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_

Comments

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[honestly all of frankenstein's are pretty innocuous to Adrien, but he's also the poster boy for "dark is not evil", so.]

I don't think they care much about being rude. What're they doing this for, though?

[unasking]

[???? honestly he's a little surprised and impressed that Adrien's still approaching him

But mostly irritation is the only thing that's reading on him.]

I presume to cause unease. There are many here who have powers that can be considered dangerous - the only reason to expose those skills in particular would to be able to put everyone on the same page. While I'm not against the idea in theory, in practice it can create tension. Three days isn't long enough to build camaraderie, after all.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

That makes sense. Though I think tension might've been the point.

[he gestures to ... everyone's generic WTF reactions]

[unasking]

Well they're certainly not helping us make friends.

[An irritated sigh.

Though he also has a bit of a History with how humans react to his powers.... so he glances to Adrien, quirking a brow.]

I won't be insulted if you put some distance between us. It may be safer.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[??????]

Safer from what?

[genuinely curious. WHY WOULD HE POSSIBLY DO THAT??]

[unasking]

[ . . . . . . he forgot how naive children could be]

People often band together to take out the most dangerous suspects, Adrien.

[and he can point out a few key figures that sure do look worrying]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

What-- why would they think you're dangerous?

[YOU'RE SUCH A NICE ADULT also wait no more than that]

People aren't going to turn on each other over this, are they?

[unasking]

You said it yourself that tensions are rising.

[Frankenstein sighs.]

That said, if it's possible to keep people from fighting, that'd be ideal. I have an interest in maintaining the peace since my qualms exist with our captors, but I'm uncertain how effective it can be.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Yeah, but fighting against each other is just stupid. None of us are the bad guy.

[CHILD SUPERHERO LOGIC]

[unasking]

[ . . . it's so pure, it warms his fossil heart a little bit.]

You're most likely correct.

However I'd still rather you not get wrapped up in foolish prejudices and fears.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

It's fine. I can take care of myself.

[said with the cocky demeanor of someone who knows his fucking magical girl artefact is around here now, yes]

[unasking]

Those are concerning words from a professional damsel in distress.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[throws his arms up in the air]

Why is everyone focusing on that, it's not even true!

[YOU GET TIED UP TWICE... CONTROLLED BY VILLAINS TO DEFEAT THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE LIKE FIVE TIMES...]

[unasking]

Is it not?

[Well, he enjoys trolling a little bit.]

And what of the rest of it? Are those your extracurriculars?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Um... yes?

[most of them, at least....... he's also a bad liar]

[unasking]

[and he'll just keep pressing on, smiling pleasantly]

And what exactly makes your ring miraculous? I don't recall hearing anything about that.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[woops, he actually looks distressed at that.]

Um, that's... It's... [blurts out:] It's a brand! It's my-- my father's brand of jewellery.

[well that's definitely believable]

[unasking]

[ . . . . ]

I hope you don't sincerely believe I've lived a thousand years and am so easily fooled.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he winces]

I'm sorry. It's just-- I'd rather not talk about it.

[he knows, intellectually, that his secret identity is probably fucked the second he transforms, but he also doesn't want to give away the details on his ring's powers. it seems like just asking for trouble.]

[unasking]

Then tell me so.

[At least he's not offended.]

Keep your secrets, however I can't say that I approve of lies.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I don't like lying either, but...

[it's more important to keep his secret.]

I'm sorry. It's nothing against you.

[unasking]

I understand that.

[It also reveals that there's something very intriguing indeed about this ring - but Frankenstein supposes that too will eventually come to light. He doesn't push it any further.]

Everyone has their secrets - to hold anything against you would be hypocritical.

[which he like. totally is sometimes. but not right now.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[that gets frank the world's most genuine cinnamon roll grateful smile. If there's one thing Adrien's afraid of its rejection o o p s]

Thank you, Frankenstein.