WEEK 1 - Online

[al2955]

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

[unasking]

Are you telling me that you're not stunned by this information? Or are you holding what cards you have left close to the chest?

[thanatosincarnate]

Not everyone when "surprised" or "stunned" react the same. Some prefer not to waste oxygen reacting to it all the time.

{ His expression sours -- he's been doing well not exploding like he did much earlier but. He's almost always in a bad mood -- and being on this ship has worsened it. }

I don't have anything left to hold close and I wouldn't bother. It's clear they know about everyone's lives well enough.

[unasking]

Not bothering to express yourself? Is it to maintain an air of mystery or are you just so averse to others approaching you?

[Which also like.

Clearly didn't work because Frankenstein is right here but now he's just curious - there are so many excitable children on board, but here's Arumat on the other side of the spectrum entirely.]

[thanatosincarnate]

Why are you asking me these banal questions?

{ His perpetual scowl remains (unsurprisingly) now that its made its appearance. }

I don't like it when people encroach on my space.

{ Aka, yes. Arumat doesn't like being approached -- or rather, being approached by a lot of people. }

[unasking]

It didn't seem right to have one section of the room in complete silence - it almost seemed lonely.

[ok but is he being for real]

[thanatosincarnate]

...What?

{ Frankenstein, pls. }

You can't be serious.

[unasking]

I can't?

[No, he might be.]

[thanatosincarnate]

No one has said that in my presence and been serious.

{ He's moving towards being unsure Frankenstein was joking, albeit slightly. }

Why would that change now?

[unasking]

They do say that it takes all types. Life is easier once you realize you can always be surprised.

[are you okay, arumat

is frankenstein's joking but not joking throwing you off]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ He is being thrown off. Whether it was joking or for real though, his response would be the same. }

You're wasting your time, old man. Bothering me with this nonsense.

[unasking]

Ah, an elderly jab. I can feel my heart being bruised - or is that merely my age catching up to me?

[thanatosincarnate]

Hmph.

You can deal with it. I sense you're enacting theatrics.