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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[todorable]

...What's any of that even mean?

[socloverit]

...

Nothing. [that's convincing]

[todorable]

[surprisingly enough, he is not convinced]

If it's nothing, then what's the problem if they know it? Seems like there's nothing to know.

[socloverit]

Then there's not a problem. [SUPER CONVINCING] But it's definitely nothing for you to know.

[todorable]

[super unconvinced... he drops it, anyway]

Alright, alright. Sorry, I didn't mean to sound pushy. You just seemed a little miffed, so it caught my attention. I didn't know if there was anything I could do to help.

[socloverit]

[hey, no, he's not allowed to be nice about it, now she feels kind of bad about snapping at him so she's gotta quit snapping. don't make her use her manners.]

...Just forget about it. It's— ["nothing" is not a valid answer and "fine" is a straight-up lie but there's nothing to be done for it, either, so she just kind of dismissively waves her hand.] Whatever. You can help by forgetting about it.

[todorable]

[all according to keikaku]

Got it. In fact, I'd tell you something interesting about myself to make you feel better, but I guess I'm pretty unexceptional, compared to this group. I could make something up, though!

[socloverit]

[this is a group of fuckin anime bullshit ft. her dumb psuedoscience is what it is, which is probably why this concept amuses her so much]

Hehe. Yeah, okay, tell me your best fib.

[todorable]

Alright. Don't tell anyone, but... I'm actually an Olympic sprinter and pentathlete; I won my first Ironman at 15, and can hit a target while on ski or horseback from 500 meters. I'm a popular idol singer and international model, and can charm literally anyone to do literally anything. Of course, touring and training is a lot of work, but while I handle all that, I'm also top of my class at Keio University, double majoring in international business and political science. And sometimes, I can fly.

[the story trips off his tongue terribly easily for someone who is pulling so much from his ass]

[socloverit]

[He says that so easily that Clover kind of needs a second to absorb all of that? There's this moment where she just sort of watches him and lets that sink in before she bursts into laughter. Well done.]

Haha! Only sometimes? [snickergiggle, Totty's hilarious, we can keep him] Your secret's safe with me.

[todorable]

Only on major holidays. I appreciate your discretion, you wouldn't believe how many people want to catch a ride and we have to end up going by cross country ski instead.