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

[probings]

[harold knows they've been keeping track of the ointments and serums after the congealing serum fiasco last week.

but she'll call over to jason, too.]

Hey, you mind looking over there, through the bandages and first aid stuff? It should be pretty organized by now!

[antagonize]

[Look. He can move real fast when shit might be going down.]

Sure. I don't mind.

[And he'll go do just that. Anything off in this part?]

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[Harold will find that one of the jars of salve is missing.

If he paid attention to the original amount, Jason will find that one of the rolls of bandages is significantly smaller than before.]

[antagonize]

[Not paying attention to this sort of thing is probably a sin to daddy dearest, lbr.

He'll pick up that roll of bandages, though, eyeing it for a moment before glancing over at the others.]

Someone used part of this up. [Holding up the roll for them to see.] Find anything else over there?

[probings]

We really have to start keeping a sign-out sheet for people using stuff. Or maybe I should just stay in here all the time?

[she's not amused, but as she turns back to check what she was counting, she realizes the salve is missing too.]

Hmm? [she hums, counting, then counting again before picking up a notepad on the table that has a manual tally of some of the bigger items.]

Yep. There's a jar of salve that's completely gonezo. I didn't count it today, but it's definitely less than yesterday's.

[antagonize]

Like anyone willing to commit murder in this place would be stupid enough to use a sign-out sheet. [And he's not even going touch upon the chances of her getting shanked for staying here all the time.] ... Guess it could help narrow down those who didn't steal some of this to cover their asses, though.

[And at the mention of the salve:]

So — one used roll of bandages, and a missing jar of salve. Looks like we should start looking for a trail of blood somewhere.

[probings]

[she knows both would be useless, but she's unable to stop her own colorful commentary, especially when they've been trying to keep a close eye for this exact reason.]

Seems like it. We should make sure nothing else is wrong before we see if anyone else has found one yet. Last week, we almost missed something pretty im-por-tant because of the commotion!

[which is still bothering her a lot, honestly. usually she's better than that.]

We should check any other drawers and trash pail. [she's got no issue in rooting around the trash can, honestly.

she just wants to make sure if there's anything else to be found in this room, they get it in one shot. with three of them there, they should probably be able to cover it? probably? she thinks jason and elizabeth are capable of that.]

[antagonize]

Fair point. The more thorough we are now, the less time we waste chasing down the wrong leads.

[They almost thought the victim tried to kill the real culprit, during the first trial. That kind of mistake is stupid, clumsy, and should be avoided at all costs — unless they want to execute the wrong person this time around.

And even if Harold has no issues with rooting around the trash, he'll gesture to the trash pail before she can get to that. He's wearing gloves unlike them, so.]

I'll take care of the trash pail. Check the equipment, too, to see if anything else is off.

[Like the diagnostic machine, and the rest of that broken junk.]

[probings]

Right. I'll check the diagnostic machine.

[since she really doesn't want anyone else touching the working machinery right now, tbh! checking the broken stuff can come in a minute, unless elizabeth does it first.]

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[Doesn't look like there's anything in the trash or equipment that stands out.]

[antagonize]

[BUMMER. He wipes anything off his gloves on his pants like a bum and moves away from the pail.]

Nothing in the trash. I'll check the drawers next.

[Harold and Elizabeth can handle the machines, unless one of them wants to come help with the drawers once they're done.]

[probings]

[she's doing a pretty thorough check, just to be sure.]

Nope, looks like we've got an all-clear here.

[she'll help with the drawers, in any case. she's not leaving until they've checked out every corner of this room.]

[antagonize]

Good. One less thing to worry about, then.

[Because, really, do they want someone breaking the machinery as part of their murder plan?

That said, he'll thoroughly check the drawers and anything else that could be used to store items. Small corners and things like that, where someone could have shoved something in.]