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cradleproject2016-06-03 02:38 pm
al2955) wrote in cradleproject2016-06-03 02:38 pm
WEEK 0 - Awakening
| 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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[But much calmer, it seems. She is just looking around with mild interest]
Whoever did it has a lot of money and technology. That narrows the list down to a couple million people on Earth, I suppose.
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Do you really think someone kidnapped us to trap us here...?
[This really isn't Papillon's style. Besides, if it was him... then he'd have her miraculous already. She wouldn't need to still be here.]
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[I don't think you'd be comforted if Shelley told you she suspects everyone here will have to donate something like blood or DNA or something, for the malefactors to create an abomination to destroy Earth with]
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[Do you believe her, Shelley?]
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I think every single person here will have to forcibly donate something for the creation of an abominable lifeform that will later bring chaos and destruction to the unsuspecting population of Earth!
[She said it all very dramatically and without breathing!]
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[immediately breaks her promise]
No way, no way! I'm not giving up my body parts! They're mine!
[That was loud, Marinette]
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[Siiiiiiiigh. Excuse her while she tries to grab your shoulders]
Calm down! We won't let it happen, right? No mad scientist is going to take anything from anyone here if we can stop it!
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[Nailed it. but horror turns a little more into righteous anger, luckily, and she huffs]
That's right! No one is taking body parts from me without a fight! And that goes for your body, too!
[....Marinette, please.]
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[Christ, Shelley, you could have worded it much better than that!]
I have your back, you know! We're in the same situation, it only makes sense to care for each other's wellbeing. You can count on Shelley!
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[But she has no real objection to the rest of it. In fact, she's even perking up a little]
Right! And you can count on Marinette! No creepy kidnappers are going to take our bodies!
[please think about you come across, Marinette..]