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

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I meant... everybody's. [and now he has to consider the mass murder bit thanks rhys. he's going to be really careful and non-accusing when he asks:] So what's the better way to phrase "mass murder"?

[jackhole]

[ why does he feel like he's being judged for all the murdering omg ]

Uh, self defense?

[ what the fuck, rhys ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[...ok]

That's ... a lot of self-defense?

[DON'T JUST ACCEPT IT AS IS ADRIEN??]

[jackhole]

I was really stressed out, okay! And everything was exploding and it was -- it was a bad time. For everyone. Especially me.

[ . . . ]

Mostly me.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[...and the people he murdered, adrien assumes, but he doesn't know rhys's life. he apparently spends a lot of time crying? so maybe the guy really did have a bad time. he raises his hands in surrender]

Okay. I'm sorry I judged you.

[NO???]

[jackhole]

[ IT WAS A REALLY BAD TIME OKAY. so rhys just nods and looks satisfied. ]

Good. Don't do that.

[ and... that's all he's gotta say, apparently. gj, rhys. ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Alright?

[...ok but he's gotta ask:]

Soo, without any judgement, how is vomiting a skill?

[DIDN'T YOU JUST GO OVER THIS WITH CRYING??]