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]

[WHAT

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT]

What was that?!

[EVERY TIME SHE THINKS SHIT CANNOT GET WEIRDER EVERY GODDAMN TIME except she's noticing that Elizabeth's breathing hard and Clover, after a moment of trying to decide how high the risk of falling through some kind of BULLSHIT SPACE CAFETERIA PORTAL is, scurries over and holds out an arm to offer Elizabeth to lean on.]

[brooches]

[ Elizabeth's almost completely ready to pass out. Flashbacks of the first tear she remembers opening - a crisp seaside vision of a lighthouse, the morning mist rolling in over the waves of sea foam.

She's not shy in bracing herself to Clover, clutching onto her arm tightly. ]

This can't be - [ Possible? ] I'm fine - I'm fine...

[socloverit]

["I'm fine" is in the running for the fakes tthing Clover has heard all day, which is fairly impressive considering these profile cards, but okay. First order of business is gently helping Elizabeth to a chair, then.]

Here, just...sit down for now...

[But she's absolutely glancing around at everyone else like please tell me someone else saw that what just happened oh my god.]

[brooches]

[ Girl has 0 chill at the moment, but she's good at faking it. She feels dizzy, lightheaded but she watches as the tear fades from existence. It leaves an empty air in the room, dimming once more from its lavender hue. ]

Thank you, miss. I'm sorry - [ ??? Her outburst or the power? ]

[socloverit]

It's— [not "fine" and not "don't worry," this IS a murdergame] Yeah, no problem. [Yes problems, but not any that Elizabeth needs to apologize for.] Do you, um, need some water or something?