WEEK 0 - Awakening

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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_

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medical bay

[muties]

[ what the hell is going on over here, holy cow. how did. wh. child, how.

roxy stares for a moment with both eyebrows raised, because wow girl. wow. ]

... I'd start by chillin' the fuck out?

[ then at least you won't knock more stuff over?? ]

[missmaladroite]

[It's truly miraculous how one girl can be this clumsy]

Right, of course, you're right. I'm calm, I'm calm--

[Deep breaths, Marinette, deep breaths.]

[Except that in the process of taking deep breaths, the robot slips from her hands and crashes back to the ground, loudly.]

--I'm not calm!

[good luck, Roxy]

[muties]

Ohhh my god.

[ just. grabs miss clumsy by the arm and pulls her away from the mess. ]

Ok, just breathe and calm down. You can't do jack shit until you calm down enough to stop, like, knocking things over. Just put some air in your lungs for a minute. Picture some waves on a sandy shore, or the rolling hills of grass in some miscellaneous European country.

[missmaladroite]

[She is easy enough to pull away from the mess, but she's still breathing kind of heavily. Seriously, this is terrible.... Roxy, you are a saint.]

[She stares worriedly at that poor abused robot as she's pulled away, but it doesn't seem to be broken]

Ah, you're right, I just need to calm down and think of something soothing!

[.....which means, of course, that her mind is wandering to Adrien. And she starts to get a far off look in her eyes as she's obviously fantasizing, which is better?]

Ohhh, Adrien is here too....

[They're together!! In this weird kidnapping! Maybe it's like sci-fi movie? They'll share a kiss at the end? She brings her free hand up to her face]

[muties]

[ pats marinette on the shoulder while moving to pick up the horribly abused robot, but pauses and grins back at queen clumsy when she mentions "adrien", whoever the f that is. ]

Adrien, huh? Your boyfriend?

[ girltalk to her, mari, she is here for that kind of nonsense. ]

[missmaladroite]

[Well, she is desperately in need of a wingwoman, considering what a disaster she is. Marinette would help, but 1) she's afraid of making things worse, 2) the subject is on Adrien, so she's gone... goodbye world, she's living in fantasy now]

Oh, no no! No! Well... maybe.... [Waves her hand, going red, because he absolutely is not. Due to the fact that she can't say two words to him]

No! Not yet... He's just a friend.

[muties]

[ roxy could easily believe marinette is a disaster, looking at this... disaster. ]

So he's your crush? Does he know you like him?

[ "just a friend" ok but now roxy ships mari/adrien and hasn't even met the latter but this is her new otp it takes that little. ]