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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[brooches]

[ This is a lot to take in. No one her entire life - out of those years of loneliness... no one except for Booker offered to help. Even then, his motives had an ulterior meaning. She keeps her defenses up, fists balling tightly against her lap. ]

I... I don't think I can make that choice right now. Thank you for your patience, but maybe we can talk at a later point?

[ More private, without the looks she's gotten from others once their profiles were revealed.

Elizabeth feels the burden - the weight. A songbird without a voice is just the same as any other, is it not? She keeps her eyes at her lap, fearful of finding out the truth and fearful of not finding her escape. Their escape. ]

[unasking]

[At this point, he reaches out to her and places a hand on her shoulder, his head tilting to catch her gaze and hold it.]

We can talk whenever you wish. Call for me and I will be there.

[The idea of pushing this any further on her is unthinkable to him - he's interested in seeing what she can do, but he has absolutely zero intentions of forcing anyone to do something against their will or to try to trick them into it. In the matter of experimentation, especially.

That should only be done by choice.]