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cradleproject2016-06-03 02:38 pm
al2955) wrote in cradleproject2016-06-03 02:38 pm
WEEK 0 - Awakening
| 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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[But she snaps out of her Adrien reverie entirely when he calls her out, shrieking and jumping about a foot into the air]
No, I-- I wasn't doing anything!
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[Oh man, he really hopes this girl is as similar to Kougyoku as she seems to be so far, he's missed his favorite bullying target so much.]
So who's this Adrien, huh? I feel sorry for the poor guy. Maybe I should go warn him he has a creepy stalker on board.
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Don't tell him anything!!
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You were definitely perving on his door! Stalking's a crime, you know. I'd be doing him a favor if I told him, I bet he'd be super grateful.
[His face lights up in an evil grin.]
So what are you gonna give me if I don't...?
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[Is he blackmailing her?!]
I don't even have anything!
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[Yeah, he just wanted to be a bully, he didn't really think this through. Normally, his go-to blackmail demands are either 'conquer the world with me' or 'peaches', but neither of those seem like they'd be relevant here.]
The only thing I'm interested in are strong people and not being bored. If you're entertaining enough, maybe I won't tell him after all!
[In other words, he's blackmailing her into being his friend...wow. Sad.]
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What--? I'm not here for your entertainment! If you're bored, then go somewhere else and play with the tablets! I'm not a game!
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No way, the tablets are suuuuper boring. [because he can't figure out how to make them work] You're way more interesting! Take it as a compliment!