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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[socloverit]

[If any of you were hoping to just, like, pretend that hologram with all your personal and/or embarrassing information wasn't there, that sucks, because Clover's here reading all of it out loud for her blind brother and probably snickering every now and again too. All of this is surprisingly devoid of peanut gallery commentary, except...]

...amateur espionage, morphogenetic field sender... [???????] ...They shouldn't know that.

[ALSO WHAT'S THIS AMATEUR SHIT SHE'S GREAT AT HER JOB (she's not)]

[parodeity]

What's a morphogenetic field?

[ asks the time traveler. ]

Also, favorite Nicki Minaj verse, go.

[ that's the command, show your skills. ]

[socloverit]

[it's a good thing she's been given an out to answering that first question because she absolutely wasn't going to regardless

any conversation Clover was about to have with anyone else at all is now on hold because she is slamming her hands on the table, standing up, and having the fuck at it

she does the voice changes and everything, who knew her voice could get any higher-pitched?? this has clearly been practiced.]

[parodeity]

Holy shit.

[ dave for one looks delighted? like, he's noticed she didn't answer his other question but he also won't press it.

the second answer was better anyway. ]

Ok, you win best skill ever.

[socloverit]

[look at how thrilled she looks, look at her flipping her hair over her shoulder, jesus christ clover]

There isn't really much of a point to listing anything for anyone else, huh.

[like she's trying to be smug but she's too GENUINELY CHIPPER about all this delight to really manage it]

[toprotecttheworld]

Amateur espionage, huh?

[Look at Jessie's profile. It says "espionage", nothing amateur about it at all.]

Maybe I'll give you some pointers if I feel like it.

[She won't feel like it, she just wants to gloat over something stupid.]

[socloverit]

[She's got this look like she wants to sass Jessie back so, so badly, like she's gonna start saying something, but it's bad enough that that's even on her profile; she can't risk rattling off any other classified details just for a sass-off.

But god does she want to.

She settles for a dramatic roll of her eyes and her best attempt at sounding dismissive.] Whatever.

[bloodteller]

[ okay 1) don't read her information outloud and 2) YOU'RE 19 ]

You... talk too much.

[socloverit]

[first order of business: glancing from the profile cards to Yuno. and back to the profile cards. she lingers on them for a purposeful few seconds before looking back at Yuno and she's judging. she's judging hard. nineteen]

Take your issue up with whoever set up the fanciest, most advanced space technology they could put together but didn't think about a putting together a basic text-to-speech option.

[glances really briefly at the profile cards and BACK TO YUNO AGAIN]

[bloodteller]

[ if you have something else to say say it my god. she's so uncomfortable!!

but, hey. the only person she knows who might benefit from that is the pervert, so. ]

You know the blind man?

[socloverit]

[NO SHE'LL JUST SETTLE FOR JUDGY PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE GLARING she gets even more judgmental-looking when she notices Yuno's discomfort, even, but she answers the question brightly.]

We're siblings.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[CONVENIENTLY DOESN'T HEAR MARINETTE'S]

At least they put your rapping on there.

[socloverit]

[NATURALLY]

Well, they got the important stuff. And look! We've got one in common!

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[...he hadn't noticed that and he just. deadpans]

Wow. Yeah. Look at that.

[s...sighs]

Though I think I'd rather not make use of it.

[socloverit]

That kind of talent doesn't come easy, y'know! You should work it!

[the hazards of being liked by Clover]

[todorable]

...What's any of that even mean?

[socloverit]

...

Nothing. [that's convincing]

[todorable]

[surprisingly enough, he is not convinced]

If it's nothing, then what's the problem if they know it? Seems like there's nothing to know.

[socloverit]

Then there's not a problem. [SUPER CONVINCING] But it's definitely nothing for you to know.

[puzzlesss]

[ add "best sister" to the skill list, honestly, except there's some things on the list that are... you know. Things. ]

... Well. I am at least very familiar with Miss Minaj and the running in high-heels.

[ CLOVER??? why is he figuring things out here about his own sister

this might be the few rare times where he actually has a little switch in expression, in a sea of "CAN DO ANIME SHIT". ]

[socloverit]

The yelling's nothing new, either.

[clover.......... she's actually pretty distressed about the implications here!! this is a problem!!!]

No one is supposed to know that stuff, and I wasn't supposed to let a bunch of strangers find out...

[insisting on not talking about things until they could find privacy was USELESS UGH!!!! and now she feels bad for pointlessly keeping secrets from him]

[puzzlesss]

[ clover…….. he’s obviously not going to push for deet deets here and now, even if it is revealed to everyone and their mom and the bodyguards their mom has hired, but you know. ]

… It’s all right, Clover. I doubt you could have controlled this information leak, given some of the… details we’ve already been provided.

[ how the fuq do you find some of this stuff out. also, how the fuq do you even kidnap people like this? ]

I’m certain others are equally concerned with their own information being mined and revealed in such a fashion as well, so perhaps you won’t have to deal with too many questions for the time being.

[missmaladroite]

[conveniently doesn't hear Adrien's]

Is that true? How did they get all of this information?

[socloverit]

[naturally]

I don't know. [She says it way too sharply, but it's not directed at Marinette.] This is ridiculous!

[missmaladroite]

[Don't worry, Marinette is equally pissed at creepy kidnappers] And completely illogical! Half of these don't make sense, and the rest--- [MAKE TOO MUCH SENSE] are things no one should possibly know!

....

Well, they are right about your rapping, though. [Thanks, Marinette]