WEEK 1 - Online

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (1)

monday (41) survivors It had been three days since you had awoken. The ship was still quiet, except for the low hums of enigmatic machines with no apparent purpose. You awake, like usual, to dim lighting and poor rations. Perhaps being on the ship had grown monotonous — it was, perhaps, amazing how little anything seemed to happen in space, a final frontier of malaise. That monotony is crushed by a voice echoing through the narrow hallways. Reformatting . . . Reformatting . . . Reformatting complete. The Pygmalion is online. Welcome, travelers. Please assemble in the meeting room. Your presence is mandatory. Silence falls once again. A minute or so passes, and the lights around the ship finally brighten, the walls looking more alive and more unfamiliar — as if you must relearn the ship's interior once again. The robots on deck begin to make rounds, nudging and pushing at the ship's passengers to make their way to the meeting room. You hear the doors behind you lock. It seems there is only one path to take. ENTER COMMAND_

Comments

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[smiles at her from wherever he's sitting. HOW NICE IS IT FOR HER TO ASK]

[WITH NO ULTERIOR MOTIVE]

1/2

[toprotecttheworld]

[The inner Jessie is in despair.]

[toprotecttheworld]

[But the inner Jessie also has a new reason to be Adrien's friend, and that's to annoy Mari-all-wet.]

That's good news for you, isn't it Adrien?

[It should be waiting for him in his room!]

I only wish I could have done more to help.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

You've already helped plenty, Jessie! Thank you.

[somewhere marinette is seething]

in this icon: jessie and adrien

[toprotecttheworld]

Just call on me if you ever need anything else, alright?

[And she's going to take a seat right next to him now!]

What do you make of all this, anyways? I'm starting to get more worried.

[She isn't. But Adrien is welcome to think she feels vulnerable.]

meowth that's right

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I don't think it's anything good, since they won't tell us directly. I don't like all this secrecy... or the pandering to distract us.

[he says. eating pizza.]

[toprotecttheworld]

[She's also eating because she's poor and, hey, free food.]

We can't afford to lose our focus for a second! [It's delicious.] There's some larger game being played, I'm sure of it.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Yeah. Whatever real reason they brought us here...

[it's gotta be bad!

later: murder is revealed]