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

[douchemag]

[Judar's just been skimming through these briefly because ew reading, but Grell's does catch his eye.]

What's the difference between a regular scythe and a death scythe? Do you just call it that because it sounds cool?

[sounds like ANIME SHIT TO HIM is what he would say if he wasn't also from anime shit]

[erythristic]

...I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that.

[what. how does he know. she knows it isn't manifested, so the feeling that shoots through her is cold, vicious. and yet, she maintains her peaceful demeanor so none of it shows to this stranger.]

[douchemag]

[What is she, deaf? And because Judar's one of those people, he'll clear his throat before repeating really slowly and really loudly:]

DO YOU. JUST CALL IT. A DEATH SCYTHE. BECAUSE IT SOUNDS COOL.

[erythristic]

I can hear you just fine. Why are we talking about "death scythes"?

[you can hear the air quotes in her voice, and she turns her head towards the direction of the man's. what did he know. already she's wishing she had something with her - even a pen. that could be useful.]

[douchemag]

Then why'd you say you couldn't?

[Judar gives her a weird look - he hasn't even figured out that Light's blind yet, let alone this.]

Uh, because it's up there on that projection? Along with a whole bunch of other stuff. [that he doesn't care about reading...]

[erythristic]

It's a figure of speech-what projection are you talking about?

[that light? that's too brilliant to be a projection type that she knows, but with everything else...]

Like slides?

[douchemag]

Uh...no? What? Why would anyone project a slide? You wouldn't even be able to go down it.

[medieval fantasy moron here whose only definition of 'slide' is the playground ride...]

[erythristic]

A slide. A picture on glass.

[get with the modern (1889) age, Judar.]

You can project them to a room.