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_

Comments

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.]

[antagonize]

[wow!! implying he wasn't pretty already............this is truly libel.]