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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[jackhole]

[ time to give an actual solid, truthful answer to this question ]

... Ehhhhhhhhh.

[ and then he just waves a hand dismissively. that's his answer. ]

[parodeity]

[ ??? IS RHYS SECRETLY SUPER CHARMING??? ]

Why are people I like always from like, ridiculous murdery societies these days, anyway. That needs to stop being a thing, why the fuck is that a thing.

[ looking at you trolls

although he didn't originally like them ]

[jackhole]

[ rhys just takes a moment to process that and just

immediately brightens ]

Wait, are we friends now or something?

[ could you say no to this face, dave? ]

[parodeity]

You're on my list of potential bros, yeah. Gave you a gold star and everything.

[ did he just puppy dog face at everyone until they murdered for him, dave wonders ]

[jackhole]

Hey, that's... that's really nice of you, man. Aw.

[ rhys, stop fucking doki-ing at the thought of friendship and get it together. ]

-- Wait, when did I get a gold star?

[ try explaining that conversation to him, dave. just try. ]

[parodeity]

It's a metaphoric gold star, and that would beeeee about halfway through our first conversation.

[ rhys...rhys stop doki-ing, but ok looks like this cool (not) kid thinks you're ok! good job. ]

[jackhole]

Huh.

[ he's just going to consider this and nods. ]

Well, considering the state I was in when I met you, I guess that's pretty cool? You're a cool guy, Dave.

[ jfc someone stop this ]

[parodeity]

I am the coolest guy. [ dave won't stop it...sadly... ] Shit, I have a blog and everything.

[jackhole]

[ are they seriously going to have this conversation here? yeah. ]

You have a blog? What do you even blog about? You're like, sixteen. ... Angsty stuff?

[parodeity]

Well, I used to have one. I gave up updating it to focus on my webcomic which I...gave up updating to work on Dave ebubbles I guess?

[ lmao ]

And shit no, angsty stuff is the opposite of cool. I'm pretty sure I did a review on Tony Hawk? Like, the person, not the games.

[ it's a masterpiece ]

[jackhole]

You sure give up on things a lot, huh.

[ rhys, that's such a douchey thing to just point out. look at yourself. you have no right to criticize other people. ]

... Who's Tony Hawk?

[ oh no ]

[parodeity]

He's a pro skater although I'm pretty sure he's an old man by now? I hope he doesn't skateboard anymore, I feel like the elderly shouldn't skateboard, they might get, like, injured.

[ dave...wtf ]

[jackhole]

[ rhys is going to consider this for a moment way seriously than he should

and then

he makes sure to say this next part about of earshot of jack. ]

Do youuuu... think... you could help me teach an old guy how to skateboard?

[ yes he wants to kill jack via skateboarding ]

[parodeity]

[ rhys do you like jack or hate him wtf ]

I mean...if there were a skateboard around, yes?