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

[muties]

[ hands them each a flower anyway, deal with it fumi. you're pretty it can't be helped. and dave's is for behaving clearly. ]

I hope no one used it for anything, still. Hell, let's see if anyone put it back yet.

[ goes to the smaller tools to see if the weeding thing is back yet or still missing. or if any more tools have vanished. ]

[parodeity]

[ moseys on towards the alcove but is probably following fumi here since she entered ahead of him.

also puts his flower behind his left ear? ]

[laptopper]

...

[ oh what the hell, she'll tuck it behind her right ear. And it's okay Dave, she was heading for the alcove anyway! Not that she thinks anyone used a lawnmower for murder, but she likes to be thorough. ]

[al2955]

[ Roxy won't find a weeding scythe, sadly. What she will find is a pack of nitrile gloves opened. Were they opened before?

Dave, Fumi, and their flowers don't find anything on the other side. No one got lawn mowered today. ]

[muties]

[ probably not, because we're all slobs who don't wear gloves. is there anyway to tell if any are missing and how many? ]

[al2955]

[ The box notes that there's twelve pairs in the box.

If she goes through all the trouble of dumping them all out and counting them, she'll notice there's twenty-two individual gloves. Uh.. how many pairs is that? ]

[muties]

[ of course she will, that's what detectives do gosh. and that's 11 pairs, so... ]

There's a pair of gloves missin'. And the weedy thing is still gone.

[laptopper]

... Well. That could be incriminating.