WEEK 0 - Awakening

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (0)

friday - sunday (41) survivors You awaken with stiff arms and legs — a pervading out-of-body feeling. You may briefly find it difficult to move your limbs, only able to stare lifelessly out of the blue tinted glass in front of your eyes. It's very cold. It's so cold that your heart seems to beat only every so often. Are your eyes even open yet? It would be so easy to slip back into a deep sleep, to let your frigid body rest a while longer. That probably isn't what you want to do, though. You want out of the claustrophobic pod you've found yourself in. If you wiggle your head enough, you can turn to see other pods much like yours — other people, all in identical utilitarian outfits, made complete with an emblem on the sleeve. No matter how much you whoop, or how much they holler, none of you can hear a single thing. Until a song begins to jangle loudly. As it reaches its chorus, the pods unlock, their latches lazily swinging up above you. You can't worm yourself out of the blankets you're wrapped in fast enough. As the song reaches its inevitable end, you're met with a deafening silence and an enveloping darkness — the dim lights above only serve to showcase the room's sleek and chrome walls and floors. If you get tired of the suffocating tension in this room, you may decide to venture outside — there's an entire building waiting to be explored. A building? For some reason that doesn't seem right. There's no exit, only a nonfunctional elevator. Everything is of polished design, yet it does not feel quite right — it's much too dead. Strangely, most rooms seem to contain an identical statue, one of two twins knelt and holding a jar, as if to pour its contents to the floor. It remains one of the few rustic design elements of the area. To make matters more eerie, there are doors — rooms, it seems like — with names on plaques. Your names. Trying to twist the valves open yield nothing, however — they're locked. It's all confusing, strange, nonsensical, and everyone is so loud. Perhaps if everyone would shut up — if only you could shut them up — you could— Silence. ENTER COMMAND_

Comments

waking up

[muties]

[ hey, trying to seem calm is better than a lot of folks here so. roxy's just chill herself. no one seems in danger, aside from the kidnapping, so hey. ]

Technically you just did, but I'll let you have 'nother go.

Re: waking up

[bloodbiter]

Oh... I suppose I had not thought of it in that way.

[a small, polite smile, fading as she begins to speak once more.]

Might you have knowledge of why we have been brought here?

[muties]

[ she was. joking. but gosh what a buttercup. ]

Nope, 'fraid I got fuck all and a side of jack shit as far as that goes. I'm gettin' the feelin' no one knows? Or if they do, they ain't sharing.

[bloodbiter]

[humor is hard.]

How very strange. I do hope that we discover some clue as to why we are here soon, though.

[muties]

[ they will need to teach her. ]

We probs will, sooner or later. I mean I can't imagine us just, casually chillin' in some random af place forever without answers? But since we got no clues right now-- what's your best guess?

[bloodbiter]

I would say this is some strange dream, were it not all so vivid... Besides, I don't think I could imagine something of this nature.

[the design of this place, all the chrome... she has no knowledge of something like this, not enough so that she could dream of it.]

I can't imagine why I would be brought here, though. What are your thoughts?