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WEEK 1 - Online
| 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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Uh, what.
[ That's it, that's his response... But he does look at Rhys, because who else would be "Rice". ]
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Yeah, you're him all right! You look just like the picture he had. [Which he had 100% forgotten about until this moment...] Man, he went on and on for like half an hour on how hot he found your body and how honored he'd be if you chose him as your concubine.
It was really creepy. [And this is definitely a completely accurate recollection of events.]
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Firstly, can you blame him? I mean, look at me. Second, yeah, I don't know, people that work for me, they just get super obsessed? It's weird. But this guy, hard to believe, but he's not even the most obsessed person I've met. Thaaaat would be the janitor that— Actually, no, I'm not finishing that story. Thirdly, you're totally misunderstanding, because, uh, concubines? Who even has those? Not like that at all. [ A thought seems to occur to him, and he snickers. ] Here, I'm going to draw a picture to explain. Gimme a minute.
[ Which, honestly, Judar will probably need a minute to try and force those first two points out of his mind... Jack just shakes his head as he swipes Rhys's tablet for a moment. Thanks, Rhys! He opens up a drawing app and quickly gets to work. but it doesn't take him too long before he finishes his work of art. ]
There we go.
[ At which point, Jack pushes the tablet to Judar to take a look. Jack, of course, misses that this comic is slightly insulting to himself: ]
I'm at least, like, 95% sure that this is how cupcake here pictures this.
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If you're a king and you don't plan on marrying him, then 'concubine' works as well as any other word! Or wannabe concubine in this case, I guess.
[But then Jack presents him with his drawing and ALL THOSE POINTS FLY OUT THE WINDOW to be replaced with the most beautiful work of art he's ever seen.]
Ahahaha, that's it! [He points at the OOH MISTER JACK OOOH panel, laughing his ass off.] That was exactly his face when he was talking about you! Wow, you're really good at this, they should've put artist down on your list of skills!
[If this comic somehow presents Jack in a bad light, Judar sure as hell doesn't see it...]
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[ At getting his art praised, Jack actually does look decently proud of himself like a moron, and all of Judar's rudeness is (briefly) forgotten for the time being. ]
Well, I mean, if they listed all of my skills, it'd probably overflow the text field. So they had to pick the top ones or something, I bet. [ shut up Jack ]
But sadly? Totally believe you. He's kinda... [ He makes a vague gesture with his hands ] Obsessed. So I'm not surprised at all.