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

[tevinteriscoming]

Oh. I'm jealous of yours. How did you manage to get on their good side?

[Why shouldn't he be flawless and extremely gorgeous.]

[toprotecttheworld]

What can I say? They certainly have good taste.

[The rest of it is creepy, but she's definitely going to gloat over this while she still can.]

What did they put on yours?

[tevinteriscoming]

They noted my moustache, I'll give them credit for that. But I must admit I'm disappointed they failed to mention my excellent skincare regimen. And I'm worried they left my maxed out charm, intelligence and courage skill on the wrong card.

[toprotecttheworld]

You have an excellent skincare regimen, you say? I'm always looking to exchange tips, anything to help keep beautiful more beautiful, as I'm sure you understand.

[Please tell her your secrets.]

Maybe they're expecting the charm to speak for itself. I can maybe see where you're coming from. If I squint.

[tevinteriscoming]

Sadly, my potions are not here. But I'd be thrilled to exchange tips.

[And laughing. She really is sure of herself, and it's rather wonderful.]

If you squint? Have I not been charming enough to convince you?

[toprotecttheworld]

Let's just say I'm a difficult girl to convince.

[He has more charm than certain cretins, however, that shall not be named.]

And what goes in these potions exactly? They better let us access some showers soon, I can only keep my hair perfect for so long.

[Somehow...her hair is still perfectly shaped. It's a miracle.]

[tevinteriscoming]

Then I shall have to try harder. Or are you holding out on me to get me to reveal all of my secrets? Tsk, tsk, tsk, I won't be so easy.

[toprotecttheworld]

I wouldn't want you to be easy. I'm a girl who knows how to get what she wants.

[And that's.

Beauty secrets. Not Dorian.]