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

[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.