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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[muties]

[ where did all the friendliness go, neither of her children inherited it?? why do they take after dirk in the affection department wow. ]

Things could be worse? Could be on the set of a shitty anime. Fair 'nuff. If one bursts thru yours, I promise to beat the shit out of it in a motherly fashion.

[parodeity]

[ dave probably got the dregs of it but as to the rest... ]

Which is to say a badass fashion? I'm p sure moms are supposed to go apeshit on anything that threatens their babies in nature. Like, just generally speakin'.

[muties]

[ dregs are better than none ]

Damn straight. Like, bears always fuck up anything that messes with their cubs. And I'll do my best to be your bear, Dave.

[ decides that right now. she's gonna mom the shit out of u, child.

pauses. ] Actually, wait, I'm p sure a bear means something totes different? [ from her research of the yaois ] What about cougars-- nope, that's. Worse. [ god why are animals all sexual things now ]

Haha, anyway, you should tell me more about yourself, cub. All I know is about Dirk's Bro, and that's just legendary bs about beatin' up clowns and cool jpegy movies.

[parodeity]

[ does he get the ramble thing from roxy holy shit it has a source ]

Whoa wait, hold up. I need to hear more about these cool jpegy movies, and also potentially the clown beating up thing, what the fuck was I doin' post-scratch? Then we can totally get down to a machine gun question round or somethin', and I'll even let you go first with the askin'. I'm kinda bad at like, summarizing and also staying on topic so if you just ask whatever you wanna know that'd probs work out better.

[muties]

[ to be fair all the strilondes ramble, but dave definitely gets the habit of sounding ridic and derailing their own thoughts from roxy. congrats kid. ]

Haha. Di Stri is the expert on all things you so he'd be a better person to ask, but I guess since he ain't reared his pointy shades yet-- you made this movie series called Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff, and had a huge media empire like a boss. The movies I think are just hilar, but Dirk could write you an essay on all the apparent political subliminal yada in them? Basically you and my m-- Rose, you and Rose, just really liked sassin' the Batterwitch. You guys were super hella cool.

[ until the batterwitch killed them both uh ]

A machine gun question round probs ain't a bad idea. I'd say I'm fan-fuckin-tastic at staying on topic and summarizing but I'm p sure that'd be a huge lie.

[parodeity]

Dirk. [ rIGHT, bro. dave is not sure he wanted to know dirk's name. he never really knew bro's name??? okay look maybe he should just like.

move the fuck on. ]

Ok, let's get this shit on the road. You ask whatever, I answer, no holds barred. Let's get DOWN in this knowin' one another shit. We're gonna family this bitch up.