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

[probings]

I'd love to, if I could. But they took my rod, and this is too confined a space anyway, unlike you want everyone to get hurt by my Negative Gate.

[she's got no problem using her artes, but doing it without a casting rod is just asking for trouble.]

[antagonize]

Let's wait until you can get your "rod" and avoid the casualties.

[What is a Negative Gate, even??? All you powered people and your weird as heck terms.]

Well — assuming you get it back anytime soon. Seems like it's listed as your possession.

[probings]

Doing it anywhere this close to people even with a rod is dangerous. I already know how it works, so let's try to avoid that, okay?

[she'll give him a smile and a wink; she doesn't need any more data on that, bro.]

If they're telling us what's here, it ought to be soon, don't you think? Hopefully we'll be able to get out of these hideous clothes, too!

[antagonize]

I'll have to agree. Someone might try to turn this place into a naturist club if we don't get something less tacky and green. And soon.

[LOOKING AT YOU, NILES.]

[probings]

Well, that would be one way to knock a few pegs of some people's egos, I'm sure!

[just sayin'.]