WEEK THREE - Investigation

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (3)

friday (?) survivors Friday, and the paranoia that comes with it, inches up your spine like a scorpion searching for prey. The circles around your eyes are as black as space itself, and it's difficult to remember how much sleep you have gotten in the last 72 hours. No alarm comes today. Perhaps you are unsure if that is a blessing or a curse. You feel too wary to leave your room, but you know you will have to eventually. You can only stay here for 12 hours. But you become conscious of your vulnerability, more aware of your blindspots. It becomes difficult to move, paralyzing, taxing on your mind to interact with the physical world — you would rather retreat into your thoughts. Tentatively, you leave your safe haven. taken list profiles setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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Holding Cells

[toprotecttheworld]

[The paranoia this week has been terrible. If she’s not picking fights with Hancock, she’s roaming the corridors with Arbok, never once letting him leave her side. That’s changed today—she’d been in her room for twelve hours, and the robots forcefully dragged her out before she could bring her snake with her.

Well, it’s been a week. Or three days since Niles and Maria, that, too. The last thing she wants to do is find a body or be a body, so she’s going to the safest place on the ship. The holding cells. Surely, no one will be hanging around there.]

Re: Holding Cells

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[Assuming nothing has gone strange in the Holding Cell area, there's still a cell with a wall of cardboard behind the bars. There are noises coming from inside, so you can at least take solace in knowing there isn't a dead body inside...hopefully.

The gate of the cell is locked, but maybe you'll get a reply]

[toprotecttheworld]

[Nani the fuck is this.

Can Jessie just like stick her hands through the bars and knock the cardboard down. She's going to do that.]

Gardens - 10 AM

[allout]

[ without much to do (and for some reason, hoping that she'll be alone), minako will head here. unlike her usual bubbly self, she's been keeping to herself more and more as the week goes by. she doesn't like it - she's been trying to fight the feeling, but it's something that she hasn't been able to shake.

maybe the scent of the flowers will help to calm her nerves. ]

[bloodbiter]

[another young woman had the same idea, and enters with her sword attached to her belt. as she enters, she sees minako and gives pause.]

Hello.

Medbay - 11 AM

[laptopper]

[ Guess who's headed here, it's Fumi! Who doesn't trust it not to be raided on a good day (the poor congealing serum) so of course when she's paranoid? She expects it to be completely empty. ]

[al2955]

[ Fumi's paranoia has foundation to stand upon, it seems, because the medbay is covered in blood and guts

Just jokin'!

The medbay definitely looks like it's had a wild night, though. It seems like someone came in and rifled through all the cabinets, leaving quite the mess in their wake. ]

dry storage - 12pm

[muties]

[ time to uncasually poke around places because haha someone is clearly going to die if they haven't already. it just better not be her or her kid, holla. may as well go poke somewhere less obvious for a body to appear (a mannequin was already murdered here after all). ]

[al2955]

[It doesn't look like anything's out of place at first sight. With how cluttered it is though, it'll be really hard telling if anything's missing.]

Cafeteria - 10am

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[Adrien is heading to the cafeteria, because paranoia and tiredness or not, he has a goddamn whiny cat to feed after spending most of the night patrolling as a magical girl. He is looking around himself a bit more than usual but HOPEFULLY there isn't another dead body here ffs]

[todorable]

[Todomatsu just wants a(nother) coffee; at this point flipping out at being around people has been trumped by caffeine cravings so he creeps into the caf as if a body (live or dead) could fall on him at any time. luckily Adrien is the first person he sees, since he's not the scary kind of furry...or is he???]

...A little late for breakfast, isn't it?

Parlor - 5pm

[isodope]

[Hancock is going to...not get drunk. He promised Elizabeth not to drink without her - horrible decision, really. So he's gonna get some orange juice and chill out with a tablet.]

[al2955]

[Doesn't look like there's anything in the parlor that stands out. Have fun getting not drunk, Hancock.]

gym - 7am

[antagonize]

[Well. Trying rest up has certainly become mission impossible after the past few days, with how paranoid he's felt lately. Today, especially, has been pretty bad. So after giving up on sleeping? He's making his way down to the bottom deck, heading to the gym before anything.

Maybe someone stole all the equipment to bash another person's skull in. Or maybe not. It's a mystery.]

