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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[parodeity]

[ ...holy shit this girl is a train wreck. ]

Okay, so...I'm gonna help you clean this up, but you're not touching anything until you like, can breathe. It's chill, no one's gonna shout at you. Well, maybe someone will, but I won't, so we can just like take our time up in here gettin' shit spic and span. No need to rush it.

[missmaladroite]

[That's putting it lightly. Marinette winces at the sound it makes while crashing, and then raises her hands with a sheepish smile as if to say she's unarmed]

I'm sorry, I'm always so clumsy...! I was just looking for something, and then....!

[how does looking end up with everything wrecked and knocked over]

[parodeity]

It's nbd, like I said. I'm Dave, by the way?

[ he's just gonna. carefully get the robot back up? if he moves slow and steady maybe she will like, copy him and not be a spaz, okay. ]

[missmaladroite]

[She's not sure what nbd means, but she's starting to calm down.. maybe...]

Oh, I'm Marinette! It's nice to meet you.

[she hesitates, but very tentatively takes hold of the robot again to help him. Hopefully nothing will break]

Do you... know what's going on?

[parodeity]

Like, do I know how you got all this like this? Not really, but again, super impressed by the level of disaster you got goin' on up in here. It's like art.

[ since dave isn't letting go it should be fine! until they set it back down properly, anyway, and even then he's fast enough to correct any mistakes she makes. ]

If you mean what's going on with us bein' here, I have bad news, Mari: I haven't the slightest fucking clue. But at least the company ain't half bad so far?

[missmaladroite]

That's me! Not only am I a disaster, but I've got it down to an art. Ha, ha! [She's trying to joke but it comes out as kind of.... awkwardly pathetic]

[In any case, she's less clumsy when she's not panicking constantly, thankfully, so with Dave's expertise maybe everything won't explode]

I was hoping you'd have a clue, but I don't think anyone does.... But you're right about the company. Some of them, anyway. [♥ Adrien ♥ -- well, Dave's nice too]

[parodeity]

[ oh no...marinette. ] I was just teasin' you, it's really no big deal. Everyone's a bit on edge, you know? No one can blame you for fuckin' something up in these circumstances. Probably. I mean, they could, but they would be assholes for doing so, and if that's the case you can just, like, kick 'em in the shins.

[ or whatever you would like to do to assholes, dave guesses!!! ]

Who's the "some of them"?

[missmaladroite]

No, no, it's alright. I've always been really clumsy.

[Kicking them in the shins sounds legit, or punching!! Marinette could go either way. Bu she appreciates Dave being nice about it]

Well, you're nice! And I met a few others, and then there's my friend Adrien.... [her eyes get that dreamy far off look that define 'teenage crush'. Yep.]

[parodeity]

Oh, Adrien - you guys are from the same place?

[ neat. he liked adrien. ...clearly not as much as marinette likes adrien, but hey. ]

We hung out a bit earlier.

[missmaladroite]

[good, don't steal her man!!!]

Yes!

[that was extremely loud, Marinette] I mean, yes! He's in my class? Isn't he great? He's a model!

[if this goes on she's going to embarrass herself even more]

[parodeity]

[ he won't!!! ]

Wait, really? Did not know that re: the model thing? Just kinda reminded me a little of my best bro and also was funny as hell.