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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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.]

???

[tevinteriscoming]

[Well, there's nothing in here, but the unsettling feeling doesn't go away. The other place where the gore earlier in the week had been was the pod room.

He'll just go down the hall and take a look in the pod room to try and see if anything is amiss in there.]

[al2955]

[Nope, nothing amiss. It even looks like the robots have cleaned everything up and fixed the pods.]