WEEK 1 - Online

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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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[puzzlesss]

[ light feels this, he really does. luckily he has a sister that allows him to catch on to the details of the situation fairly quickly. otherwise, he'd be a fish out of water.

or well, a human out of sight in a world with holographic interfaces.

... not that he knows that this is her predicament just yet. all he knows is that there's a woman he hadn't been aware was there, due to her silence, but he manages to catch her position when she shifts just the slightest. ]

... It's rare to meet an individual who handles an uproar so quietly.

[ says the one who's also been rather quiet. ]

[erythristic]

[she could say the same.]

There's little call for me to contribute to this when everyone else is doing the yelling on my behalf.

[it also allows her to hide her tension better, when she's quiet and can concentrate on not giving a thing away. to choke back the agitation she feels at knowing everyone knew about the scythe. that was hers.]

I prefer to make my statements when everyone's a bit quieter, even if an actress does know how to make her voice be heard over everyone else.

[puzzlesss]

Ah. I can appreciate being able to keep yourself collected for that long, but I feel as if you might be waiting a while... Given the large amount of data we received, we'll most likely witness equal amounts of frenzied responses.

[ he certainly feels a bit unsettled himself—knowing that these mysterious individuals know... well, much more than he's even told most people, but he's good enough at keeping that under lock and key. there's nothing to gain from showing displeasure and distaste so openly, nothing to gain from adding to the panic or vocal suspicion.

actress, though. acting... ]

Perhaps this is an odd question... Would you happen to be Jessie? I believe hers, or yours, was the only skill-set in which "acting" was explicitly mentioned, but...

[ but the vibe he got from her card was way different than the one he's getting right now. considering "yelling" was also one of the skills. ]

[erythristic]

Jessie? Oh no, that's not my name. Mine is Grell.

[but hm. another actress in this group...she hadn't paid much attention to cards beyond her own for the moment. it's an interesting fact to take in.]

And who do you happen to be?