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

[bloodbiter]

Oh. You simply have an affinity for nature, then?

[antietam]

Something like that. [ He isn't a tree-hugger, really. ] Your skillset is kind of all over the place, miss.

[bloodbiter]

All over the place? Oh... I suppose artwork and swordplay are very different, that much is true. Still, it's not uncommon to be skilled in both, is it?

[antietam]

Most people I know definitely aren't skilled in both. That's not a bad thing, though. [ He's just curious. ] What made you learn something like swordplay?

[bloodbiter]

It became unsafe not to know how to defend myself.

[she doesn't sound as though it's something she wants to discuss further, somehow. as such, subject change!]

If I may ask, what is Latin?

[antietam]

[ They will keep changing subjects on each other. ]

It's a dead language. You really don't know Latin? That's kind of amazing. I take classes for it, but it's everywhere where I come from.

[bloodbiter]

I've never heard of such a language. What country does it originate from?

[too much of a fantasy heroine for this, tbh.]

[antietam]

The Roman Empire. But I guess you wouldn't have heard of that either. [ So weird. ] No one is a native speaker anymore, but it's influenced quite a few major languages.

I've heard that trees speak Latin, also. [ A smile. ]

[bloodbiter]

I have not head of this Roman Empire, that much is true. Why is nobody a native speaker?

...I am unclear on whether the trees in your home are sentient or not.

[antietam]

After Rome fell, there was no one to impose the language on the people and so dialects became different languages, and... Well, that's one theory. We don't really know what happened. [ What about trees? ]

[bloodbiter]

I see. This place called Rome... Why did it fall?