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

[bloodbiter]

[she's confused, but not too surprised at the level of detail - they knew their names, and she's been working under the assumption that none of them were chosen or brought here at random. perhaps these facts form part of thebasis of their decision.

participant information, though...]

Participants in what, I wonder?

[brooches]

[ So everyone was outrageous but Adelina's was .. tame. She can appreciate that. She'll give an awkward glance her way, speaking up. ]

Is this some game?

[bloodbiter]

[she glances towards elizabeth, thinking the question over]

I do not see why they would go to such effort for a simple game.

[brooches]

People are capable of terrifying things if they have power. I doubt our captors plan to play any game - if this such suspicion is true.

[bloodbiter]

Whatever it is they want with us, I doubt their motives are noble, that much is true.

At least we'll have a proper place to rest soon, whatever we find out.

[brooches]

They're never noble to anyone but themselves.

[ A bed... that sounds nice. ]

Don't fall for such "luxuries" they're providing. It's all to butter us up.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Some kind of experiment, maybe?

[a social experiment. also:]

You didn't tell me you were a swordfighter! [he sounds more. excited than anything else. what a neat thing for you to be adelina!! so cool!!!]

[bloodbiter]

That's a possibility, certainly. I only wonder what it is they're testing in that circumstance.

[a small smile.]

It didn't come up, I suppose.

[in the conversation where he asked her to tell him about herself. ok.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

How freaked out people can get over their information being distributed?

[and ok well. adrien didn't mention any of his skills so can he really object to that. he could but he won't]

I take fencing classes. It's not exactly the same as sword fighting, but... [a beat] Though I guess you saw that.

[bloodbiter]

From the looks of it, some of them have reason to be.

[deadeyes the profiles...]

Fencing is a bit different than the technique I'm used to, but it's fascinating to watch.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[awkward laughter] Haha... yeah.

[some of those are pretty worrying]

What's the technique you use?

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Oh, you are right...I hadn't noticed the use of wording there.

[Hmmmm...]

Games come to mind. That's the first thing I can link 'participants' to.

[bloodbiter]

Why would they go to the effort to bring us here for something as simple as a game?

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Because we wouldn't have come otherwise, I guess.

[Shrug]

Maybe it's a contest. This could all be broadcasted to the TVs back at Earth.

[bloodbiter]

I don't know what a... teevee is, I'm afraid. It looks like our skills are rather varied - if it were a competition, I wonder what sort of test we would be put to.

[probings]

I'd go with "experiment," if I had to take a guess.

[because that's how she would use it, honestly.]

[bloodbiter]

Do you have any guesses as to what they might be testing, then?

[probings]

That's the part I'm still working on. Every little bit of information counts, but they're not too forthcoming with anything... what a pain!

[bloodbiter]

Well, hopefully they will let us know their reasoning shortly.

[missmaladroite]

Is this right? You have some truly amazing abilities, Adelina.

[bloodbiter]

Oh... Thank you for saying so. It doesn't appear to be too rare, however.

[a pause.]

What is... Yo-yoing?

[did she pronounce that right? absolutely not]

[missmaladroite]

Ehehe.... what kind of art do you do? I'm a fashion designer.

[but the second she mentions Marintete's profile she's going into a panic]

Er-- I--- well, a yo-yo is a toy! And I know how to use one! But I don't know why they would put that on my profile! After all, it's not really a skill!

[bloodbiter]

Drawing and painting, as well as embroidery. What kind of clothing do you enjoy making most?

[deep breaths marinette]

Some of these are rather difficult to think of as skills, it's true.

[deformity]

Not anything good, I'd imagine. But I didn't think they would know some of this, given that we don't seem to come from the same place. Just how far is their reach...

[ He's reading through her profile at the moment. Skilled with a sword... Arts and crafts... and then he sees it. ]

You're... wait, you're taller than me...

[ EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE BOTH THE SAME AGE... She even weighs more, though Allen knows better than to bring up a girl's weight. ]

[bloodbiter]

They must have a great amount of knowledge. Some of these skills would be obvious to an observer, but others...

[a small smile]

I've always been very tall for my age.