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WEEK 10
| the pygmalion. . . ONLINE  CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (10) |
monday - thursday (18) 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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Jack won't get the chance to play it yet though, because when Grell touches the hologram, something strange happens - the entire thing flips, showing what seems to be another map. This one is weird, though; it doesn't seem to be a map of any sort of galaxy, but rather one of thousands and thousands of datapoints, most of them indecipherable. If they study it closely though, three in particular may stand out to them.]
Pandora (GLXY90458)
Earth (VICT925435)
Rhizome 9 (NONA9234092)
[If Grell continues to touch the map, the point Earth (VICT925435) will start glowing before a file appears. Again, most of it is indecipherable - there appear to be a lot of measurements going on, though what they're for is anyone's guess. She'll recognize the images attached though; they're all satellite images of her home, though they're too far away for her to make out any distinct people, only buildings. Additionally, someone's left a helpful note in English prefacing the whole thing.]
Apparently populated with aliens calling themselves "reapers" and "demons". Despite the primitive terminology, they appear to have impressive biological capabilities.
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...So, someone's been watching? Guess that explains the how we got here part.
[ If it's possible, Jack will try to touch Pandora's datapoint to see if something similar will pop up for it. ]
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[Rhizome 9. She might have passed over another iteration of earth or it's moon without thought, but she can't ignore that it names the base specifically. Clover hesitates, but she does follow suit and reach out to tap the datapoint.]
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Primitive? We're not...
[what was this? what was all of this about? how could they have... maybe the points for the others will help a little.]
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Total shithole. Still, anyone who can survive to adulthood here is going to be one tough S.O.B. to take down. Let's keep this one in mind.
[Clover's shows satellite imagery of Rhizome 9, as well as pictures of the interior of the base, though the building is empty. The message prefacing it reads:]
What kind of sick fucked-up game are they running here? We might actually be doing a favor to anyone we bring in.
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Yeah, that's— That's completely true.
[ He takes the implication in the messages in stride, at least, but once everyone is done reading, he's going to return to that video file. ]
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But she turns her attention back to the terminals when Jack does.] Find something?
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not enough, maybe, if the age: unknown was an indication. or perhaps they didn't know if they should add the-
if Jack's found something, he can go ahead and reveal it, it might take her mind away from the conclusions she's jumping to.]
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It appears to belong one Jasper Jones, and there's a plethora of self taken photos in it. A number of selfies splatter across the screen, but the face in these photographs are unfamiliar. In addition to the selfies, there's a number of audio files: .wavs and .mp3s in a neat row, and looking at the file names shows they probably weren't acquired legally. Oops. Still, they appear to be music, if titles like Break The Ice - Britney Spears.wav are indication.
As for the video, it opens with Jasper Jones narrating a night in with a woman he calls Daisy. They're going to watch a movie, and eat some Italian, and as Jasper is finishing this statement, the video cuts. This time, he's singing happy birthday to a mature woman, who leans in to hug him at the end. It appears to be Jasper Jones' mother's 77th birthday. The video cuts in the middle of her thank yous.
There is a large amount of videos intermingling, and skipping around, if they choose to do so, shows that some videos continue later in the file. Jasper, for example, gifted his mother a rather lovely necklace. His dinner with Daisy looks tasty. He has a brother who he plays video games with, and Jasper likes to hang out and drink beer in the viewport. It's just day to day snippets of his life. One thing is clear: the Pygmalion, at some point, harbored civilians. Jasper was nothing more than a traveler among the stars.
You might be lulled into a sense of security, even if the video is unendingly dull thus far. Maybe the account is so old that booting it up resulted in a file corruption? Who knows.
There's a minute of nothing but black and the low hum of white noise in the video. With only 7 seconds left, the video flickers back, and even though it's not easy to make out the image due to the fact it seems whatever it was Jasper was recording on was damaged, something is very apparent.
Jasper Jones is running from something with the woman he calls Daisy, and the lights of the Pymalion are dim, dying, and listening closely yields the sound of a third set of feet, but it doesn't seem to come from behind Jasper and Daisy.
It's from above.
There are 6 seconds left in the video. Jasper is pulled up, the feed falls to the ground, and a clatter of metal hitting metal resounds, echoing against the shrill shriek that surely comes from Daisy. There's an organic sounding pop and crunch and the feed only shows the edge of the vent, but it's enough to know that Jasper Jones' has been pulled through thin slit of the vent, his body tucking into itself. Blood splatters across the ceiling and floor. Daisy's scream ends abruptly.
There are 3 seconds left.
A second screen bursts out of the speakers, but this one feels like it's happening in the room. It grows, louder and louder and louder and it's like the seconds on the video left are going away in minutes as the intensity of the scream rockets until it hits a pitch so high that it's clear whatever is screaming is doing this on purpose. A black mass slaps down onto the ground in the video, shiny and scaly. It slips away quickly, a blink and you miss it sort of thing. The feed gives in, and is corrupted.
The last second of the video is the decay growing to the point the image cuts out. ]
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Of course, he gets... Essentially, exactly what he figured he might. Jack watches the gruesome scene without his expression changing much at all. In fact, he seems to take this much more in stride than those personal videos, but maybe that's just the kind of person Jack is? It's never easy to tell. The scream gets his expression to twist up, since it's unpleasant to say the least, but his arms stay crossed as he watches.
It's only once that scaly thing appears that Jack's eyes actually widen with sharp interest. He has no idea what it was, but it's enough for him to step forward and start trying to pull that video up again to try and get a better look at that moment before it disappears. It had been so brief that there wasn't really time to get a good sense of what the hell he was even looking at. ]
The fuck was that? Did you- [ He glances to the other two ] Please tell me that you actually got a halfway decent look at whatever that was.
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I don't—I don't know what that was, I didn't—didn't see...
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[it's a break from the sort of dull things she had watched and found no enjoyment in, the memories of someone's days who held little to excite her, and then suddenly that shift. instantly she'd shifted from the idle curiosity into focus, sharp even as the image destroys itself. whatever that thing was, it was present, and it was dangerous.]
And it was intelligent.
[then, softly so only Clover and Jack can hear her, no one else, nothing else.]
Do you think it's still here?
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Look, to be honest here? Gonna say we should assume it is.
[ He stands back and sets his hands on his hips. ]
That's gonna be a better bet than the alternative. Better to be proved wrong on that assumption than the other.
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[and boy oh boy is she ever grateful to be armed with a stupidly dangerous laser weapon at all times, even if she's hoping she never ever sees that thing.]
We should...tell the others, too. About all of this.