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

[parodeity]

To drive us crazy with this shit musical taste.

[ muTTERING he apparently chose to sit next to adrien so they could fist bump and talk and shit i guess but yeah ok

priorities are good to have he supposes carry on ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[i immediately approve. he gives a surprise bout of laughter before quieting down and muttering right back]

It's bad, right? Maybe we're here to listen to their mixtape.

[parodeity]

Only way they could get anyone to listen to this crap, let's be real.

[ dave crosses his arms. ]

Should one of us like run to our rooms to get this datapad rulebook or whatever?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Are the doors opened? I thought I heard them lock when everybody came in.

[parodeity]

...I mean, point. Why bother telling us the explanation exists in our rooms if we can't get to them, though. Do you think asking for a datapad to be brought here would accomplish anything?

[ JUST TELL THEM ALREADY, dave thinks ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I don't think so. They're probably the kind to go "all will be revealed in due time" or something.

[yeah who cares about food he just wants to know >:/]

[parodeity]

Do you think we can get pizza in here.

[ HE GOT FANCY AJ, MAY AS WELL TRY dave stay on topic ]

[al2955]

[ A minute later, three robots arrive in the room, carrying platters of three different pizzas: one plain cheese, one with vegetables, and one with pepperoni and sausage. They are sat in the middle of the table for anyone to eat. ]

[parodeity]

[ OKAY, DAVE'S OK WITH LIFE AGAIN. ]

Thanks! [ is muffled through a slice of cheese pizza ]

[al2955]

You are welcome, Dave Strider.

[thatbites]

[Emily is here for free real food. She'll reach over to take a slice.]

Good thinking, you two.

[parodeity]

Fuck yes it was, best idea I've had all day. If we're gonna sit through an explanation we're gonna do it with pizza.

[ that makes murder orders better right ]

[thatbites]

At least there's that. I've missed eating something hotter than lukewarm.

[parodeity]

Right? Hell, I've missed just pizza in general. It's cruel and unusual punishment to not supply teens with a steady stream of pizza.

[ he's pretty sure that's a thing. ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

The answer to that was apparently yes?

[he's just going to... reach for a slice. has he ever been allowed pizza idk but fuck his diet tbh]

[parodeity]

I have MISSED pizza. Holy shit.

[ not as much as aj but maybe nearly ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

In three days?

[it is adrien's understanding that most teens eat pizza like, all the time, obviously]

[parodeity]

Try three days on top of three years, man.

[ dave strider's life is a TRAGEDY. ]

[missmaladroite]

[Please don't look behind you, there is a Marinette staring dreamily with her hands up to her face..... ♥ Adrien is there ♥]

[She could have a pizza date! Dinner!! With Adrien! ♥♥]

[...you know, if she can bring herself to talk to him]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[immediately turns around because he feels stared at]

[hey!!! it's marinette!!]

[waves at marinette]

[todorable]

Despite all the other insanity going on here, I've got to say that the pizza delivery in 30 minutes or less was a surprise. Nice work, by the way.

[parodeity]

Thanks, I try. And yeah holy shit this was the fastest pizza delivery ever? I think this goes in the book of world records.

[todorable]

Does it count as a world record if you're in space? Do you have to tip extra if it's coming from millions of miles away?

[douchemag]

[On one hand, free food! On the other hand, free food that he doesn't recognize. Judar pokes at a slice of pizza dubiously.]

This is supposed to be food?

[Despite his complaining though, he is at heart a lazy mooch, so he'll cautiously take a nibble...before his eyes widen and he proceeds to cram as much of the slice into his mouth as possible.]

Holy shit ohhhhmygoood.

[parodeity]

[ dave grins. ]

It is the best food, I can't believe you doubted my tastes for even a second, bro. I am a connoisseur of all things cool as fuck.