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

[todorable]

[somewhere between sulky and embarrassed; life is easier when everyone you know is at least as childish as you are]

He slipped and fell, didn't he?

[conveniently ignoring whose fault that was, and getting to his feet. he at least looks apologetic??]

Anyway, let's just--calm down and eat before anything worse happens. Unless you needed something else?

[again, conveniently ignoring who was not being calm]

[mnasthai]

I-I'm fine really. [ Smiling because that solves everything, right? And look no dead body parts in the cafeteria, this is the best outcome.]

I haven't eaten yet either.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[this is the best possible outcome, true, because there are no bodies anywhere!! go team!!!]

Well, that's good. We're getting brunch. [APPARENTLY] We can just have it all together.

[todorable]

Yeah, that'd be nice. What do you want, eggs? Tuna?

[we are lucky to have such a great meal since there is absolutely nothing to kill an appetite! Just s lovely, corpseless day]

[mnasthai]

Okay. I want eggs. [ Because when does he ever NOT want eggs.]

I'm glad this isn't like last week. [ Just going to skim over that there's probably a dead body in another room.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[adrien can't judge out loud because everyone has probably seen him grab cheese more often than is humanly recommended but he is judging inside, where it counts. also what dead body this is brunch fuck you]

Maybe what happened earlier this week was enough to put people off...

[yeah adrien everyone wants to talk about the gruesome murder of two people before brunch, jfc]

[al2955]

[If they're in the kitchen making food, one of them may notice that a bottle of cooking oil is completely empty. There's also a match missing from one of the matchbooks.]

[mnasthai]

[ They are indeed in the kitchen because presumably Adrien and Todomatsu want to eat more than just one thing the entire time. Kazuma isn't too familiar with what's normally in here, but he's aware enough to notice something is off (thx paranoia week).]

Did they rearrange things?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[adrien cant fucking cook who let him in here?? this is how they all die

he does notice the empty cooking oil bottle, because those are easily noticeable]

I'm not sure. Do the robots usually leave the empty bottles out?

[don't people... come get them... Oh Boy]

[mnasthai]

[ RIP Brunch Group.]

I think they do. [ For a second he frowns-- he's found enough dead bodies for this week k thx.]

Ah, there's a match missing too?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[it's paranoia week so adrien's first thought is "oh my god did someone cook a person" ... no j/k who would think of that first. but he is worried about a dead body more than his Usual Optimism would let him be, so he's going to look around the kitchen more!!! scrutinize that kitchen and find nothing!!!]

Is there anything else missing? Can you see? Maybe someone just... cooked something.

[TO KILL SOMEONE WITH, adrien doesn't add but thinks because fuck his life]

[mnasthai]

[Kazuma also finds nothing, though he does try to search as thoroughly as possible.]

I don't see anything else. I'd like to think that's all it was but - [There's a voice in his head telling him not to be that stupid, especially this week.]

This is probably important to remember for later.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

... Yeah. Hopefully it's nothing.

[said adrien twelve years later because the player forgot to press post]

[todorable]

Maybe...somebody just tried to make some fancy dinner, en flambé.

[immediately after saying this he wishes he hadn't brought it up to himself.
Also, hello, mun finally wanders back

Juuust in case, he peeks in the oven]