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

[probings]

[harold is still taking things in stride (as much as one can, but freaking out does no good), skimming through the list and absorbing what information she can.

there's a snort here and there as some of the more humorous aspects of what she's seeing. but her tone quickly changes when she reads her own entry.]

My, my. You know I'm a flawless genius, but what's the deal with underselling my magic? Fire and water? Where's there rest? Dark, Light, healing, non-elemental—I can do a lot more than that! Hmph!

[she huffs a little, and she's going to be none-too-pleased when she sees the real extent of her limitations here. this is probably the first time she's been legitimately annoyed since they got here.]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Wow, your skills are impressive!

[Shelley is rebosating sincerity. You sound awesome, Harold!]

[probings]

[oh... she's having her ego fed.]

I know, I know! You don't become legendary without having a few talents. [that could come off as really cocky (and maybe it does, just a bit), but she seems to say it with pretty good spirits, at least. she won't let it get to her head.]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Legendary? You are well known?

[Oh my! There is a star right in front of her! Maybe. The impressive statements never cease]

[probings]

That's right! Remembered even a thousand years past my time. I think it worked out pretty well in the end. I was impressed when I found out too!

[harold, stop tooting your own horn.]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

How do you know that? Can you see the future somehow?

[Is there anything you can't do, Harold? You definitely have a fan now, weird fascination for organs or not]

[laptopper]

Ha. I knew you were a genius.

[ SHE'S NOT ALONE IN THE WORLD. ]

[probings]

Oh, do you mean it wasn't obvious from the start?

[she kind of figured that about fumi before seeing her stats.]

[laptopper]

You weren't an idiot. I had hope.

[probings]

Well, that makes two of us who aren't. I can't really speak for the rest of them, though I guess they can't help their simple minds!

[laptopper]

As long as one of these minds doesn't have wasted potential, it won't hurt me any.

[antagonize]

How about you give our "gracious" hosts demonstration of the rest, then? I'm sure they'll gladly make an addendum once they've noticed their mistake.

[Yeah. No. He doubts there will be any edits. But if he's going to be stuck here with 40 strangers until they find a way off this ship, then he wants to know what each and every one of them can really do.]

[probings]

I'd love to, if I could. But they took my rod, and this is too confined a space anyway, unlike you want everyone to get hurt by my Negative Gate.

[she's got no problem using her artes, but doing it without a casting rod is just asking for trouble.]

[antagonize]

Let's wait until you can get your "rod" and avoid the casualties.

[What is a Negative Gate, even??? All you powered people and your weird as heck terms.]

Well — assuming you get it back anytime soon. Seems like it's listed as your possession.

[probings]

Doing it anywhere this close to people even with a rod is dangerous. I already know how it works, so let's try to avoid that, okay?

[she'll give him a smile and a wink; she doesn't need any more data on that, bro.]

If they're telling us what's here, it ought to be soon, don't you think? Hopefully we'll be able to get out of these hideous clothes, too!

[antagonize]

I'll have to agree. Someone might try to turn this place into a naturist club if we don't get something less tacky and green. And soon.

[LOOKING AT YOU, NILES.]

[missmaladroite]

I don't think these files are all that accurate... it sounds like they're trying to be funny.

[but look we all know Harold's a smarty pants]

[probings]

Their humor's pretty hit or miss, if you ask me. Just like everything else around here.

[they haven't gotten anything quite right yet, in her opinion.]

[missmaladroite]

More miss than hit.

[. . .]

Can I ask about your powers? You can use magic?

[probings]

I'm not going to argue that.

[even if she did get a couple of good laughs at skills like "crying," but whatever.]

Mmm-mmm! [she'll hum in response to the second question.] Magic artes are my combat specialty; ask away! It's not like they did a very good job describing it, after all.

[missmaladroite]

[Crying is definitely a skill]

Magic.. arts? You mean the art of magic, right? Not... arts and crafts?

[she's totally going to picture Harold sketching out magic attacks if she doesn't set her straight]

[chiseler]

[Oh. So that's how she can pilot a spaceship. Okay.]

They're not doing that great of a job listing everything we're capable of. Think it's on purpose? [He has questions, but he's trying to feel her out a little first.]

[probings]

If they scanned our data, I'd have a hard time believing they could make that many mistakes. Unless their equipment is really junk.

...Which is kind of is. [in her opinion, at least.]

[chiseler]

So I heard. [Yes Harold you've made your opinion pretty loud and clear.] What makes you think that all data can be scanned and picked up by machines? Science can't explain everything.

[probings]

Just because you don't understand it, that doesn't mean it isn't how it works. Science can explain most things! If their equipment can pick up on things like memory, there's no reason that they wouldn't be able to decipher someone's skills and abilities, their strengths and weaknesses, and just about anything else.

I've already worked with equipment that can do just that, so I think you need to cool it with assuming I'm the one who's wrong here. [did you not read her info, bro? she got this.]