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

[allout]

[ ...there's a lot of things here for minako to (unsure) about, but one in particular makes her nose scrunch up as she looks to rhys. ]

...You're not gonna vomit on me, are you?

[jackhole]

No.

[ well, wait. ]

Okay, not today? Look, I have a really delicate stomach.

[allout]

[ she's just gonna

scoot her chair away a little ]

Try to watch what you eat. I don't wanna see that.

[jackhole]

[ oh my god??

he's not even going to respond, just look incredibly offended and turn away from her. ]