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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[jackhole]

[ stop with all this shade ]

Yeah, yeah. I have a delicate stomach? Leave me alone?

[ have standards, jason todd ]

[antagonize]

I could leave you alone, but come on. I'm curious. How much vomit are we talking about here? Is it projectile vomiting? It's gotta be impressive to be considered a "skill".

[Rhys brought this shade upon himself.]

[jackhole]

[ JASON WHY

but rhys actually looks like he's considering it here, even if a little sheepishly. ]

I guess it depends on how the gravity is at the time...

[ why is that an important factor in your vomit, rhys??? ]

[antagonize]

[LUCKILY jason is good at bullshitting making guesses based on little info.

which brings him to—]

What, like vomiting in microgravity?

[Did you puke in space, Rhys??????????]