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]

[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.]