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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[brooches]

Wait!

[ Elizabeth calls out over loud music that nearly glazes over her words. ]

What stipulations - I never agreed to any of this!

[ Oh, still not getting through, she shoots up out of her seat and slams her hands against the table. Her words carry much louder than she had ever spoken to anyone before. ]

Don't gloss over your explanation with promises of a meal and warm bed - what ... what is this Pygmalion?!

[ Liz pretty mad tbh ]

[al2955]

I am afraid a choice was not given to any of you.

[ She'll just clear that up, in case it wasn't obvious. ]

The Pygmalion is a state-of-the-art cruiser model spacecraft, the ship that you currently occupy.

[brooches]

Who's authority do you have to make such a decision - you... you monster!

[ Sorry, she's triggered, give her some time. ]

[al2955]

I am sorry, Elizabeth.

[erythristic]

...I'm sorry, but what is a "spacecraft"?

[she's trying to listen, she is, but if this woman can explain where they are, that she wishes to know.]

[al2955]

A spacecraft is much like a boat. It is meant to canvass the cosmos.

[ She attempts to put that into poetic, Victorian terms, just for Grell. ]

[erythristic]

[that helps a lot, actually, her brain can parse that easily as opposed to a technical definition.]

So we truly are traveling among the stars...I see.

[just let her process her worldview being shattered, ok. that plus everything else she's been told adds up to a terrifying conclusion.]