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

[antietam]

Probably not great, all things considered. [ Someone might be dead? Maybe not. Maybe his to-do list worked. Everyone thank him. ]

I can check this side, you can have that one? [ There Hancock, you get the alcohol side. Adam will be looking over the couches and chairs, and finally the charging station.

When Shelly comes in, that just makes things worse. ] No blood yet. What happened, exactly?

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Someone programmed a tablet to make it scream and locked one of the offices...somehow. A few others and I fell for it.

[She really isn't happy about that]

No one would do something like this for kicks and giggles! That's why we separated to look for clues.

[isodope]

Sounds like a distraction for sure. [He says, investigating the liquor. Like it had anything to do with this case.] Maybe someone got offed while that alarm was sounding.