WEEK 6 - Investigation

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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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[brooches]

[ She feels dizzy, feeling a knot in her stomach. It's the same fear she felt when she saw Booker gunned down but here - Hancock was someone she had grown relatively close with. She can't be that childish to disbelieve him. Not when the seriousness in Dorian's expression is there.

If Fiona wasn't there, Elizabeth may have completely lost it.

It hurts to keep the tears contained, a few trickling and lost between blinks of her eyes. ]

D-Dorian, it's fine. You should tell the others...

[ :( She shifts her gaze to Fiona. ]

Please... I - [ The words choke. ] Say goodbye at the very least...