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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[toprotecttheworld]

[Jessie reads through the profiles in her own chair, but she only skims what she's looking at. It's all tl;dr to her.]

Boring. Plain. Ugly. Almost cute.

[And then there's hers. Naturally Flawless, Extremely Gorgeous. Well, that's accurate, but why are they outing all of her Team Rocket skills? She's yelling at the circumstances in her head, but she's still in "play nice" mode so she'll keep that to herself.]

Well, at least they got the body markings right on mine. But what's with these last few?

[To anyone near her, she points at...Light Field. Grell Sutcliffe. Hancock.]

It's like whoever was in charge of these tried alphabetical order and then just gave up in the end. How lazy.

[tevinteriscoming]

Oh. I'm jealous of yours. How did you manage to get on their good side?

[Why shouldn't he be flawless and extremely gorgeous.]

[toprotecttheworld]

What can I say? They certainly have good taste.

[The rest of it is creepy, but she's definitely going to gloat over this while she still can.]

What did they put on yours?

[tevinteriscoming]

They noted my moustache, I'll give them credit for that. But I must admit I'm disappointed they failed to mention my excellent skincare regimen. And I'm worried they left my maxed out charm, intelligence and courage skill on the wrong card.

[toprotecttheworld]

You have an excellent skincare regimen, you say? I'm always looking to exchange tips, anything to help keep beautiful more beautiful, as I'm sure you understand.

[Please tell her your secrets.]

Maybe they're expecting the charm to speak for itself. I can maybe see where you're coming from. If I squint.

[tevinteriscoming]

Sadly, my potions are not here. But I'd be thrilled to exchange tips.

[And laughing. She really is sure of herself, and it's rather wonderful.]

If you squint? Have I not been charming enough to convince you?

[toprotecttheworld]

Let's just say I'm a difficult girl to convince.

[He has more charm than certain cretins, however, that shall not be named.]

And what goes in these potions exactly? They better let us access some showers soon, I can only keep my hair perfect for so long.

[Somehow...her hair is still perfectly shaped. It's a miracle.]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Maybe the three at the end weren't supposed to be in the original list. You know, like they didn't have enough with 38 and decided to add three more to the hostage club.

[That is Shelley's theory, at least]

[toprotecttheworld]

That's one theory. [And Jessie's ignoring it.] I think they were just lazy, or maybe they weren't paying enough attention.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Maybe you are right. They did seem to pay much more attention to your 'Naturally Flawless, Extremely Gorgeous' "body markings". Quote unquote.

[toprotecttheworld]

That's right. See, maybe they only pay attention to the things that matter, just like that.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Looks like your list of skills matters a lot too! You sound like some sort of spy, the type of gal that sneaks in the shadows and obtains the important stuff.

[SO TO SAY]

[toprotecttheworld]

I won't deny that I've done a little sneaking, but that makes me sound so nefarious. [She hasn't given her motto yet, so she's the good guy!] What woman worth her salt hasn't done a little sneaking to get what she wants, hm?

[todorable]

...The layout is your biggest problem with all this?

[toprotecttheworld]

Of course not! But that level of laziness is tacky, no matter how you look at it!

[todorable]

Fair enough. I suppose someone here needs to pay attention to style. They should have hired you on earlier!

[toprotecttheworld]

You might be joking, but you're absolutely right. Everything is so bland, so plain. Everything needs work! This is not the sort of spaceship I'd ever set foot upon willingly.

[todorable]

Definitely! It's dark, and these jumpsuits somehow look equally awful on everyone. We can't even call home--what's the point of being in space if you can't gloat that you're in space?

[toprotecttheworld]

What's so exciting about being in space? Everyone's already done it, and if there's nothing valuable up here all you get is a pretty view.

[Jessie just wants to steal and get some cash monies but the stars are nice ok.]

[unasking]

[ . . . . . . Breaking and Entering?]

Are the skills correct too?

[because they sound a little bit like criminal activity]

[toprotecttheworld]

Of course not! I'm just a girl who has to defend herself from time to time. I have no idea where they're getting these from.

[She hasn't given the Motto yet, so she still has to be sweet. Won't anyone believe her?]

[unasking]

[No.

If only because Frankenstein doubts anyone can dig up scarily accurate information on himself and others are spared.]

Oh? Defend yourself from what?

[toprotecttheworld]

Electrocution usually. You wouldn't believe how often that happens.

[unasking]

[it depends on whether or not you try to break into places with wired fences, he thinks

oh well, keeping it to himself]

That's a remarkably specific problem.

[toprotecttheworld]

And I've never done anything to deserve it! I'm just minding my own business, and that twerp electrocutes me with that pest of his!