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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[unasking]

[He sure isn't going to answer the kidnapping bit bc he dabbled in that a little bit in his wild youth... in some situations, kidnapping can be ok, man!!

Really.............

Though Frankenstein will also smile pleasantly.]

If I sounded or looked my age, wouldn't that make it rather difficult for me to enjoy the life I've attained?

[nah light he's hot shit]

It's almost a shame you can't see for yourself. I'm rather proud.

[puzzlesss]

[ ok well they're going to need a discussion about that.

because he has not had good experiences with kidnappers. ]

Ah, there's no need to raise my expectations like that. Given you've had one thousand years to develop your... What was it? "Impeccable hair care", however... perhaps there is merit to that boast.

[ yeah in the list of his skills impeccable hair care is what he's picking out. ]

I do have my methods that allow me to visualize features, but I doubt you'd much enjoy someone touching your face.

[ even if it's face touching for science. ]

[unasking]

[touch his face, light, just do it, just fckin do it]

I at least appreciate that you take into consideration what I want.

[consent is sexy]

[puzzlesss]

Is that permission granted, or a request denied?

[ consent is sexy.

children, look away! don't get carved! ]

[unasking]

[why are you like this]

Request denied.

[A wave of his hand.]

I'm more than a pretty face, after all.

[even if his face is very pretty]

[puzzlesss]

[ pft. he does chuckle at that. ]

Yes... So I've heard. [ quite literally. ] Most of it was unexpected, but I won't pry.

[unasking]

[SO YOU WERE ONLY INTERESTED IN HIS PRETTY FACE

Though that does manage to surprise him.]

Oh? Am I expected to return the favor?

[what if he wants to pry???]

[puzzlesss]

[ it's so pretty he can see it past his blindness. in the darkness, a shining light...!

light's expression doesn't change, but there's certainly a shift in what is usually his calm exterior. maybe it's the small second of hesitation. ]

I expect nothing. [ ... ] But... well, I don't suppose I have to mention that questions asked are not guaranteed to be questions answered.

[unasking]

How about a compromise? Secrets and non-answers are acceptable, however I'd rather not have to pick through lies at the moment.

[And he thinks Light has enough honor to uphold this.

Well. Maybe. Taking it with a pinch of salt anyway.]

[puzzlesss]

[ .............. ]

... Haha. Yes... I could at least spare my champion some effort.

[ compromise accepted, with a careful smile after that very pensive pause. ]

That would have been my method of response regardless. Lies are far too much trouble—they always end up revealed in the end.

[unasking]

[Yeah....

Yeah, he can't say the same hAHA SHIT.]

Morphogenetic field receiver - is that to match the young girl who is apparently a morphogenetic field sender? More so, I presume she's your sister?

[puzzlesss]

[ whatever

he'll just be unexpectedly shonen on his own ]

... Clover Field is my sister, yes. She's a very energetic young woman—I'm certain you'd like her.

[ .......

he sure absolutely addressed all the questions there! ]

[unasking]

If she's as charming as her brother, I'm certain that I would.

[charming in the sense that he's at least endlessly entertained]

Is the communication between the two of you one-way then?

[puzzlesss]

A compliment like that will make me blush, Frankenstein.

[ :) ]

And no, that would be rude. When one speaks, it's proper to respond. Though there are times when she has much more to say than I do.

[ that's

an answer ]

[unasking]

Blushing at a compliment paid to your sister? Well, not unheard of, I suppose.

[but

that sure is an answer]

.... you two must be close.

[that's

also a response]

[puzzlesss]

It was one paid to me as well, indirect as it was. I admit I wasn't completely aware that you liked me.

[ that is also

an answer to an answer ]

But, yes, we are indeed. We engage in mutual conversation often.

[ yeah

morphogenetic conversation? non-morphogenetic conversation? who knows ]

[unasking]

So far I like just about everyone.

[please don't flatter yourself]

I would hope so - silence between siblings sounds sad.

[he's going to presume both

both is good]

[puzzlesss]

Ah... So it seems I was mistaken in thinking what we had was special. I suppose that chicken we shared meant nothing, after all.

[ .... :)!

and yet despite how much this ~hurts~ him, as his words would imply, he continues in the same tone he's had this entire conversation. ]

Was that all you were curious about?

[unasking]

How could one forget the first decent meal they had on the ship?

[they call me heartbreaker

That said, he's going to nod.]

Primarily that, yes. The rest of it isn't too shocking.