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

[antagonize]

[He laughs. SO CLOSE YET SO FAR...]

Something like that.

[Share that fountain of youth with the rest of us mortals.]

But can't a guy be prepared for the sake of being prepared?

[toprotecttheworld]

Only if he's worried about something.

[That's not quite true, but it is a little amusing to her that a nineteen year old seems so interested in such colorful activities.]

Maybe it will come in handy, who knows? Whenever whatever this is finishes, we should start looking around the ship again. If you found a way to escape, you'd tell me, wouldn't you?

[antagonize]

The way I see it, there's always something to worry about.

[It's all part of the life he got suckered into. Thanks, Batman.]

Sure. I'd tell you, and everyone else. No point on sitting on the kind of info that could get us all out.

[toprotecttheworld]

[She lowers her voice a little.]

But just so we're clear, you'd tell me before the others, right? You're not the only one with an interesting set of skills around here.

[Please look at her profile, she has an awful list of skills.]

[antagonize]

[SKILLS LIKE BREAKING & ENTERING. And yelling. He's not exactly impressed over here.]

You seem pretty keen on being the first one to know. Any reason why?

[You'd think people would at least pretend to be team players in this situation...]

[toprotecttheworld]

[Oh, she'll pretend.]

Only so I can help you spread the good news around, of course! What other reason could there be?

[;)]

[antagonize]

Oh, I don't know.

[Laying the sarcasm on pretty thick.]

You could want to escape on your own, long before anybody else gets to hear about it. Or you could be looking to sabotage the escape route. With a group like this [gesturing to the profiles] it's not hard to imagine we might have unsavory types among us. Might even be a mole within our numbers, for all we know.

[Jason Todd: Paranoid to the extreme.]

So — don't worry. I can spread the news by myself.