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

[missmaladroite]

Is this right? You have some truly amazing abilities, Adelina.

[bloodbiter]

Oh... Thank you for saying so. It doesn't appear to be too rare, however.

[a pause.]

What is... Yo-yoing?

[did she pronounce that right? absolutely not]

[missmaladroite]

Ehehe.... what kind of art do you do? I'm a fashion designer.

[but the second she mentions Marintete's profile she's going into a panic]

Er-- I--- well, a yo-yo is a toy! And I know how to use one! But I don't know why they would put that on my profile! After all, it's not really a skill!

[bloodbiter]

Drawing and painting, as well as embroidery. What kind of clothing do you enjoy making most?

[deep breaths marinette]

Some of these are rather difficult to think of as skills, it's true.

[missmaladroite]

Oh, anything, really-- I designed my own clothes. If we ever get anything other than these jumpsuits, I can make us some real clothing. [because these are fugly]

I think it's just a bad joke....

[bloodbiter]

If they do provide additional clothing, I would love to see some of your work.

A joke?

[missmaladroite]

...If they do, I'll be sure to make something for you.

Crying? D-- er, those jokes? [She's technically disney she can't say dick] Yo-yoing? Those all sound like jokes to me!

[bloodbiter]

Oh, no - I didn't mean that I require anything, only that I'd like to see your designs.

[if it weren't rhys she would defend him but]

Yes, I suppose you're correct. Strange to bring humor into a situation like this, though...