WEEK TWO - Investigation

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (2)

friday (?) survivors Friday comes again, but this time it's much more gentle. There are no songs ousting you from your rooms, no — instead, you are allowed to sleep however long you would like as long as it does not breach any rules. If you attempt to open your datapad, however, you will be greeted with a video and accompanying music, of a different sort of persuasion from the music played previously — this one is not a jangly easy listening style tune, but rather a haunting and dreamlike elegy. Turning off your datapad will make the video disappear, but restarting the datapad will only bring the video back up again. Despite this, nothing out of the ordinary seems to occur. You have lunch, wander the garden, and have a drink with the companions you have made in the past two weeks. Soon, mid-afternoon comes. ENTER COMMAND_

Comments

[thanatosincarnate]

{ Wherever Dave isn't looking, Arumat will be looking. He'll move some desks aside trying to see if there is anything around. }

Some material.

[al2955]

[ There's nothing of note on the floor anywhere. ]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ Fantastic -- it's so dark in here though, is there anyway to switch on the lights in here? Because he'll touch along the walls to try to see if there was a switch.

Or, honestly, if there was something there they might have missed. Probably not, but it's a pain in the ass moving around in the dark. }

[al2955]

[ If Arumat skirts the wall close enough, he'll eventually come to a switch. Turning on the lights illuminates the room a little, but they're still a bit dim. It doesn't look like there's anything else around. ]