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

[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]