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_

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[antagonize]

[LOOK............ WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES.]

Yeah, Chat, this isn't the time.

[Jason, don't be an ass.]

You two do realize there's been a murder, right? Not exactly the best moment to bust out the cheap Party City costumes and play "heroes".

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he's rubbing his side with a pout and NOT ACKNOWLEDGING Jason being an ass because Ladybug asked!!! and he can be a grown up!!! unlike some people!!]

We're not playing.

[well, some measure of grown-up anyway, since he's sulking]

[missmaladroite]

I assure you, monsieur, this isn't a game to us. We're out to find the killer, as well as the person behind all of this kidnapping and murder business - and put a stop to them.

[don't be jelly of their fashionable costumes Jason Todd, just because they look better than you did]

[antagonize]

Suit yourselves. Just don't complain when you end up like [fuck he can't remember her name —] Callisto Chew.

[He's not going to go out of his way to stop them or anything. They can keep their fetish suits and bleed all over them or something. Kinky.]

I've heard teen "heroes" have a low life expectancy, anyway.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I don't think that was her name? [--not that he can remember it any better so he just moves on to address the other part:]

You must've heard some lousy rumors, then, 'cause our statistics definitely say otherwise.

[missmaladroite]

That wasn't her name. [Except that Ladybug doesn't remember what it is, either...]

What makes you so sure we're teenagers? [listen apparently people think she's over 5000 years old, somehow] Regardless, we've faced tougher situations than this.

[antagonize]

No, I'm sure that was her name. Callisto You.

[He changed it. Still not right.]

Heh, confidence is good. But not that good. Try again once you're both done with puberty.

[He's a detective. Please try to bs better than this.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[squinting]

Okay, that's not even the name you gave her earlier. [.... ok maybe try focusing your priorities chat] Cholera Boo?

[or he will just focus on the name part ok chat thank you for nothing you useless feline]

[missmaladroite]

If you don't know it, you shouldn't guess it. It's disrespectful.

[SAYS THE ONE GUESSING THEM???]

Regardless, we'll prove ourselves to you, monsieur.