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

[chiseler]

[Oh hello Yuno he sure does have questions for you. But he'll just let her ask her questions, casually shrugging to himself.]

Haven't had the chance to try it out. [Which is partially true.] You wouldn't go all in with all of your secrets right from the start, would you?

[bloodteller]

...It looks like none of us have a choice in that matter.

[ there's a short pause as she observes that scar, only staring. ...probably not the best idea to stare when you've been outed as a stalker, though. ]

Backbiter...? [ such a name gives a certain impression, but she's sure that he knows. ]

[chiseler]

[He's used to people staring. It bothers him a lot less now, but he settles for staring right back. Two can play that game.]

The most appropriate name for a sword that bites back at just about everybody it encounters. One of a kind back where I'm from. [It's the first piece that has him thinking though.] Bet there's still some things the AI doesn't know about us anyway. And even if it knows? Nobody else does. I'd call that a choice.

[bloodteller]

[ that's fair enough, she supposes. there's certainly a key factor of her own not included on her card, and yuno would call that a tiny victory. still, she's paranoid at best. while her shipmates don't know... ]

So you still have tricks up your sleeve. [ it's almost like an idle comment. ] Maybe they'll change your future.

[chiseler]

[They can be paranoid together because if his profile's missing something, who else's is? He ends up giving her an almost-charming grin because yep. That's it.]

They already did. [And not entirely for the better. He feels that it's different even if he doesn't know the full extent of his missing or lessened powers yet. But it's a change.] All I need now is to change it to a future I like.

[bloodteller]

[ paranoidsibs

there's a pause from yuno, a moment of silence as she considers his words. his declaration, really, considering their conversation in the chapel. eventually, she nods. ]

I'll be doing the same.

[chiseler]

And are you gonna tell anybody when you actually change the future?

[bloodteller]

It doesn't benefit anyone else to know I've made that change.

[ the answer is no, she wouldn't. there's no point to it. ]

[chiseler]

Smart answer. [He can respect that.] Think that's just about where you and I differ.

[He doesn't have a problem with admitting that. He wants his changes acknowledged, after all.]