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]

[ ahhhhh, time to react?? and rhys is definitely vain enough to immediately go to his profile which means, from one of the seats at the end of the table -- ]

Crying?!

[ he's so sick of being doxxed like this ]

[parodeity]

Dude, you're a cult leader?

[ the important facts ]

[jackhole]

[ see the cult leader thing is true but the way rhys gives a groan and drags his hand over his face is not really appropriate an answer. ]

Yeaaaah, I guess. But it's -- it's weird and they're weird and I don't really like to talk about it.

[deformity]

Yes, poor fool... he sounds sad and confused. And he's probably insane.

[ Crying?? Mass murder?? Allen's judging hard.

Wait, that's a picture of you. Whoops, sorry. (Except not really, he's still judging the mass murder part.) ]

Er. [ Here, have an innocent smile and a wave. Ha ha ha, nothing to see here. He didn't say anything rude. ]

[jackhole]

[ rhys just stares at allen from across the table for a long moment

and then he jumps up and mimics strangling him with both his flesh and robot hand for a moment.

he's also probably sitting next to jack too which just makes this even worse. ]

Not insane!

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[adrien sees the mass murder but he's just going to. file that away and not think about it too hard right now (y i k e s) to concentrate on:]

Does that really count as a skill?

[says the kid with "professional damsel in distress" on his card but shut up he's not acknowledging that]

[jackhole]

[ jabbing a finger here at adrien. FINALLY, SOMEONE WHO GETS IT. ]

It doesn't! Because it's not! I don't even cry that much!

[ haha rhys please you cry so much ]

[douchemag]

Mass murder? You?

[Wow, he suddenly seems a billion times more interested in Rhys!! But also incredibly dubious.]

[jackhole]

[ why are you looking at him like that ]

It was... a really bad day?

[ ♪ SO YOU HAD A BAD DAY ♪ ]

[allout]

[ ...there's a lot of things here for minako to (unsure) about, but one in particular makes her nose scrunch up as she looks to rhys. ]

...You're not gonna vomit on me, are you?

[jackhole]

No.

[ well, wait. ]

Okay, not today? Look, I have a really delicate stomach.

[bloodteller]

[ okay there's a lot going on here but

he's a crier? that's fine, yuno carries napkins with her everywhere. she pulls one out of her pocket and offers it to him

you know. to dry his tears. ]

[jackhole]

[ snatching that tissue of course but also -- ]

I'm not crying right now!

[ shoves... tissues into his pocket... leave him alone ]

[refactor]

Soooooooo.

[ If this were "normal," you could pretty much imagine Jack hovering in stylishly with that drawn out syllable, because he totally would if he could. But at the very least, he has to comment on Rhys's "skills" here. ]

Looks like you've been busy, buddy. When did you get a cult? No, no, wait, don't answer that. First, how many people did you murder? That's way-ay-ay more interesting.

[ He's going to ignore his own card in favor of bugging Rhys about his, it's fine ]

[jackhole]

[ why did rhys automatically sit next to jack when they got locked in the conference room? why did he feel like that was a sane and rational thing to do?

especially now, when he has jack on his left and fiona on his right and jack leering at him like that. ughhhh.

he just sort of wags a finger at jack then, testing the waters. ]

I'll tell you if you tell me about your scar. I didn't even know you had one.

[ which says a lot because #1 handsome jack stan and everything ]

[antagonize]

Can't forget vomiting, too.

[And mass murder.

Judging your ass, Coffee Dude.]

[jackhole]

[ stop with all this shade ]

Yeah, yeah. I have a delicate stomach? Leave me alone?

[ have standards, jason todd ]

[unasking]

[Dryly:]

I personally find vomiting to be of more concern. You haven't made a mess here yet, have you?

[sorry rhys, yours is just funny]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Hey there! Excuse me!

[I hope you weren't about to cry with amazing skill like your profile indicated, mister. Still, Shelley is going to keep her distance]

Do your vault hunting skills involve forcing them open?

[laptopper]

That's a defense mechanism among weaker species. Isn't it good that it's worked so far?

[bloodbiter]

Impressive.

[is someone still salty

no, not at all]

[toprotecttheworld]

And vomiting. Aren't you a treasure.

[Jessie is just going to scoot her chair away from Rhys now while giving him a disgusted stinkeye. What a gross person.]

[locktouching]

[As soon as he saw that info, Niles had to seek this guy out.]

So you're the best at crying, right? Oh, I can't wait to see it. I love that look when peoples' faces get all puffy and red...

[missmaladroite]

....How much do you cry?

[brainsqueeze]

( There's a small - very brief - smile when she hears her complaint before her expression falls neutral again. To be honest- )

They could have put worse.