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

[brooches]

[ That's actually appreciated! Human comfort is nice. Very nice ]

I could have... but I don't think - I haven't used my power for something like that.

[ But, yes, Elizabeth was powerful... ]

It's a big mess, I'm afraid. It doesn't really get easier to explain.

[toprotecttheworld]

We'll save that for another time, then. Smart women like us don't let men offend them, alright?

[Let's build camaraderie here.]

That's alright. I'll just pretend I know, and I'll figure out the rest later. I'm not too worried about it.

[brooches]

Right. [ There's a weak smile, one that shows her appreciation for the woman's care. ]

It matters not - I can't use my abilities regardless.

[toprotecttheworld]

I've seen some strange abilities before. They all sound unreal. Have you ever seen a psychic man-made creation make an entire cloning system? Or a giant bird that can raise twisters out of the sea? I'd say it's a wonder I'm still alive, but I'm too tenacious to be put down so easily.

[What's she saying is...this sounds nucking futs but she's going to accept it at face value. For now. She can't be any more unreal than the Unown, right?]