WEEK FIVE - Investigation

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (5)

friday (?) survivors Friday comes, and with it, the return of alarms for all the late-risers out there; those up before 9:00 AM will have an alarm-free morning. This one thankfully is a pretty gentle duet, the soft keys jangling you awake. It's not as invasive as some of the previous alarms, as once it ends, it just ends. It doesn't keep playing until you leave your room. If you check your datapad again, however, it will play the song again. It seems it's beckoning you somewhere, somehow, and you feel drawn to explore the ship, however anxious you may be. Tentatively, you leave your safe haven. taken list profiles setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

Comments

[socloverit]

[Grell is just a more put-together person than Clover in general, this shouldn't be too surprising. On the bright side, these pajamas are probably the most clothes Clover's worn since she got here?? This situation is a win, really.]

Oh, good. [This means there's nothing in need of her immediate attention! And also we've all received enough garden-related trauma, that, too. She slurps idly at her coffee.] I'm just impressed we made it this long. [talk to her when you can't go a full three hours without someone new turning up exploded tbh]

[erythristic]

[that's disgusting and not at all a beautiful murder.]

I was half expecting someone to end up slaying someone they were handcuffed to out of stress and irritation. But I shan't say more, lest I give our lady overseer any ideas on how to play with us next.

[love you, Alice, but also you listen for ideas.]

This is simply one of the few places on the ship where someone can actually find beauty.