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

[hatslinger]

[ rhys then receives a barrage of kicks because it definitely is time for a kick fight ]

Well don't get any of your emotion on me anymore. Think I had enough of it when we were tied up.

[ yeah she still remembers the drool thing, she's sick of your bodily fluids on her rhys ]

[jackhole]

[ ow ow ow ow!! he's kicking back because they're both like five and that's just happening, apparently. ]

Oh my god, that was spit! Not emotion! Emotion's an entirely different bodily fluid and, and -- it's not a bodily fluid! Shut up!

[ . . . ]

Also, stop kicking me!