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

[todorable]

Okay, you've got me there. ...Well, if you start employing the tactic non-regularly, make sure to credit me for the idea. And a cut of the profits.

[he grins, fairly gracefully deciding to just embrace the egg on his face... just double down on the stupid, go a full Junpei]

[puzzlesss]

[ oh my god

it's horrible that he actually likes totty. he's endearing, in the exact same way junpei is. so of course, he smiles. ]






Well. I'll certainly tell whoever I hit with my prosthetic rocket arm that it was your idea.

[ light




no ]

[todorable]

[light

yes]

[totty grins back because a) finally he's getting laughed with and not just laughed at, and b) light actually smiled, which he feels is a real accomplishment]

If you put a string on it, so you could reel it back in without moving, you could probably make a fortune off of lazy people using it to grab the remote and stuff!