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

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[adrien cant fucking cook who let him in here?? this is how they all die

he does notice the empty cooking oil bottle, because those are easily noticeable]

I'm not sure. Do the robots usually leave the empty bottles out?

[don't people... come get them... Oh Boy]

[mnasthai]

[ RIP Brunch Group.]

I think they do. [ For a second he frowns-- he's found enough dead bodies for this week k thx.]

Ah, there's a match missing too?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[it's paranoia week so adrien's first thought is "oh my god did someone cook a person" ... no j/k who would think of that first. but he is worried about a dead body more than his Usual Optimism would let him be, so he's going to look around the kitchen more!!! scrutinize that kitchen and find nothing!!!]

Is there anything else missing? Can you see? Maybe someone just... cooked something.

[TO KILL SOMEONE WITH, adrien doesn't add but thinks because fuck his life]

[mnasthai]

[Kazuma also finds nothing, though he does try to search as thoroughly as possible.]

I don't see anything else. I'd like to think that's all it was but - [There's a voice in his head telling him not to be that stupid, especially this week.]

This is probably important to remember for later.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

... Yeah. Hopefully it's nothing.

[said adrien twelve years later because the player forgot to press post]

[todorable]

Maybe...somebody just tried to make some fancy dinner, en flambé.

[immediately after saying this he wishes he hadn't brought it up to himself.
Also, hello, mun finally wanders back

Juuust in case, he peeks in the oven]