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

[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.]

[muties]

[ well staying in here sounds better than wandering around where people could stab her at random (which is clearly very likely), so might as well so some inventory searching. starting with the cleaning supplies, because who wouldn't kill someone with fabric softener. ]

[al2955]

[Looks like all the cleaning supplies are accounted for.]

[muties]

[ how long before someone drinks the bleach, tho.

off to the food section, has anyone been pilfering food to hole up with? ]

[al2955]

[All the food's there. It looks like one of the bottles of water is missing, however.]

[muties]

[ so someone likes to stay hydrated, or maybe it was alice. that computery shithead likes water.

let's check out that dry ice, and see if that mannequin leg is still around in those containers. ]

[al2955]

[Looks like both are still there and fully stocked!]

[muties]

[ then let's finish this inventory sweep by checking on that locked door in the back. still locked? ]

[al2955]

[Still locked.]

[muties]

[ then she shall leave the poor dry storage in peace and go stare at the digital waterfall like a cool kid ]