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]

Sometimes you just.. fall into it.

[ you know sometimes literally?? she's going to just not mention athena here. ]

[refactor]

[ Jack raises an eyebrow at that, since he may not exactly know just how much Fiona is going to take to it, but he can definitely take a guess at why she would say that. And at least as such, he's not going to comment on that directly, since he doesn't want to open up the can of worms that is the fact that he actually knows Athena fairly well. ]

Yeah, you Pandorans seem to be real good at that. Just falling into stuff that isn't your business.

[hatslinger]

[ i think whether my planet needs to be liberated or not is definitely our business is what fiona would say if 1. rhys wasn't there and 2. she wasn't worried that jack would kill her on the spot. so she bites her tongue. ]

Yeah, us pesky Pandorans and our stupid skags, always ruining a good heist. Must run in our blood.

[refactor]

I would literally not be surprised.

[ Do you know how many Pandorans have ruined his (totally not evil) schemes? Too many. Jack scoffs and sits back in his chair. ]

Listen, professional advice, in that case. Get out of the business. [ He smiles weirdly pleasantly, but that's just Jack... ] Because you know, Vault Hunters? Kiiiiinda get in the way of me, you know, getting to the Vault. So I'll kill you.

[ As if there were any doubt to the idea that Jack was definitely going to just pursue the Vault again when he returned, he'll at least dispel that quite quickly. ]