WEEK THREE - Investigation

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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]

[ 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.]