cradleproject | WEEK 1

the pygmalion. . .

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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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I'd say they've succeeded. I'm skeeved out.

[he doesn't sound super creeped out but tbh half of his info is publically available usually. models. still, he's got to ask:]

What's a sylladex?

Hammerspace inventory system.

[ uhhhh. he's not sure how else to explain. ]

Do you have anything on hand that you don't mind me borrowing for a sec?

[Adrien just looks helplessly at his jumpsuit]

... Not right now...? Oh, wait.

[he forages and finds a-- is that de-cubed cheese. why does he have that. why did he keep that. he hands it off to dave with NO EXPLANATION adrien why??]

[ dave's gonna stare at this for a second??? ]

Ok, if I ever want cheese randomly I know who to hit up now.

[ he stores the cheese in his sylladex. Which means the cheese just...disappears from his hand since adrien probably cannot see the abstract concept of a sylladex since homestuck. A second later, he decaptchalogues it and hands it back. ]

So, basically that.

[there's a nervous awkward laugh at that]

It's. You know. Just in case.

[emergency stash??? time to move on and concentrate on dave's Cool Skill]

Oh! So it's like a pocket dimension?

[it's JUST LIKE HIS ANIMES]

Yeah, although my card capacity is like, way lower than usual.

[ he doesn't approve. ]

If they can take away people's powers... This is bad.

[that's No Good]

Yeah. It's not the only area in which I am experiencing technical difficulties, and from what other people are saying, it's not a problem for just me.

So they kidnapped us after learning everything about us, lowered people's abilities and... now what?

[This Is Great. he sure hopes his magical cat is ok since he's apparently on board]

Now...they're going to give us the lowdown after we're all here, I assume.

[Adrien just gives a look at everyone losing their shit over profiles]

... Great. That's going to end well.

Haha, nope, we couldn't even handle the ninja info cards. We're so fuckin' boned.

[ dave shakes his head. ]

Wanna make a cool-keeping pact?

Someone here's going to have to. Might as well be us.

[he holds his fist out for a fist-bump. that's how you make a cool pact right. what cool kids they are. no.]