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

[missmaladroite]

Kunai. [To Grell!] It's a Japanese weapon, er... for ninjas, and stuff like that. [she might have learned this from anime. Also:]

You're tampering with the evidence! [even if he didn't get hurt! WHY DID SHE GET STUCK WITH THIS MORON WHAT DID SHE DO TO DESERVE THIS]

[At least he's doing something useful, but she's going to take a closer look at the shoes and the kunai when he's finished taking pictures of them]

[erythristic]

He's been tampering since he came in. It's not a surprise.

[see: the smeared bloodstains and the matching blood on his thousand dollar shoes. but she'll move away with Marinette, staring at what Rhys is doing for a solid moment before she realizes that the expression she's wearing is akin to a child being shown a magic trick and then tears her eyes away.

instead, she's going to go to priority number 2.]

...Are you alright, Marinette?

[she'd offer to get you tea if all the tea wasn't...in this room. the murder room. where the murder is.]