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_

Comments

[parodeity]

Hey, look on the bright side, could be worse? I mean, I'm pretty sure we all thought you were like, dead.

[ CONGRATS ON BEATING THE HYPE (????) (????????????????????????) ]

Which would suck, because I think you're actually ok.

[breakshot]

As you can clearly see, I'm still in one piece. [ Still keeping his eyes shut, drinking this slowly. ] Splitting headache aside.

[ He's getting back to his routine deadpan remarks, this is good. Still, his eyes are shut and he's trying to think and piece it all together in spite of the overwhelming nausea. Machias glances over himself, noting the IV running through him. He almost reached for it, but with cold liquid still running through him that probably wasn't the best idea.

There's a very questioning glance at Dave, eyes opening. ]

I still don't understand, though. You're saying I just 'passed out'?

[ THIS DOESN'T FEEL LIKE PASSED OUT? ]

[parodeity]

Dude, no. No one knows? We think you were drugged, I guess. I take it you don't, like, remember anything useful here.

[ or maybe he does, who knows? ]