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]

[ With a hand to help him, sitting up becomes just slightly easier. Hey, all this nausea's over...! ]

Thank you. I think it's starting to-- ugh.

[ No, it's not. There's more. Almost instantly he reaches for his head in a vain attempt to stop the splitting pain and sudden sound of ringing reverberating all over. The other is held rather gingerly over his stomach. Contrary to his usual status as a megaphone with zero volume control, Machias sounds almost unnaturally quieter than normal as he speaks. With this much nausea and overall discomfort everywhere, can you really blame him for not being in top hollering condition? ]

... On second thought, I spoke too soon.

[unasking]

[Nope, he doesn't blame him at all. Though he's also going to be concerned as all get out. One hand remains on Machias's shoulder, the other immediately reaches for a plastic bag in case the other begins to feel sick again.]

It can't be expected for you to recover immediately, but I've refrained from giving you any additional drugs thus far - we can discuss nausea medicine in a bit more time if you're willing.