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_

Comments

[mnasthai]

[ There sure is a lot of information here, but Kazuma tries to find his card first, as he thinks it may give him some insight. And then he reads it, and just kind of freezes:]

I'm not eight years old... [ He looks a bit young sure, but he's easily identifiable as an older teenager. Besides, it's not like he's small standing at 6"0, though he is pretty skinny.]

[antietam]

[ No this is not what an eight year old looks like. ]

So we're being fed false information too?

[mnasthai]

We have to be. It's true that I don't know when my birthday is, but there's no way I could be that young.

[antietam]

You didn't know your age beforehand? Would anyone know? [ Trying to figure out this misinformation. ]

[mnasthai]

Maybe my guardian, but I've asked him before and he's never answered. [ This is actually bugging him a bit, and he's not smiling for once.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[you sure don't look 8, pal]

Some of these have to be made up.

[because. eight? that is just ridiculous.]

[mnasthai]

Ah-thank you for saying so.

I do know magic, and I guess I smile a lot but... [ Even now he almost has a kind of nervous smile on his face because he feels embarrassed.]

I don't really know how to fight either.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Everybody's got something weird or off on there. Maybe they're trying to freak us out? I wouldn't worry about it too much.

[he's smiling trying to be reassuring and everything to the definitely not eight year old]

[mnasthai]

[ It's helping a bit, and he appears to be a bit less panicked than he was a few moments ago.]

Is there something odd about yours too? [ He tries to take a quick moment to glance at Adrien's— he hadn't even bothered to look at anyone elses up to this point.]

[thanatosincarnate]

It could be a system error -- the number one missing to make it 18.

[mnasthai]

[ That perks him up a bit.] It has to be. All my classmates are around that age.

Maybe it's because they don't know my birthday either?

[thanatosincarnate]

{ Brusque nod. }

They can't know everything.

[mnasthai]

Does yours have misinformation too?

[probings]

Oh? How old are you, then? [consider her curious. it's true that he doesn't look eight...

but she's seen some deceptive ages already in her life. besides, it helps give her a feel for what kind of margin of error there is on the data.]

[mnasthai]

... I don't actually know my birthday. I have amnesia, so I don't remember much of my past. [ For once he doesn't have a smile on his face.]

[probings]

Well, then doesn't it stand to reason that you might be eight years old?

[she's just sayin'.]

[mnasthai]

That doesn't make any sense. Children look younger than I do.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Hmmmm...

[Shelley hopes you work with her for a moment here, she may be onto something, she supposes]

Do you remember anything from more than eight years ago?

[mnasthai]

I don't. I don't remember anything more than seven years ago.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[Oooh, that is troubling. Shelley isn't sure if she should reveal anything based on that...it sounds like the type of life-changing thing one doesn't want to hear about]

W-Well I'm sure it is no big deal. I wouldn't think about it that much. You are clearly not an eight year old kid.

[mnasthai]

[...]

I prefer not to. [ And with that he relaxes a bit, and manages to show a small smile.]

Thank you for saying so.

[missmaladroite]

So it's a trick? Or a bad joke?

[DON'T LOOK AT HER PROFILE]

[mnasthai]

Both maybe, it doesn't make any sense... [ Luckily he hasn't yet, as he's been too busy trying to figure out what's going on with his.]

Does yours have some strange things too?

[missmaladroite]

[Startles!!]

Yes-- ehehe, very strange, there are things there I've never heard of! They really have their information wrong!

[mnasthai]

[ Glancing at hers now:]

Oh you're good at parkour too? [ He's looked at Adrien's and not really put two and two together just yet...]

Some of these do sound strange. Technology is prone to errors, right? [ This is what he's telling himself!]