WEEK 1 - Online

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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_

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[tacklefordwhimsy]

[Shelley raises her eyebrows when she sees hers. Huh, this sure was...unexpected. Accurate, flattering in a way...she can't really complain]

"Favored" is not the word I'd use, frankly.

[Okay, she has one single complaint, but it isn't really that big of a deal]

[todorable]

[preventing the end of the world what]

What would you use? Having some supernatural favors doesn't sound so bad.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

I'd use the word "harassed". The supernatural is what caused at least half of my problems back at home.

[She is favored but she doesn't know it]

[todorable]

Lucky you? So what, you're a ghostbuster or something?

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Nah, I'm nothing like that. I'm just a normal woman, trying to have a normal life. It's just that the universe considers my city its chew toy, I suppose.

...but ghosts do exist. I know it.

[todorable]

You've met a ghost? For real? What did he want?

[tacklefordwhimsy]

She. I'm not sure what she wanted, but I suppose ghosts tend to be bored out of their minds and want some company that isn't a bunch of elderly people. I got shot by a gang and she came to pick up my soul and show me the ropes of the purgatory life.

It wasn't a fun time.

[todorable]

Wait--what? You got shot? Like, with a gun? And then a ghost took-- You're dead now!? Oh my god America is terrifying...

[tacklefordwhimsy]

England, not America.

[It is not eternal tea times and gentlemen playing croquet peacefully, buddy]

Nah, I'm not dead right now. I managed to get myself back to life through sheer determination and conquering my fears. I wasn't going to let myself stay dead!

[todorable]

[but why aren't you all just drinking tea and walking corgis? maybe taking some time out for alice in wonderland cosplay?]

...Really? Whoa. ...I mean, wow.

[hhhhow do you even talk to people who have not only done things with their lives, but also their deaths]

I mean, that's great. You must have some amazing stories.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Oh, I'm sure you do too! Come on, tell me about yourself.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Is that where the kidnapping stuff came in?

[tacklefordwhimsy]

You could say that.

But I suppose you would know more than anyone else about being kidnapped, Mr. Damsel in Distress.

[She is clearly amused about that!]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he's definitely pouting. yes.]

You get tied up twice...

[he's angrily muttering that to himself more than anything, really. then he realizes who he's talking to and just kind of. smiles awkwardly]

Well. You know how it is with supervillains. Most of Paris's probably been used as an hostage more than once.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

I wonder if your bad luck powers are what leads to that.

[Have you seen such a smug smirk, Adrien? She loves her smug smirk]

Your list of skills is interesting, to say the least. It's admirable.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[awkward... laughter...]

It sure is... extensive?

[what is there even to say about all of this that isn't incriminating why did he tell her about superheroes?? REGRETS]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Would it be okay to ask if your proficiency on walking in heels is directly related to your proficiency in modelling?

[Although she is not very surprised about the modelling part, pretty boy]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

No, my father never made me model heels. That was... something else entirely.

[how do you explain "i got turned into a copy of this girl who felt invisible"]