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_

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[socloverit]

[NO SHE'LL JUST SETTLE FOR JUDGY PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE GLARING she gets even more judgmental-looking when she notices Yuno's discomfort, even, but she answers the question brightly.]

We're siblings.

[bloodteller]

[ ...better not ask who the older one is in that equation. ]

Can you keep him from climbing the statues? He was um, playing with one, and that's dangerous.

[ YES THAT IS A DOUBLE MEANING... SHE CHOSE 'PLAYING' FOR A REASON... ]

[socloverit]

[the word choice totally gets an eyebrow raise but not...because Clover realizes what she's implying......]

He's an adult, he can find his way around just fine. [JUDGING]

[bloodteller]

I'm s-sorry, but I don't think he should be grabbing the statues', um. P-privates in public, at least...

[ PLEASE KEEP YOUR BROTHER FROM JERKING OFF THE DONGS IN THE HALLWAYS ]

[socloverit]

...

Well, it's not like he's gonna be able to tell until he touches 'em.

[but she's got this look on her face like she's trying not to bust out laughing because yeah. classic Light. NAH HE CAN JERK OFF STATUES ALL HE WANTS THAT'S HILARIOUS why are the field siblings so fucking weird]

[bloodteller]

It's rude to do that! And... it gave me the wrong impression...

[ come on... don't you care about his reputation. she's still embarrassed from not realizing he was blind. ]

[socloverit]

[only about as much as he does. so: minimally]

But you figured it out, didn't you?

[bloodteller]

[ ...this is still embarrassing, and her cheeks tinge red. ]

He told me.

[socloverit]

[fuckin. look at the shit-eating grin on her face.]

Soooo that wrong impression's just a cleared-up misunderstanding, yeah?

[bloodteller]

It shouldn't have happened in the first place. Someone could have told them what they look like.

[ look she's taller she's totally got the upper ground here. listen to her. ]

[socloverit]

Well, you never know for sure until you can find out for yourself! A description's not always adequate, right?

[sorry she can't hear you over the sound of being FOUR YEARS OLDER THAN YOU

or the sound of her being a shithead]

[bloodteller]

It's better than what he was doing in front of everyone.

[ if this was tumblr there would be SO many call out posts rn ]

[socloverit]

It's just a statue! You're too sensitive.

[your fave is problematic: touches statue dong, has a little sister who's SUCH A LI'L SHIT and trying so, so hard not to laugh]