WEEK 12 - INVESTIGATION

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (12)

friday (?) survivors Friday comes with no corpses in sight yet. With Alice and most of the ship's power offline, there's no alarm to rouse you all from your sleep. You can choose to stay where you are or to leave it, but regardless, there is no longer a safe haven on this ship. taken list profiles setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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elevator corridor, 1:30

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[because he is somehow STILL not fucking dead, what the heck, adrien groans from where he's lying face down on the floor. he doesn't want to get up or move?? what day is it??? how the fuck is he going to push himself upwards with one arm. he doesn't want to roll over so he can sit up and make it easier? fuck it maybe the floor can answer him.]

What... happened?

i don't have an unconcious icon use your imagination

[missmaladroite]

[Aaaaand right next to him is his wife, slumped on the floor, still unconscious.]

[Maybe she's deda. Or just taking a nap]

[al2955]

[Well, both of these icons are totally wrong, because they'll likely notice once they're more aware that Adrien's miraculous ring and Marinette's miraculous earrings are both missing.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[well, fuck. once he finally sits up, he definitely notices his ring missing, and while there's a surge of panic at that, there is a bigger one at marinette lying on the ground unmoving. he scrambles to get to her-- not a hard feat since she's about a foot away from him-- and grabs her shoulder to try to shake her awake]

Marinette? Marinette, you have to-- wake up! [there's no blood but she can't do this to him? she can't, she absolutely can't]

[missmaladroite]

[WELL SHIT PRETEND I HAD THE RIGHT ICON THEN]

[in any case, if Adrien keeps shaking her, she'll slowly open her eyes, but it takes a minute and she's very groggy]

[and making very attractive faces]

Mmgnnh?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[oh thank god]

Mari, we-- wake up, we were knocked out. Our miraculous are missing.

[missmaladroite]

[She lifts her head, really disoriented, and tries to focus on his words]

What? Our.... miraculouses....?

[She raises her hands to her ears, and starts to paw at them]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Yeah. Someone must have taken them while we were out. I don't remember anything after the sprinklers started.

[missmaladroite]

[Her eyes widen as she realizes, and she tries to sit up abruptly]

No----! We have to find them!

[but she's still weak so likely what's going to happen is that she'll tumble headfirst, right into his arms]

[arm]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[catches her in his arms]

[arm]

Hey, slow down-- whatever was in those sprinklers can't have been good for anyone. We'll find them.

[missmaladroite]

[how romantic]

What even--- what was in the sprinklers?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I'm not sure. I remember thinking the water smelled sweet, and you telling me we should find what started them, and... nothing else. That must've been when I passed out.