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]

You have? May I ask why?

[and so continues her endless nosiness curiosity]

[chiseler]

Guess you could say it comes with my job. [That's. That's definitely one way of putting it.] But I don't mind. Sitting still too long isn't really my idea of fun either.

[bloodbiter]

And what is your job, then?

[chiseler]

Slaying monsters. [It's only part of the truth, but it's good enough.] They've got a tendency to go after guys like me.

[bloodbiter]

[and just like that, he has her attention in a way he hadn't before]

Really? We have something in common, then. What sort did you typically do battle with?

[chiseler]

[...how to explain...he recognizes a captive audience and he doesn't think he'd like to lose that so soon.]

Typical stuff, you know? Dragons, minotaurs, scorpions, leucrotae...cyclopses...stuff like that. Not many people do that, I've heard.