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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[hatslinger]

No. It isn't. [ she sends a yardlong look towards rhys, a mix of exasperated and genuine worry. ] Just thought Rhys should get some fresh air. Not that any air's really fresh here, but I figured it was as good a place as any. That, and I knew the alarm wouldn't let us lounge around all day.

[ she watches as elizabeth seems to be quietly following something, though, and follows suit without really thinking much about it. she nods to rhys, as if telling him to follow along. ]

You see something? Nothing in here really sticks out to me. None of these plants are on Pandora. They're much less.. murderous.

[jackhole]

[ just a baffled look here at liz and hissed to fiona: ]

Is she... insulting me? The manners thing, did I insult her? I can't remember.

[ he sure did forget if liz was on his shit list or not. but at least fiona is here to help! he sighs heavily and rubs a hand over the back of his neck, frowning at the ground as he follows after fiona and liz.

also to note because i totally forgot to mention but his hair is a bit askew and he's in his pajamas instead of his usual prim and proper suit. ]

There's probably some murder in them, Fiona. Don't talk down to the flowers.

[al2955]

[ The trail eventually tapers off, and it becomes difficult tell where it heads. Either way, there's some broken twigs here and there, hinting that someone trounced through the garden. Maybe they went for a happy little frolic? ]

[brooches]

[ SHES NOT MAD... But she's so on guard with this weeks motive and inevitable killing. It's like clockwork. The least she can do is offer her assistance... So for now, yes she will begin to follow the trail and finally motion for Fiona to follow with a nod. ]

You'll have to forgive me - I'm a bit on edge. With rightful reason.

[ By now, she just gives an apologetic glance to Fiona and Rhys.

Back to the trail - there is something different about this - it's looking off trail so she finally does bring up be topic. ]

Guys - I think someone was in the garden. Or at least, went through the garden...

[hatslinger]

I don't think she's insulting you, Rhys. If she is you probably deserved it— Huh?

[ elizabeth's comment makes fiona look down at her feet, noticing the disheveled state of the soil below. suddenly she feels nervous. ]

Hopefully it wasn't.. the flowers..

[ just how murderous are they? she didn't mean to insult you, flowers. she's not a weed, she promises. her steps grow more tentative now, as if she's scared she'll step on the wrong thing. ]

That's normal, though, right? People take walks in here all the time.

[jackhole]

[ hands on his hips here, he just stares flatly at liz. ]

I've seen more corpses.

[ rhys, come on. but fiona has a point and he just sort of drops his hands and wrings them in his t-shirt, glancing around. ]

Oh, is this one of those clues? Are we finding tracks? Haha, Jack's going to be so--

[ he looked happy for a moment! and then he just looks terrified again and his face goes blank. his eye lights up and he just gets to quietly scanning over the environment. what can he see in the tracks, oh murdership? ]

[brooches]

The flowers? [ Sorry, Liz doesn't know much about the area. She shockingly doesn't find herself here - mainly because of the murder that occurred. Every time a body appears, she tries to avoid the area... it's inevitable that she will fill it with bad memories. ]

I hope it's not a clue. Fiona is right - they're... it's possible that it may just be someone from earlier. But..

[ She's not going to really fight the possibility tat something is there. She waits, hopefully finding where the dirt meets the side of the pavement. Elizabeth stops for a second, crotching down and looking into the line of shrubbery and flowers. ]