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 confirms her suspicions - her rightful suspicions. She nudges through the crowd, a few apologies here and there to see the plethora of new faces and - ...hers. She reads. Absolutely reads and feels her mouth grow dry. They know what she can do and they took it away. ]

Oh my God...

[antietam]

[ Matching the information to the person... ]

Have you done that sort of manipulation here?

[brooches]

No. [ Elizabeth says coldly, running her fingers against her biceps. Defensive position. ] I- ...I've been unable to feel anything that I felt before entering here. They took it from me.

[antietam]

[ Yeah, he realizes this is something personal to talk about after the fact and looks a bit apologetic. He just had to know about the universe manipulation. ]

Are you sure it was taken? Couldn't it just be distance from—your own reality, maybe?

[bloodteller]

[ well... now her word choice back then is even more curious. ]

Overcoming time. That's what you said, wasn't it.

[brooches]

[ holy shit don't sneak up on her you crazy stalk- ]

It was.

[bloodteller]

[ hey man an essential part of stalking is being sneaky ]

Tears, it's an appropriate name, I think. It's easy overcoming time if you can do something like that, right...?

[unasking]

[Ah. When she appears, Frankenstein glances to her and manages to wipe the look of malice off his face long enough to appear concerned.]

Too much for you?

[You worry him with how easily astonished you are sometimes, you know - especially given a power of manipulating the universe.]

[brooches]

[ This call me out post is getting ridiculous!!!

Elizabeth had never seen something so vivid as this since the day she saw the rooms behind her tower. The rooms built to watch and study her for 18 years. ]

How do they know? [ It's not shock, it's hopelessness that lifts on her lips. She doesn't look at anyone else's profiles yet. ] How could they have possibly gathered so much?

[unasking]

I have my theories, but none of them add up.

[Frankenstein hasn't been caught in a thousand years. Even the shadow government that controls most of the world hadn't been able to find him.]

However it's easier to explain if we're in an entirely separate plane of existence from the one I know.

[ . . . admittedly the idea excites him a little bit but he'll try to downplay it ok.]

[antagonize]

You can bend reality but you don't know what bandaids are?

[Way to be an asshole, Jason Todd.

Okay, but. No. Someone has to be rude to take people's minds off the fact that whoever kidnapped them dug up this much information.]

[brooches]

They weren't - whatever they were they weren't invented yet.

[ Defense mode? ]

It's complicated.

[antagonize]

"Yet".

[Calm down, Elizabeth.]

You're saying you're from the past?

[He's seen some Weird Shit. Try him.]

[probings]

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say your skills haven't come in handy here, is that right?

[because harold gets the feeling they'd have already felt the effects of that, and she's familiar enough with manipulating time and space to at least have a feel for it.]

[brooches]

Ah... unfortunately not. [ Elizabeth says, apologetically. As if she feels this could have all been avoided by her own hand - her own strength. ] I've tried since the moment my eyes opened to escape.

I don't feel anything. Not even a static spark of a universe other than this one right now.

[probings]

So that's how it is. It's not that you don't want to, it's that you can't.

Hmmm... [she hums, thoughtfully for a moment. yeah, this is kind of a problem, and the fact her card only lists some of her own capabilities leads her to believe something important here.]

It looks like they're suppressing our powers intentionally.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Oh, dear. And she'd seemed so hesitant to mention it earlier, too.]

I know, these things are dreadful. I'm glad we got to learn about everyone's manicures.

Are you all right?

[brooches]

[ Put on blast, smfh. Elizabeth turns at a familiar voice - one she had been discussing such issues with to an extent... Her eyes look as if she had walked into the room naked, embarrassed and defeated. ]

I'll be fine. [ She says sternly, but it's up to Dorian to believe it or not. ] This is not the first time I've been studied, but the revelation is still the worst part.

[ She fakes a laugh, especially at the recollection of his manicure comment. ]

Yours - [ She's been mindful not to look too deeply into anyone's profiles yet. ] - have your secrets been revealed as well?

[tevinteriscoming]

[Yeah, he feels for her. Not that he's ever been secretive about his abilities, but no one likes their personal details disclosed prematurely. It's okay, she doesn't have to laugh -- he just can't be nice if he doesn't preface it with some banter.]

Oh, yes. I don't know where they get off, disclosing my real age. Disgraceful. But the rest doesn't trouble me particularly.

[toprotecttheworld]

...You can do what now?

[There are no words for what Jessie is feeling.]

[brooches]

[ Shiiiiit, how to explain. ]

It's fairly exposed on the card, Jessie.

[ :( ]

[toprotecttheworld]

It's exposed, but I can't say I really understand it.

[Her voice is uncharacteristically uneven, like she's at a bit of a loss.]

[brainsqueeze]

( She recognises the woman from the other day, and the worry, with the lack of knowledge, makes her wonder what it is that's happened )

What is it?

( She's looking now that she's asked )

[brooches]

The profiles - [ She stammers, looking at the displays again. The woman catches her eye - a familiar face. Or as familiar as they can be. ] They have information on us... some.. research report.

[brainsqueeze]

Too much information for a few good guesses.

( At least if it was accurate for all of them, which it was seeming to be )

If they can get us here it's not surprising that they can get information on us.