WEEK 1 - Investigation

[al2955]

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

friday (?) survivors Friday careens around the corner soon enough, much like every day preceding it does. This morning, however, is greeted with a surprise — your datapad is making a strange noise. Perhaps it's buried under the duvet you're sleeping under, or at the far corner of the room, maybe you're the forgetful type and left it in the bathroom, or maybe, just maybe, you have it right next to your ear when a song blasts at full volume. Upon inspection, you'll find the accompanying video is playing as well. The song seems to loop, this time being overlain with a voice recanting the history of the band in a steady, robotic tone. Was it the AI? You probably didn't care, and, instead, decided to leave your room. Once you do, the song finally ends. You are free. You may feel rather manipulated right now, or you are just satiated to be away from the music. Either way, it's clear your day has only just begun. ENTER COMMAND_

Comments

[thatbites]

Jesus!

[She jumps just a little bit because she wasn't expecting to get called out too. She turns to face Bull.]

Nothing, just checking it out.

[qundercover]

[Sorry. It's just a little funny how you managed to get snuck up on by the like. biggest dude here by far.]

Sure, alright. Had that look - the "lost my smallclothes and can't find them" one. Something going on out here? Everyone's all worked up.

[al2955]

[Doesn't look like there's anything out of place here.]

[thatbites]

[He's a spy and that's her excuse.]

I did not! [She can get the gist even if he's saying smallclothes.] I don't know. I'm not getting involved.