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_

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[monsieurchatastrophe]

Really? [could he sound more dubious] I've never actually met anyone's siblings, so I guess I wouldn't know...

[when will you learn not to trust him adrien]

[puzzlesss]

[ .......... you sweet summer child. ]






It really does feel as if I'm misleading a puppy when you respond in such a way.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[POUTS IMMEDIATELY AS HE REALIZES HE'S BEEN HAD]

Ha ha. Very funny. [also rude he's not a dog!!! ...not that he'll mention that but it's the principle of the thing]

[puzzlesss]

[ HE SEES NOTHING.

but given his smile and the chuckle he offers, he at least heard it. ]

Forgive me. [ heh. ] If I'm responding honestly, which I am, I understand that Clover and I's relationship might not be something you can discern with just a look. [ ... ] Well... When we're separate.

[ they're all about that sibling gossip girl'ing when they're together. now, since he's interested what shenanigans clover has gotten to on this ship: ]

How did you meet Clover?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he nods along to that even though light can't see it adrien]

Oh! She was rapping in the ballpit.

[well that sure is an explanation.]

[puzzlesss]

[ and he seems entirely unsurprised, as he raises a hand to his chin. ]



... Ah, was she? I'm surprised it took her only three days.

[ the f in field stands for friggin' weird. ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Yeah. She was pretty good!

[then they threw balls at each other but im not making him say that out loud he is PG]

Do you guys ever rap together?

[this is worse]

[puzzlesss]

[ it is worse. it really is.

to that, light




pauses. and: ]

... I'm afraid "rapping" is not one of my skills. You've seen that—quite literally.

[ .................

is that an answer? ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

You don't have to be good at something to do it. You should give it a shot sometimes.

[now who's teasing who??]

[puzzlesss]

If you choose to go down this path, Adrien, I'll have no choice but to be merciless.

[ he'll mercilessly tease the kid for his return fire.

he'll mercilessly rap at the foot of his bed every night and deny him the beauty of a peaceful sleep for daring to make that kind of suggestion. ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[...well then]

What does that mean?

[puzzlesss]

Would you like to find out?

[ don't subject the 15 year old to this light

is he even serious about this

WHO KNOWS ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

... No?

[is that the right answer what answer gets him out of this alive???]

A...anyway, Clover's nice!

[puzzlesss]

A wise choice, Adrien.

[ narrowly steers away from the bad end....... ]

But yes—she is. Energetic as well, of course... as those who rap in ballpits can be. I'm certainly glad you two are getting along.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Of course! Why wouldn't I?

[a genuine question clover is a fucking delight tbh]