WEEK 1 - Online

[al2955]

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

[puzzlesss]

[ yeah probably. while also simultaneously cursing them, because their blind kid is named "light" and their unlucky kid who keeps getting kidnapped is "clover".

for dave's comment: an amused smile. ]

Our parents can at least be commended for their originality. Fortunately, two was all they had. I'm not certain how far they would've gone with it.

[ Corn Field?

Mine Field? ]

[parodeity]

[ nice job field parentals ]

Haha, shit. Yeah I can't think of any other names after that which would be like. Moderately acceptable. Sports fields are all I can think of what the hell.

[puzzlesss]

I suppose if they wanted for a particularly athletic individual, "Soccer Field" would have been an apt choice. If they really found themselves at their wit's end, there are also the color options. "Green Field".

[ these are the conversations they have. ]