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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[breakshot]

[ It might take Arumat a few moments of pressing down before he finds the right spot; Machias is completely still and unresponsive. His frames are missing too. If he and Jessie are observant, they may catch something out of place the front jacket pockets of his normally very neat and properly worn uniform.

Before long, he'll start to stir. Actually, he might stir a bit suddenly, choking and hacking until--

Well. Until the vomit arrives. Have fun with that, Arumat, Jessie. It looks like he's finally starting to breathe a little, although it's still shallow. Faint, even. ]

[toprotecttheworld]

Just because I'm moving doesn't mean I take orders from you. I was going to do it anyways.

[And it makes sense. She's never learned how to make Pokémon vomit, it's all about setting bandages and applying medicine, really basic things more akin to what a mother might know just from experience.

She's not going to do anything until he's done vomiting on himself, but she'll peel his jacket out of the way so at least it remains undisturbed.]

He's breathing. Thank goodness. We still need to have him see a doctor.

[But since Arumat is right there, maybe he should check the jacket? Jessie takes out her datapad and tries to turn on a flashlight mode. If there isn't one, she'll just use the start screen. Is there anything out of place around the bed?]

[brooches]

[ Okay, so not that I'm back with a full belly of steak or seasonal supply of Bath & Body Works or anything... but Elizabeth was totally productive. Let's pretend this didn't take four hours for her to do, but she's relieved to hear that vomiting sound, a clear indication that Machias was breathing and alive.

But. Shelley. Elizabeth can't deal with you right now. ]

I think it's best we get everyone out of here. Now. The last thing we need is to overlook something in our franticness. I'll get Miss Shelley -

[ And around the sentry station she goes, slamming her palm down onto the button to release all of the cells without effort. The resounding click, click, click as the doors open/unlock. Even if they're all being driven batshit, Shelley has to see how comforting Elizabeth's look is among "freeing her".

And while she's here, she'll just go ahead and see if there's anything concerning. ]

[thanatosincarnate]

Hmph.

{ Either way, Arumat is there so he will be looking into those pockets very much to see what even the hell was going on with them. What are you hiding in your small confines, pockets? }

We do. Having a doctor look over him will help. It shouldn't be too hard to find someone soon.

[al2955]

[ Sadly there's no flashlight move and Jessie doesn't currently know the move Flash, but the start screen lights things up enough. Where Machias was laying is one tablet. It appears to be some sort of medicine. On Machias's jacket is a pouch wrapped around his shoulder. There are shotgun shells in the pouch: twenty-three to be exact.

Arumat will find Machias's glasses in his front jacket pocket. They're intact.

Behind the sentry station, Elizabeth will find a shotgun propped up against the wall. ]

[brooches]

I found something!

[ Elizabeth's gasp is loud - audibly among the group. This... was horrible. She'll cautiously pick the shotgun up with her hands, obviously the weight of it foreign. With a glance over it, is there anything noticeable? Smell of gunfire, safety off, etc etc? She looks around and the object looks so... strange in the hands of someone like Elizabeth. ]

[al2955]

[ The safety is turned off on the gun. There's no noticeable smell from the gun, but she'll notice that it looks pretty odd. The gun also is not loaded. ]

[unasking]

[Well Shelley went to get a doctor and one has arrived, probably rather suddenly as he rushed to get there.

When Frankenstein arrives in full lab coat and gloves, there is a fallen neurotic megaphone of a teenager, vomit everywhere probably courtesy of Scarface the Second Coming, and his favorite former science experiment is absolutely holding a shotgun and it takes every fibre of his being to not curse because what the shit.

Instead he gives out a harsh and immediate:]

Move.

[He'll be walking forward with purpose to retrieve Machias then, picking him up into his arms and then probably leaving as soon as possible to get this child to the medical bay. As far as he's concerned, they don't have the tools to care for Machias here.]

[breakshot]

[ Welp, now his blazer's got vomit all over it. That, as well as the bed and Arumat probably. While this commotion is happening, Machias stirs a little more. His eyes are half open, pupils still constricted and his expression clearly disoriented as his head starts to move. If one's listening closely, they might hear murmurs although indistinct ones. Is he trying to say something?

