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

[thanatosincarnate]

No.

{ 'Military', eh, Machias?

Naturally this means he'll be making note of it to involve you in some extreme training sometime just because. }

[breakshot]

And I see you're not one to mince words either.

[ sigh. don't bang down his door at five a.m. for training exercises now. ]

All of this only raises more questions. So far, there's been a primary focus on combat-related skills.

[thanatosincarnate]

{ No, he isn't -- and wow. Like he would... does he look like he'd do that!! Ok. Maybe, he just might. Even more than maybe. Hope you enjoyed your precious shut eye while it lasted, Machias. }

It could be a hint that they want to pull us into a violent conflict.

[breakshot]

[ noooooo he doesn't need another instructor neithardt in his life. ]

... Please don't say that. [ he's already concerned that's the case, don't jinx it! ] Though whatever it is, it certainly doesn't sound any better with each passing minute.