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

[chiseler]

Man...and you don't look a day over 999. [He pauses though.] Aura projection, dark weapon summoning, and babysitting. One of these things is not like the other. What gives?

[unasking]

[Honestly he's actually not sure what they mean by babysitting??? He takes good care of his students but that's more of his job than babysitting.

He has yet to acknowledge that he is the proud father of like

11 adopted children]

If I had an answer, I would tell you. I don't have any children of my own.

[chiseler]

Do you even work with children or do you just deal with really immature adults? [Like himself, probably.] Seen a couple of those around already. [And maybe that's a pointed look at Rhys. Sorry Rhys.]

[unasking]

[There's an especially long disbelieving stare right at you, Luke.

Wow, the level of self-awareness just

doesn't exist]

I run a high school - but it's not as if they're in my personal care.

[LIAR.]

[chiseler]

[Well that explains a few things. Also don't judge him, he's ignoring that stare thank you!!!]

If you're running a high school, kinda think that's exactly what it means. Sounds like you'll fit right in here. [There are way too many teenagers here, first and foremost.]

[unasking]

[ . . . ]

Please don't sign me up for babysitting duties, Luke.

Particularly when you're apparently of age to manage them yourself.

[chiseler]

Even if you're probably the most qualified? [He's running with it, excuse him.] I kinda gave up the whole "taking care of kids" thing when I quit being a counselor.

[unasking]

Even if you give up the notion, that doesn't mean you give up the skills.

[though he won't deny he's the most qualified

he thinks he's the most qualified at everything]

[chiseler]

Even if they're replaced with other skills? Think about that one.

[Nope. Frankenstein's still the best babysitter here, the profile isn't wrong.]

[unasking]

I am and I'm not sure what sort of astounding revelation you're expecting me to have.

[just because you learn new things doesn't mean your past is erased]