WEEK 7 - Investigation

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (7)

friday (?) survivors Friday comes, and with it, another alarm. At 7:00 AM, an upbeat, glitzy song plays, the beat thumping loud enough to feel it course through your veins like a bad high. It gets louder and louder, and you feel like your datapad's speakers might explode, but once it ends, there's complete silence. taken list profiles setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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[thanatosincarnate]

{ Let's pretend Arumat said her body looked like it was moved across the floor instead (??) because misunderstanding -- either way it was moved in some way given it fell out of sight. Or something. It still doesn't change the question of what was going on with the shift in placement...

Murder shenanigans are so Difficult. }

Hmph, things to ponder before and during the trial.

{ He'll then nod at both Luke and Adelina's suggestions, going to make his move to exit. }

We've done a good enough job -- and no there's nothing else I wish to look over.

[chiseler]

[There's a crooked, thoughtful smile then as he glances back at the kitchen before looking back at Adelina. Something's not right with this scenario (as usual) but now it's become a more dangerous game of "is it one of us or an alien."]

Think we've got it covered...though you might wanna check out the rest of your embroidery supplies just in case. [He turns as well, gesturing for Adelina to follow so they can enter the main hall. Clearly it's time for him to print more dildos to block up the vents.]

[bloodbiter]

Ah, you're correct, it would be a good idea to look. I suppose I should start keeping them in my room from now on.

[following luke again! off on another adventure, or something]