It looks like he's trying to move his limbs, although the most he can manage is a twitch of his fingers. ]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ His eyes fall upon that weapon -- the gun she's holding. And. Well. }

You did. Looks like we'll be dealing with another foolish mess soon.

{ Some of Machias' vomit did get on his jacket, so he'll be probably taking that off, seeing no point in remaining in the area no longer. He'll be rising to his feet completely now (he had to kneel a bit when dealing with Machias) and follow Frankenstein and Machias without a further single word.

The robots can now deal with Machias' jacket, probably. }

[al2955]

[ Before the group leaves, they will notice, right next to the exit, some dust and dirt. Amongst the dust and dirt appears to be some sort of ash. ]

[toprotecttheworld]

That's unusual. What's this?

[Jessie will just shine her tablet over there, then. Who's that evidence?]

[brooches]

[ So, inspecting as much as she can... she does notice the safety being off and the distinct lack of bullets - she isn't going to be fearful of a gun her companion used so casually. Her glance goes to the male companion, giving an unsatisfied expression. Mostly because this keeps happening. ]

Yes... aren't they always? If there's nothing else, I'm going to go find Hancock - maybe he's seen who could have come down here.

[ Elizabeth, on her way out stops among Jessie's exclamation. ]

Shine it up a little - right there! What's -

[thanatosincarnate]

...

{ He's just as unsatisfied as she is -- likely just as disappointed as well. He'll nod at Elizabeth's words, before his attention is brought by the odd sort of dust and Jessie's words. }

Hm?

{ Yeah. What the hell is that? }

[al2955]

[ There's a few things here. They look like scraps of what once was clothing, but they're mostly charred and burnt to dust. What is in tact is black. The rest is just a mess of dirt and scorched fabric. ]

[toprotecttheworld]

It's black fabric of some kind.

[She can barely see it, but she picks it up and holds it closer.]

Did someone burn something in here?

[brooches]

Huh... There's no way...

[ Leaning over near Jessie, the girl is looks between the fabric and down at the dirt. She'll kneel down, running her hands against it.

Is it brown dirt or is it white ash? She lifts it to Arumat as if to confirm. ]

Do you think this...

[ She can't say it, her nose twitching and eyes darty as the mess falls from her fingertips. ]

[unasking]

[The rest of the group can deal with the ash and dust and who knows what else - Frankenstein can't really be detracted from his mission to take Machias away. He'll listen in closer to try to gather what Machias might be saying, but he doesn't slow his pace in his determination to make it to the medical bay. At least his speed is still fairly superhuman.]

Once more, Machias. Louder, if you would.

[He never thought he'd be making that request of Machias.]

[breakshot]

[ Machias stirs a bit, trying to open his eyes. It's a struggle even with the dim lighting it all feels so bright and everything is blurred and indistinct. There's a pregnant silence, Frankenstein's words slipping past him as he tries to string together something with his mouth that resembles a word. A single word. ]

Wh...[ He trails off, struggling to keep his eyes open. ] Where... What--

[ That's two words?! That's all he manages before he falls silent, eyes slumping shut. ]

[unasking]

[That's concerning.

Regardless with that, Frankenstein is now going to bring Machias straight to the medical bay and lay him down on the table, turning on the diagnostic machine immediately before grabbing all the machinery necessary to run an IV drip into his system to replenish his lost nutrients and strength.]

[thanatosincarnate]

They were obviously trying to hide something. A piece of clothing or cloth -- something incriminating.

{ He'll try to get a gander at the dirt Elizabeth had lifted to try to ascertain the color -- it could be important and he has an idea of what she may be thinking of. }

Although, it could be something else entirely. If...

{ What's the verdict? }

[al2955]

[ It's definitely just dirt and ash, don't worry, no charred corpses here. ]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[You're comforting, that's for sure. It takes a moment for Shelley to really trust you enough not to hurt her, but then she stands up and hesitantly steps out.

The sounds aren't...really comforting, but it seems everything is in order in this place. Shelley is startled for a second when Elizabeth takes the shotgun the moderators just said she found behind the sentry station, and approached]

I-I'm going out...I don't think I'm in condition to investigate whatever happened here...

[Because let's face it, she'd be a hidrance, being all jumpy and paranoid]

I'll get a doctor or someone...

[Sorry, Elizabeth, after that Shelley will just...return to her room and take advantage of the twelve hours she can spend there]