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]

[ARE YOU IN A POSITION TO TALK JUDAR no you are not]

[but she lets Chat sass him]

We came to rescue you-- and trust me, getting in was easier than getting out would be. But we'll get you out.

[douchemag]

Hey, this is super fashionable where I come from, you know! [no it really fucking isn't he comes from fantasy china] And it's better than cat ears!

[squinting at Ladybug with the most dubious tone in his voice ever] Reeeeaaaally. Okay, do it then. Get us out right now.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I think they make me look dashing.

[adrien at best you pull off "cute" with those don't fucking dream]

[missmaladroite]

That's the plan. It won't be right now, but we're doing our best.

[not commenting on the ear thing because she also thinks they kinda look dumb.... in an endearing way]