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

[parodeity]

I see we're tryin' to up the creepy as fuck rating.

[ dave doesn't really care about his own profile although some of the others are pretty funny. he's picked a swivel chair at random, although he's probably near roxy. ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I'd say they've succeeded. I'm skeeved out.

[he doesn't sound super creeped out but tbh half of his info is publically available usually. models. still, he's got to ask:]

What's a sylladex?

[parodeity]

Hammerspace inventory system.

[ uhhhh. he's not sure how else to explain. ]

Do you have anything on hand that you don't mind me borrowing for a sec?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[Adrien just looks helplessly at his jumpsuit]

... Not right now...? Oh, wait.

[he forages and finds a-- is that de-cubed cheese. why does he have that. why did he keep that. he hands it off to dave with NO EXPLANATION adrien why??]

[thanatosincarnate]

Hmph. Before we know it, they will be showing everyone's entire personal lives on video for all to see.

[parodeity]

Ugh, not fucking again.

[ TROLLS!!!!!!! ]

[thanatosincarnate]

...Again?

{ How many times have you been such invasions of privacy, Dave.... }

[unasking]

[Well Dave's not wrong.]

It should be exceedingly hard to get some of this information, so you're correct in that regard.

[LISTEN WHEN YOU LIVE A THOUSAND YEARS YOU LEARN TO KEEP YOUR SHIT ON LOCK though Frankenstein admittedly has a question-]

You're capable of time manipulation?

[parodeity]

Yeah. Though it's on the fritz right now.

[ like, he doesn't want to time travel anyway!!! but he definitely sounds peeved because fuck you being a glorified reset button is his life's calling? ]

[unasking]

[ . . . . . whoops.]

I understand the feeling. [He definitely should've been able to break shit by now.] What's the origin of your power? Were you born with it? Gifted with it? Genetically modified?

[Depending on the answer, he wonders if he can help.]

[antagonize]

Looks like I might owe you ten bucks real soon.

[They got summoned through an intercom. There's already a hologram here with everyone's shit out in the open. How long until they find out what they're "participating" in, exactly?]

[parodeity]

Which means jack shit if I owe you twenty after a memo that we got saved and or we have to kill everyone.

[ p.s. he doesn't actually have cash on him. sorry jason. ]

Why the fuck can so many people hack shit. Teach me to hack shit, Jaybird, that sounds like something useful for space.

[antagonize]

Be optimistic. Maybe this will all turn out to be a prank. A very elaborate, very invasive prank.

[To be fair, he doesn't have any cash on him either. They're gonna have to write I.O.U. on space sticky notes or something.]

I might have said yes, but — nah. I'm gonna have to deny you now that you've called me "Jaybird". It's an honor thing, you see.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

You can fly?!

[She has her priorities straight]

[parodeity]

Yeah. That seems to be entirely fine. Why, do you want a joyride down the halls?

[ hey shelley ]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

A joyr-you-I mean-flying

[Okay, give her a few seconds to compose herself because damn, that is so cool!]

That is awesome! Can I see? I have seen many things but never someone with the ability to fly!

[bloodbiter]

What is a sylladex?

[here comes an endless fount of curiosity and questions]

[parodeity]

A way of carryin' shit in like. A pocket dimension which is like...it's a magical bag of holding, a'ight?

[bloodbiter]

[magical bag of holding helps]

Oh! I see. What an interesting thing to call it...

[missmaladroite]

No kidding. How do you research things like this?

[parodeity]

Stalking is like the only reasonable answer here.

[missmaladroite]

But some of these things---

[like her profile that isn't at all accurate, nope, nope. Shudders.]

Even a stalker shouldn't be able to know.

[brainsqueeze]

I don't know if creepy's the word I'd use.

( But it was definitely up there )

[parodeity]

Which adjective was more your style [ pause to check her name ] Maria?

[brainsqueeze]

Invasive. Irritating.

( Just for starters )