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

[refactor]

Seriously? You're pretty much like- like the last person that can say that to anyone. Like she's Pandoran and I'll even half-assedly defend her here because you're way lamer.

[ And before Rhys gets too butthurt: ] I will name examples, just sayin'.

[jackhole]

[ JACK COME ON ]

Can't I just have this one? Just this one. Fuuuuck.

[refactor]

[ Yeah, Rhys's anguish here just gets Jack to laugh in that charmingly (???) obnoxious way of his. ]

Most of the time, yeah, sure, cupcake. Buuuuuut remember, I've seen both of you in action, and the Pandoran con artist? She's at least got a gun. Like, a stupid, gimmicky one, but still a gun.

[hatslinger]

I can't believe I'm agreeing with the murderous sociopath, but I am definitely agreeing with the murderous sociopath.

[ did you ever expect this delta attack from both jack and fiona, rhys

did you ]