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

[jackhole]

Oh, fuck you. You know what I god damn mean, lady.

[ but seriously again with the name thing. you don't know him like that?? ]

Look, we're not... supposed to be here, okay? And really, if your goal is shock value like -- [ gestures to... everyone else all offended here ] you have your pick. Just, just send us back to Pandora and it's fine. She'll kill a few psychos for you in return. Right, Fiona?

[ SORRY COCO but yeah rhys just awkwardly pats fiona's shoulder and grins at the AI because fuck you again ]

[hatslinger]

Huh? Yeah, yeah. Kill some psychos. For sure.

[ sorry, rhys, looks like fiona's a little checked out. she's.. thinking. so don't mind her dismissiveness. ]

[jackhole]

[ just the most long suffering look

he was trying to help them. why do you suck so much, fiona?? ]