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]

[he's clearly just jealous of their fabulous spandex outfits]

Let's not get distracted from the matter at hand.

[thanatosincarnate]

Some think what you're doing is making light of the situation.

{ On one hand, he's not surprised because they're children. But, on another... }

I don't see any need to say anymore.

{ If they really want to help out in costume, then that's their choice, he believes. }

[monsieurchatastrophe]

We're not. I know it might not look like it right now, but this is what we do.

[save the day etc]

[missmaladroite]

Then we won't say any more, either. We'll prove our intentions through action!

[thanatosincarnate]

{ He doesn't say anything, but he gives a nod in slight approval at Marinette's words, before he makes his way out of there. }