
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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[ rhys...rhys stop doki-ing, but ok looks like this cool (not) kid thinks you're ok! good job. ]
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[ 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 ]
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You have a blog? What do you even blog about? You're like, sixteen. ... Angsty stuff?
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[ 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 ]
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[ 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 ]
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[ dave...wtf ]
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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 ]
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I mean...if there were a skateboard around, yes?