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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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. ]

[laptopper]

[ She would have taken blood and guts over this, honestly. ]

Oh, for--!

[ GODDAMMIT. She'll work on tidying it up in a bit, but first-- time to check the cabinets and see if anything's missing. ]

[al2955]

[ At least someone cares enough to clean up the medbay!

The wide open cabinets are easy enough to check, and while there's a few bottles knocked over, they all seem lined up, for the most part. There is, however, a bottle that looks like it was shoved deeper into the cabinet. ]

[laptopper]

[ ... classy. Good thing these cabinets aren't hard to reach, since she's just going to go ahead and reach in to try and get that bottle free. ]

[al2955]

[ The bottle comes free from its horrible scifi cabinet confines without any fuss. Turns out no one has tried to superglue the medical supplies down yet! ]

[laptopper]

[ superglue is actually not that godly, alas--

But hello, bottle! Are you like the other bottles? What do you have in you? ]

[al2955]

[ The bottle opens with a rustling of pills, so it's clear there's some in there. Looking inside, however, reveals the bottle isn't full. In fact, it's half empty. Half emptied of little white pills. ]

[laptopper]

[ Is there a label on this bottle or is she going to have to conduct a totally sane experiment on what the heck kind of pills these are? ]

[al2955]

[ Get to experimenting, Fumi.

Actually, the rather non descript packaging labels them as "Painkillers", so Fumi will have to have fun some other way. ]

[laptopper]

[ Oh boy. Half of them missing, though? ]

I wonder if someone's going to run in screaming about an OD case...

[al2955]

[ Maybe they just have a particularly bad headache!

Does Fumi dare to check the other cabinets? ]

[laptopper]

[ Fumi dares. Hi, other cabinets. ]

[al2955]

[ If this were a horror game, Fumi would be so dead right now. Thankfully, the murder-mystery genre is where the Pygmalion is stationed, and--

waitaminute. There's a missing roll of bandages! The cabinet is relatively undisturbed, but the roll is definitely gone. ]

[laptopper]

[ ... again. Geez, you people are disasters. But duly noted! Anything else? ]

[al2955]

[ Even the most intense gaze at the medbay would yield no result. The medbay's clear, now! ]