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]

[Don't worry, Marinette is equally pissed at creepy kidnappers] And completely illogical! Half of these don't make sense, and the rest--- [MAKE TOO MUCH SENSE] are things no one should possibly know!

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Well, they are right about your rapping, though. [Thanks, Marinette]

[socloverit]

[Marinette has a good point; what if Clover just pretends that the stuff that doesn't make sense or people probably won't understand on her card are fake......]

At least they covered the important stuff. [thanks marinette indeed]

[missmaladroite]

I think you were very good at it.

[Yeah!! It's all fake!! Especially Marinette's!!]

I wonder what they were thinking, making lists like this...?