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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[refactor]

[ Jack probably should have expected that, and yet, he still seems surprised. His slightly improved mood at the idea of fucking with Rhys drops pretty quickly into a flat expression. ]

Yeah, funny thing about masks. They hide things that I don't want people seeing.

[ And also things he doesn't really want to talk about, because he can count the people that know about that on one hand pretty easily considering most of those people are dead. And there were even some of them that weren't his fault! But in terms of an answer, it's not quite a "no," but it's not really a "I'll consider it" either... ]

[jackhole]

[ stop it, aubrey. but rhys seriously is testing his limits here because he just sort of grins and folds his arms, leaning back in his chair. ]

Okay but what if someone murders you and pulls out your eyes and mask and the only thing left to ID you is your scar but no one else on this ship has seen it so they ask me to do it but I haven't seen the scar yet so I can't tell anyone that you were killed and then I can't get revenge for you because I don't know what your scar looks like because you never showed me it because you're insecure? What then?

[ rhys, you've been away from jack too long. now, you're like a stupid eager puppy who talks too much. ]

[refactor]

[ Yeah, Jack isn't happy about Rhys's enthusiasm, since considering his crazy paranoia, he's kind of forgetting that Rhys is just. Obsessed. ]

First, you're assuming that I'm going to get murdered, which is super insulting. [ That's important to point out, but for the second part, his tone does drop to a more serious one. ] Second, you're pushing your luck. Pretty sure my eyes aren't my only identifying feature, pumpkin.

[jackhole]

[ okay then time for rhys to remind jack that he's just obsessed. he looks genuinely surprised here when jack says that. ]

Oh... but what else would it be? I mean, you have really nice eyes, Jack.

[ sorry, fiona. you have to listen to this stupid conversation. ]

Also, everyone gets murdered, Jack. You're already supposed to be dead soooo, yeah. Just looking out for you, is all.

[refactor]

My great body? My perfect hair? There are a lot of features to go for here, cupcake.

[ Really, why did you ask, Rhys? Jack is absolutely vain enough to think that there's plenty about him that's perfectly handsome and unique. Yet despite his pretty adamant refusal to show what's under the mask, his expression at least shifts away from angry, and he sinks a bit lower in his chair as he... sulks. He's pretty much sulking. ]

Listen, I can count the amount of people that have seen me without the mask on one hand. I don't show it to anyone. [ Well, minus those people. ]