]

Well, at least we have matching period clothes. That's what counts around here. [No it doesn't, but Hancock is just trying to lighten the mood.] We'll get by. Any shitstain who wants to kill someone is going to be the next to die.

[brooches]

[ She wonders if that's an unending circle? Kill those who want to kill. A circle of violence that yields no winners. She wonders how that applies to the game... ]

You'd go so far for that? [ She doesn't sound youthful in that question, more reflective. ]