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

[chiseler]

Considering I don't know what the PPDC is I'd say that's a good guess. I know I shouldn't have easy access records anywhere. Also makes you wonder if they've got a limit on knowledge about us.

[seeherheart]

[ His eyebrows go up. ] You’re the second person I’ve met who doesn’t. It stands for “Pan-Pacific Defense Corps.”

But I dunno. Some of these details seem kinda… intimate.

[chiseler]

[He shrugs in response.] Still doesn't ring any bells. Could just be because I'm not from the Pacific side of things. [And just for that he's even going to flip through until he finds Raleigh's profile, glancing it over briefly.] If you mean intimate details like your supposed electric scars? Just means they probably examined us. [Which is also creepy but that's fine. It's the same way somebody knows about the wound to his Achille's heel which is something else. Only three other people should know about that.]

[seeherheart]

Pretty sure you’d have to be living under a rock not to know what the PPDC is. [ Even if one didn’t buy into the whole “Jaeger pilots are rock stars” mentality, it’s awfully hard to miss the giant creatures coming out of the ocean and the entity that fights them.

As for that last part, he shrugs. ] More than the physical. A physical exam’s not gonna tell me that someone’s good at chess or… “bitching”.

[chiseler]

[Thanks Raleigh. He makes a face in response because that still doesn't make sense.] You think everybody else on this ship knows what that is? [It's a rhetorical question.] I was a little busy back where I'm from.

But good point. Isn't that all subjective stuff anyway? They sound more like opinions than real abilities. [He's trained or was born with his. Can someone be born being naturally good at bitching?]

[seeherheart]

[ Rhetorical or not, he’ll answer it anyway: ] I did, until about a minute ago.

[ Let’s just add more mysteries to the pile, apparently. ]

Maybe they’ve been watching some of us long enough to form an opinion.

[chiseler]

Maybe. [He's back to flipping through profiles.] Take a good look at these. Anything you see that all 41 people have in common? [Other than a good chunk of them have some form of fighting experience...and isn't that interesting.] Almost everybody's got some kind of combat skill or magic. They're definitely looking for something specific.

What's it take to be a part of the PPDC?

[seeherheart]

[ He shrugs ] Combat skills. Strength, endurance, mental fortitude.

Do you seriously not know about the kaiju?

[chiseler]

[The blankest look possible, even if he's trying to think of what a kaiju could even be comparable to.]

Not a clue. But if I had to guess? Some type of monster.

[seeherheart]

The big kind. Upwards of three hundred feet tall. So, kinda hard to miss.

[chiseler]

Not any kind of monster I've ever seen. I'll take your word for it. They go after just about anybody?

[seeherheart]

Anybody they can reach. They come out of the Pacific, so anybody on those coastlines is fair game.

[chiseler]

[...so this guy is making all these kaiju things sound real casual. That's a thing.] Most people can't see monsters where I'm from. They've got specific targets so unless you can see them for what they are they look pretty harmless.

Guess this place'll be a nice break, won't it?