[al2955]

[Looks like all the equipment's still there. Jason is free to make himself pretty.]

chapel, 9am.

[erythristic]

[it's brightly lit, and there's space to move around in. those are the two advantages to this place, Grell thinks, once she returns to it. that, and aside from the gardens this is the only place in the ship she feels any real sort of peace. sitting in a pew, though it's not the most comfortable place,

though she's aware of the sounds around her, she knows she has to get control of herself again. something, or she'll panic, no matter how dangerous all of this is. on reflex, she finds herself folding her hands in front of her, bowing her head.

murmuring under her breath, but she's saying something. praying in a very soft voice. for now, she looks as exhausted as she feels, and while her words can't be discerned from a distance, the tone is enough. please.]

[booklore]

[ The tone is more than enough for someone familiar with this kind of scene. Lavi doesn't have to know exactly what Grell is saying to comprehend the meaning; he's been around the Black Order long enough to be overly familiar with the sound of prayer. He approaches slowly, cautiously.

He doesn't want to interrupt someone when they're taking a private moment for themselves.

Despite not wanting to bother the other occupant of the chapel though, he does quietly sit down on a pew to watch Grell and wait for her to finish. When he's sure she's finished, he asks: ] Did it help?

viewport, 9:00 AM

[tevinteriscoming]

[Dorian has managed to stave off the worst of the paranoia so far by pushing through it and keeping focused, but when he wakes up Friday morning, it's too much to ignore. He has a terrible feeling something has gone wrong. He's less concerned for himself as for what might be happening on the ship somewhere.

His thoughts go pretty quickly to what had happened several days prior; the gruesome discovery in the Viewport. He has a feeling he may have missed something, so he goes there straight away to have a look around.]

[al2955]

[An eyeball falls on Dorian's head!!

Just kidding, it doesn't look like there's anything in the viewport.]

daycare, 11am

[chiseler]

[You know what a good idea is? Not straying too far from his room. With Backbiter still strapped to his back he's inching his way into the daycare simply to get out of his room but not go too far. And worst case scenario if somebody attacks he can throw the ballpit balls at someone and run. But before he gets too comfortable here he'll have a look around just to be sure.]

[al2955]

[Doesn't look like there's anything in the daycare.]

medbay - 7pm

[breakshot]

[ Good news, everyone! It's close to seven in the evening and Machias is still fucked up. With the efforts of Frankenstein and those assisting in the medical wing, Machias is now up and conscious. And more importantly, not vomiting on people.

It hasn't been a great day, with him fading in and out of consciousness. Any attempts to talk with him before now would have only gotten a clouded, hazy look, perhaps even an attempt to form something resembling something coherent before fading out. He'd have also attempted to get up, but promptly sat back down by whoever's keeping an eye on him. Stubborn kid.

Machias is sitting up now, anyway; fuck anyone else who says he can't, he does what he wants!! For now, and he's holding a hand to his head and desperately trying to fight off a combination of nausea, ears ringing, on top of a killer headache as he groans. That's progress, even though it was a serious struggle with not only his limbs feeling heavy but those in the wing too. Presumably he has his glasses back at least, or else he'll have not being able to see shit on top of all his other problems.

>Approach? ]

[parodeity]

[ dave will volunteer for keeping an eye on machias duty since that seems pretty low-key? he's tense as fuck still but perfectly capable of pretending he isn't. it makes you wonder how often his whole chill demeanor is a facade, doesn't it!

he's...

ok he's just playing sudoku by the bedside.

dave, be useful. ]

Sooooo, do we need to have a talk about accepting food from strangers and or crazy people or something. Or drinks? What did you do, bro.

[unasking]

[Well his doctor's here and has probably been doing a brunt of settling Machias back down so that he's not getting up.

When he reaches over, it's to support Machias by placing a hand on his shoulder so that he doesn't have to exert as much energy holding himself up.]

Don't push yourself.

[And he's rather terribly serious.]

9PM

[al2955]

[ At approximately 9PM, the effects of this week's motive finish fading away. By the time the clock rolls to midnight, you might almost feel like the hypersensitivity in your body hadn't truly ever inhabited it, the ordeal turning into a memory already. Still, the findings of today serve as a grim reminder that the paranoia that once gripped the ship had been real, and the fact it's faded at all could certainly lead to a different kind of dark feeling rutting around in your gut. ]