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

[probings]

Annnnd that's the part that's pretty fishy to me. If you'd hold your horses instead of yelling about it, I'd explain the rest!

[slow your fuckin roll, machias! she's getting to it.]

The first place I went this morning was the Medical Bay, and some medical ointment was tampered with. It wasn't me even though I was in there last night. Fumi and Frankenstein wouldn't go opening any of the medical ointments without a reason either. [and they're the two people she sees the most, and she's got no evidence right now that they hurt themselves.] One of those bots took it for evidence after we noticed it, though.

[can you put two and two together here, kid? she's giving him a pretty pointed look that says "do i have to spell this out all the way for you?"]

[breakshot]

[ what no he's not done hollering - ugh, fine. he'll listen carefully, and upon harold mentioning the medical bay, his eyes widen a bit. now he's putting two and two together!! ]

So, if we're to assume they got hurt in the struggle, then after leaving the scene of the crime...

[ he glances back to the ball pit. it's awfully strange there'd only be blood specks on there comparing the serious pool of blood from the carousel. ]

They left for the Medical Bay to treat their wounds with some ointment. That'd definitely explain why we couldn't see any defensive wounds on anyone here right from the get go. But if we're going to look at it from that angle, isn't there other questions we ought to be asking?

[probings]

There are, but we could be here all day coming up with them. Kind of a waste of time when there's so much else to do, right?

[she's got a lot on her mind, and there really aren't a lot of answers. even what looks obvious might not be.]

Anyway, it's just something to consider. We're not going to know much until we find out more. There's a lot of people and probably just as many incentives. For all we know, someone just tried to make it look like that. [harold shrugs, she's pretty hot-and-cold about it becauset hey don't know much.]

It's just an idea to keep in mind, but we need to talk to everyone and see what's up anyway, don't we? I'm not going to settle on anything yet, you probably shouldn't here. [she'll turn on her heels though.] I need to make sure nothing else is out of place in the Medical Bay. Don't stick around too long or you'll make yourself crazy in the meanwhile!

[almost considerate. almost. she's said what she has to say though, so she's about ready to saunter off, humming a tune under her breath as she goes.]