
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_
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Nah. Don't know what that is. All Qunari. Or, guess if you believe the legends, part dragon. [The legends that you mostly made up, Bull.] It's in the horns, see?
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[Ah, she's just going to eat that up, he clearly agrees with her.]
Qunari...dragon...that's all incredible. In fact, if you weren't standing right in front of me, I wouldn't have believed you at all. Are you sure you're not a Pokémon? Do your friends and family say their names over and over again and nothing else?
[He might be like Meowth?!]
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[he'll just keep it up as long as she seems to be enjoying being hit on by the Tauros/Dragon man.]
Uh, yeah, pretty certain I'm not a [a what???] Poke-a-man. And can't say they do. Some of the guys in the crew have a limited vocabulary, but most of 'em got "beer" and "tits" down pretty well. Except for Grim. He doesn't say anything.
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[And it's also going to be hard to. Uh. Ever forget this guy.]
It sounds like your Qunari companions are...lovely. [Eww. Moving on.] Well, I suppose it's not worth thinking too much about. If they can kidnap us through time, bringing a man with horns on board doesn't seem nearly as impressive as it should. It's almost a little boring.
[Almost.]