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]

It's a deadly and slow-acting poison mostly utilized by college students.

[blondophile]

How would you happen to come across such knowledge? Have you utilized it yourself?

You look far too young to be a college student.

[parodeity]

Nah, I'm not a high enough level to unlock the deadly ramen arts. But I was raised by a dude who was a master of 'em.

[ or whatever the fuck bro did with his weeaboo shit ]

[blondophile]

And yet, you are high enough to wield a sword.

In any case, poison is the coward's tool.

[parodeity]

It's my strife specibus, what can I say.

[ dave shrugs. ]

I'll admit poison isn't my cup of tea, either. Since it would be the sort of cup of tea that would you know kill you and shit.

[blondophile]

There is no honor in it! [well, obviously, but it's said in a matter of fact tone to educate--or maybe warn those who may see the merit of poisoning someone with a packet of ramen.]

[parodeity]

So, I'm Dave. You're...Carta?

[ glancing at the profiles. ]

Nice to meet you and shit.

[blondophile]

Commander Carta Issue.

And you're awfully young. [She doesn't mean it in a condescending way, but this place seems to be crawling with children.

[parodeity]

Temporally, sure.

[blondophile]

Are you sassing me, young man?

[parodeity]

I'd never even dream of it, ma'am.

[ yes ]