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

[thanatosincarnate]

[ Hoo boy, dealing with kids is never easy... }

Hmph. Keep it to a minimum and that should make it easier for you to face whatever will come to pass while we're here.

[missmaladroite]

R... Right...

[Now she's seems to have moved on to plain awkward. It's... an improvement? Maybe] I'll do my best!

I'm Marinette, by the way. [Now she remembers to introduce herself]

[thanatosincarnate]

Good.

{ 'Doing' was better than 'trying'. }

Arumat.

{ ... }

Are you familiar with the area we're within?

[missmaladroite]

[She's going to try very hard]

It's nice to meet you, Monsieur Armut.

[Aside from Adrien's door, which she has made herself very familiar with, no. She shakes her head slowly]

No... not really. I started to look around, but... eheh, I got a little distracted.

[let's never speak of it again]

[thanatosincarnate]

Arumat. I'd be dead before allowing myself to go around with my name sounding like that.

{ He huffs. This was actually one of the few times his name was said wrong and this was likely the closest he'd ever be to feasibly pouting.

Either way, he tries to move on. }

We're on a space-ship. It'd do well to keep that in mind and not to get "distracted" again.

[missmaladroite]

[Oops. Her face blanches when she realizes her mistake, even if it is pretty odd to see a grown man huffing like that] Monsieur Arumat! I'm sorry.

[Internally wincing. Why can't she get anything right?]

Right, right, um.. Adrien is a boy from my class! So he's here too.

[and she's definitely going to keep getting "distracted".]