WEEK 1 - Investigation

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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

[breakshot]

None that we've managed to locate.

[ That would be more than a little careless. He shakes his head at Frankenstein's questions. ]

Her hair was a bit disheveled, but there wasn't any bruising anywhere on the body as far as I could tell. I checked to see if the weapon might have left any fragments, but there were none. Whatever it was, the wounds it left were deep and clean.

[unasking]

Where were the wounds exactly? Was the body warm or cold?

[He'll be examining the carousel itself now, doing his best to decipher exactly where the struggle itself might've happened.]

[breakshot]

It was lukewarm. When I went to check her pulse, her body only felt very slightly cool. I can't say for sure, but it felt just a little under regular body temperature. ... As if she hadn't been gone for that long.

[ Knock yourself out, Frank. He'll be right beside you to answer any questions about that too! ]

There were two wounds: one in-between the chest, and another to her stomach. I checked underneath her as well, but I didn't see anything else before they took her away.

[ He pauses for a moment, his expression faltering a bit. Shaking those thoughts aside, he'll point out the rabbit and wolf seats of the merry-go-round, being careful not to step on the blood. ]

That's where we found her. She was trapped right in-between them.

[unasking]

[There's a moment of curiosity in regards to that, rigor mortis can begin to set in approximately 30 minutes after death but if her body wasn't completely cold then it couldn't have had the chance to advance that far. That would still date it to be a few hours earlier.

Then there's a moment as he glances to where she was found - the rabbit and the wolf, how poetic - before he turns to Machias and sets a hand on his shoulder.]

Have you been listening to what I told Jessie? As soon as you can, excuse yourself from the location and indulge in what you need. Tea, a hot shower, and - ideally a game that relates to spatial-memory of sorts.