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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daycare, 11am

[chiseler]

[You know what a good idea is? Not straying too far from his room. With Backbiter still strapped to his back he's inching his way into the daycare simply to get out of his room but not go too far. And worst case scenario if somebody attacks he can throw the ballpit balls at someone and run. But before he gets too comfortable here he'll have a look around just to be sure.]

[al2955]

[Doesn't look like there's anything in the daycare.]