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

[thatbites]

That's the exact worst case scenario, you know? [Ugh, how does she explain this to some idealistic kid?]

Look, just speak for yourself. You can have great hopes and dreams that no one else will follow them, and that's the best case scenario, but realistically there's going to be someone with a peabrain who gets agitated and acts without thinking. Not everyone's smart in this world.

[There's no way this is personally directed at anyone. Not a chance.]

[missmaladroite]

[Good luck, Emily.... She says thing like 'true love conquers all' without irony, this girl is 110% idealism]

Alright. I understand. I'm sure there are people here that are frightened, or might feel like they have no choice but to go along with this. [OR ARE STUPID]

I'll do everything I can to put a stop to this. I won't give in to their demands. And I'll ask the rest of you to do the same, even if you don't want to trust me.

[she's gonna be dead in a week]

[thatbites]

[Thank god Marinette isn't saying something that corny right now. Like, this is still corny but it's manageable.]

You're going to turn up dead within the week.

[Oops, she said it out loud.]

[missmaladroite]

[Maybe she will one day.]

[listen she's a superhero not a superweenie like Emily]

We'll see about that.

[thatbites]

[Single shoulder shrug! She's not taking it back, Marinette.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

That's a horrible thing to say!

[wow emily!! ur not being very nice!! hurting this 5 year old's feelings rn]

[thatbites]

It's the truth.

[At least she doesn't sound... outright hostile??? Small blessings.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

No, it isn't. You're not being realistic, Emily, you're being awful.

[he lets that shit go with chloe because she's his childhood friend, but marinette trumps emily in this case and also murder!! is not a joke!!!! rude!!!

... he only sounds like he's chastising her though, since he assumes she's just scared and lashing out.]