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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[refactor]

Yeah, well.

[ With nothing obviously out of place, Jack is just going to grab what he needs and turn around towards Fumi. He's ultimately going to take care of this elsewhere, since stitching himself up in front of someone else feels... weird. But he'll at least lift up his shirt to clean up the wound somewhat an roughly bandage it. If Fumi cares enough to look, she'll see that there is indeed a stab wound in his side. ]

Good luck with that one, kiddo. Would offer to help but A, kind of preoccupied, B, gonna guess you know this place better than I do in the first place.

[al2955]

[Doesn't look like the syringe is anywhere in the medbay.]

[laptopper]

[ Okay, syringe stealer. When she finds you, she's going to have Words. If there's nothing else, she'll sigh and stretch a bit. ]

I do. And I also don't have a stab wound from who knows what.

[ She's actually not going to ask. ]

[refactor]

Rhys.

[ Jack clarifies with venom in his voice, but with the wound cleaned up enough for him to head elsewhere, he'll start to leave. ]

Anyways, gonna go take care of this. So, y'know, good luck with the syringe or whatever.

[ Peace. Fumi will be blissfully free of Jack's presence, at least, since he really is going to go take care of this little problem. ]