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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[jackhole]

[ rhys just has the physical equivalent of !!! because he knows exactly what jack means. ]

Oh my god, I thought it was on purpose? Like, he really seems to like that hairstyle and it's kind of... I don't know, it just doesn't match his personality at all.

[ they're totally gossiping about work now. once again, sorry, fiona. ]

So, once, I had to go see him for something? Just to pass on some paperwork and he ... he thanked me for it? Offered me a chocolate! I was so terrified. I thought I did something wrong.

[ oh, hyperion. ]

[refactor]

[ Jack shakes his head at first to the idea that it's on purpose, beacuse, well, it might be, but it still doesn't fit! Blake probably made it to the top by looking like... Well, one of the founders of Hyperion, if Jack is honest. But considering how Jack has also tried to erase the memory of them from existence for petty reasons, he doesn't bring that up. ]

Yeah, who even does that? I mean— Hell, that's like workplace hazing. We have a policy against that.

[ In Hyperion, "hazing" is basically being nice when it's not expected and making someone so paranoid about getting stabbed in the back that they stab someone in the back. Literally. Or usually, it ends up with an entire unit getting brutally murdered, hence the policy. Do you know how hard it is to replace an entire unit after a workplace murderous rampage? HR is a nightmare. ]

But naaah, that's why I've kept him around. He's a scary dude without even meaning to be? Like he's about as scary as your buddy Abs McGee.