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

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[wow! marinette sure knows a lot about akumatized victims! adrien had no idea she was this observant!! he's never seen her around them that much while they were attacking, and when he has, he's made sure to get her to safety, so that sure is impressive! that she noticed all of that!! it must be from alya running the ladyblog. yes. it must be.]

[anyway wow yeah chat noir is definitely not here...nope... not here at all...]

You're right. It makes sense. I guess I was kind of hoping this was an illusion. It'd be easier than trying to get back home from space!

[ha ha! what a funny joke!!! not.]

[missmaladroite]

[Yeah!! That must be it!!! Chat Noir and Ladybug definitely have to be back home in Paris, they couldn't be here]

[And Marinette just knows from the Ladyblog!!]

[She laughs awkwardly at his terrible joke... because it's Marinette. And it's awkward, believe you me]

Eheheh... well, maybe we're not in space. It could just be a trick to make us think we are - like a prank, or an experiment.

[let's not think too hard about the implications]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[that's a pretty horrible scenario you got there Marinette. wow. awful. Adrien tilts his head as he brings his hand to his chin, tapping his lip in thought.]

Do you think so? It all looks pretty real to me, but... It's not like we can check without risking someone getting hurt.

[people die in the vacuum of space, marinette]

[missmaladroite]

[listen.... just because she's a magical girl protagonist doesn't mean she's all sunshine and roses all the time]

Oh... You think so? Have you been to space before?

[WHAT A STUPID QUESTION obviously he hasn't]

[unless.... wait, his family is that rich.... ????]

Eheh..... Well, if it's a trick, I'm sure we'll find out sooner or later!

[monsieurchatastrophe]

["have you been to space before" marinette please he's not even allowed to go to the park without a bodyguard... He just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

No, I don't think space trips would've fit in my schedule. This is both our first time.

[in space, obviously!!!]

[@adrien phrasing]

[missmaladroite]

[Don't judge her okay you know she can't logic in Adrien's presence]

Eheh.... I guess it is our first time....

[At least her mind isn't jumping into gutter, it's more like ~~romantic space kidnapping with Adrien~~]

If it wasn't so beautiful how we ended up here it'd be creepy--- ah, I mean, how creepy it is we ended up here!

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[. . .]

What?

[Is she saying it's beautiful and creepy or. What? he's just going to... hazard a guess... that she's freaked out? She must be really scared. Yes.]

Um, yeah. It is definitely creepy. But don't worry. I'll make sure nothing happens to you.

[~BISHONEN SPARKLES~]

1/2

[missmaladroite]

[ADRIEN CAN YOU PLEASE STOP]

[cAN YOU PLEASE STOP]

[SHE IS GOING TO LITERALLY DIE]

[YOU ARE GOING TO KILL HER]

i lied 2/3

[missmaladroite]

A-Adrien.....


[QUICK, YOU DUMBASS, confess to him!!! CONFESS!! This is the perfect time to share these feelings!!]

[missmaladroite]

-And, I, I, um, I--

I... I'll make sure something happens to -- I mean, I'll protect you from nothing-- I mean--- I--

[WHY CAN'T SHE TALK]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[wow she is even more nervous than Adrien thought. she must be really scared!!! poor marinette :( time to keep!! trying!! to reassure her!!!!]

Thanks, Marinette. I'm sure we can both look out for each other.