WEEK 6 - Investigation

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (6)

friday (?) survivors Friday comes, and with it, another alarm. At 10:00 AM, a chaotic, dark song plays, more explicitly sinister in tone than previous alarms. As usual, it refuses to stop until you exit your room. The atmosphere seems to change as soon as you open your door, as if you have been left out of something cataclysmic; you feel compelled to explore. Tentatively, you leave your safe haven. taken list profiles setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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chapel; 9:55AM

[breakshot]

[ With Friday here at last, Machias is going to duck into the chapel real quick before leaving and exploring elsewhere. Please don't let there be a weird murder in here, it doesn't deserve this. ]

[antagonize]

[IT'S MURDER DAY so he might... as well check out some of the rooms he doesn't frequent as much. Which mean he's stepping into the chapel about five minutes or so after Machias, and then offering him a jaunty wave once he spots him.]

S'up. Seen any corpses around here?

[Joking!! Please keep the corpses away.]

[al2955]

[ Looks like the chapel's clean. Everything's clear. The corpses have been successfully kept away! ]

[breakshot]

[ Thank the goddess. Don't murder in church, people. That's seven different leagues of messed up. ]

[breakshot]

Morning, Jason. [ He waves back, albeit more gently. ] And as we can clearly see, thankfully no. It's as clean as always, unless someone's pulling a fast one on us again.

[ Thursdays are his #praywedon'tfuckup days, so Machias doesn't plan on lingering around here too long. ]

[antagonize]

Someone's always pulling a fast one on us. It's tradition.

[But it seems like this place is clean, so thank goodness for that.]

But I guess even here, no one's fucked up enough to murder in a church. Thank heaven for small miracles, huh?

[breakshot]

... I see what you did there.

[ jason... someone might have died. maybe. ... ah, to hell with it it. ]

Well, let's pray it stays that way. I don't even want to imagine who would be messed up enough to try that.