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

[hatslinger]

Thanks. It's a nice color, right?

[ she's sweating over that question, though, because she hardly even knows how to answer it beyond just saying "what the fuck is a vault" ]

It's like.. uh, treasure hunting? Sort of? Vaults are like.. giant alien treasure boxes that might make you go insane?

[ that isn't even the tip of the iceberg, like, what the hell is eridium even

fiona's definitely subconsciously looking at rhys even if they're sort of not talking at the moment ]

[allout]

Yeah! I could never really paint my nails, [ because tartarus climbing absolutely murders a manicure ] but that makes me wanna try again...

[ blue is def your colour, fiona. but she's paying attention to her explanation as well, nodding along. weird. ]

Sounds dangerous, but pretty cool! I mean, if you haven't gone insane...

[hatslinger]

Might be able to find some polish amongst the rest of the nonsensical items on board the ship. A manicure could help your nerves.

[ she is totally talking about the ballpit. ]


Uh, yeah, I'm plenty sane thankfully. For now. You can typically tell when someone's a psycho. The whole maniacal, homicidal screaming is a dead giveaway.

[allout]

You think so? Maybe I'm due for one, then.

[ yukari and mitsuru were always better at maintaining that kind of stuff, but she never asked them about it. maybe now was as good of a time to learn as ever. ]

Yeah... I'm kinda familiar with it. [ ikutski is the first one that comes to mind. fuck that guy, seriously. ] Good to hear about you, though!

[hatslinger]

I can help you. It's kinda hard not to screw it up unless you've done it a few times. I had to do my sister's for years.

[ they're totally going to have a beauty night ]

[allout]

Seriously? [ omg. fellow kidnappee spa day? fellow kidnapee spa day. ] I might actually take you up on that!

[ you are such a breath of fresh air from rhys, fiona. bless your heart. ]

I'm Minako, by the way. Minako Arisato.