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

[deformity]

[ Ah... He hesitates. It's important that they get as much information as they can about the situation here, and that includes the people here. But that look on her face -- is she desperate? Dangerous? After a moment's pause, he nods and lets it go. He's not here to (deliberately) make anyone feel bad, especially not a young lady.

And Lavi will probably let him know if he's missing anything vital anyway. For now, he doesn't have to know. ]

... All right.

[bloodteller]

[ her body relaxes, tension falling with her shoulders. ]

Thank you.

[ her hand moves, and her expression remains caught between frustration and desperate. don't ask about her diary, please ]

...It's rude. To look where people don't want you to, and display it like this... I won't forgive anyone who takes advantage of this, and the person who did it.

[deformity]

[ He raises an eyebrow. ]

You don't think it'll help us all to know these things? Your secret can stay yours, if that's what you wish. But I think even a little bit of information will help. Something inoffensive, perhaps?