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_

Comments

[missmaladroite]

...Alright. If you say so, monsieur.

[she'll follow him out, sending a few worried glances over her shoulder. But, well, as bad as she feels, she's got bigger fish to fry]

[Also--]

Oh... I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Marinette.

[seeherheart]

[ Raleigh will go back and pick it all up in a minute. He just doesn't want her to freak out anymore. ]

Raleigh. [ he offers her a small smile ] What were you doing in there, anyway?

[missmaladroite]

[Raleigh, too good to this spaz]

It's nice to meet you, Monsieur Raleigh.

I, um.. was looking for something. And then, well, one thing led to another and...

[Everything broke]

[seeherheart]

Just Raleigh is fine.

[ he sort of... glances back into the medbay ]

And then there was stuff everywhere?

[missmaladroite]

Er, yes, something like that!

[And she sighs, head drooping]

[There's no point in playing dumb here, it's obvious Tornado Marinette hit the room]

I'm sorry, mon-- Raleigh, I've... always been a bit of a disaster, physically... I'm very clumsy.

[seeherheart]

Nobody's perfect.

[ he chuckles a little ] It's fine, really. You don't have to apologize to me.

[missmaladroite]

[Adrien is!!!!]

I'm so far from it, though, eheheh... [She's trying to joke, here, it's not working out too well]

I.. I can help clean it up, you don't have to do it all yourself.

[seeherheart]

[ Raleigh's met Adrien and he might argue that point... ]

Sure, eventually. It's not going anywhere, so don't worry about it.