WEEK 1 - Online

[al2955]

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

[blondophile]

[Prepare to be pointed at, because that is indeed a very demanding looking, if not accusatory digit extending to add weight to Carta's tone.]

Explain, young lady!

[toprotecttheworld]

Don't you "young lady" me, I'm older than you are!

[Because the mods said I had to guess her age and Jessie is a Christmas Cake.]

Ramen is instant noodles! You add hot water to them, and they're delicious! When you have to eat them, of course.

[blondophile]

A lady never boasts about her age! [Pretty sure she's gotten that one wrong, but it's the spirit of the argument


Wait. What.]

What?

[toprotecttheworld]

I can see grasping simple concepts is difficult for you, but I'll try to explain. They're dry noodles. You add hot water. You wait three minutes. When the three minutes are over, you have salty, seasoned ramen from practically nothing at all.

[blondophile]

How tragic, to find joy in instant food. You've must have led a tremendously difficult life.

[toprotecttheworld]

I can find joy in all food. I bet your granny tongue is just about to rot out of your mouth. There I go, forgetting our ages again. Then again, it's tragic you started greying in high school.

[blondophile]

What a pity that my natural marking does not please you. Then again, I see you're enamored of gaudy dye for your own.

[toprotecttheworld]

You take that back grandma! There's not a single drop of dye in this gorgeous hair of mine! Some people can pull off color, and other people are boring or old!