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

[parodeity]

Yeah. It's not the only area in which I am experiencing technical difficulties, and from what other people are saying, it's not a problem for just me.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

So they kidnapped us after learning everything about us, lowered people's abilities and... now what?

[This Is Great. he sure hopes his magical cat is ok since he's apparently on board]

[parodeity]

Now...they're going to give us the lowdown after we're all here, I assume.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[Adrien just gives a look at everyone losing their shit over profiles]

... Great. That's going to end well.

[parodeity]

Haha, nope, we couldn't even handle the ninja info cards. We're so fuckin' boned.

[ dave shakes his head. ]

Wanna make a cool-keeping pact?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Someone here's going to have to. Might as well be us.

[he holds his fist out for a fist-bump. that's how you make a cool pact right. what cool kids they are. no.]

[parodeity]

[ FIST BUMP IT IS. that is absolutely what cool kids do when making cool pacts.

dave knew he liked adrien. ]

A'ight, no losin' your head, now.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Right back at you.

[~bros~]

[parodeity]

[ now they just have to not die so their friendship can be written across the stars!!!! ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[well now they're definitely dying in the first month. you jinxed it. they're dead.]

[parodeity]

[ that's only supposed to be for romances!!!!!!!!!!!!! wow ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[you never considered bromance!!!!]

[parodeity]

[ shit guess we're dead peace out mourn us a lot marinette and mom ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[rip catboy and lavadave]