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

[missmaladroite]

[listen it's totally not Marinette]

Exactly. It's our duty to see you all out safely. You should stay with someone at all times - but if you're nervous, one of us can escort you.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[Message received, Adrien.

But you are getting teased to hell and back in most embarrassing ways next week. Shelley has promised herself that]

N-No, I'll be fine. Just...don't let anything bad happen. Uh, worse than what already happened, that is.

[DON'T DISAPPOINT, CHILDREN]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[way more earnestly:]

That's the plan. We'll do our best.

[missmaladroite]

You can trust us, madame. That may not mean much in this situation, but we'll prove it to you.