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]

[i ship it]

That's during the trial, mon chaton. [flicks his bell] Our aim is to find the killer before then.

[To Roxy...]

People must have spoken to this [Calmyso Ew? What was her name again??] woman. We can rebuild a rapport from there. Regardless, I'm not so sure someone would just kill anyone on a whim-- she was stabbed and left for dead in the daycare.

[that's trickier, but....] We can start by looking for the murder weapon.

[muties]

You two are such a cute couple, holy shit.

[ ANYWAY ]

Havin' a pool of suspects would help a bit there, really. Probs no need to rush that much, right? They're not 'bout to kill again.

[ though she admires their determination. er, the furry couple not the killer. ]

Man I'm not sure what's worse, being killed on whim or being killed by someone you even kinda vaguely knew. [ either way sucks to be crystal blue ] Hmmm. Well, everyone was lookin', so maybe it turned up? I doubt you can easily hide a weapon 'round here.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[I'm sorry was there another part of the conversation because he heard couple and is ignoring everything else to comment at ladybug with the worlds biggest shit eating grin:]

We are, aren't we?

[missmaladroite]

[GROANS AND PUSHES HIS FACE AWAY BY HIS NOSE] Please don't encourage him. We are not a couple - we're a partnership. It's different.

Anyway, have you investigated anything, R--- mademoiselle?