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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[refactor]

What? How does it not?

[ He makes a particular motion of annoyance, because, wow? Wow. ]

Did you get dropped on your head as an embryo or what? Because, man. I'm starting to think you've got, like, serious delusions or something.

[thatbites]

[Look she understands on some level that he's probably tell the truth or at least really, really, really thinks it's the truth. But, damn, if it's not a lot to take in at once.]

I'm the one with delusions? You're some rich CEO from another planet. Do you know how crazy that sounds to everyone else? Would you believe me if I said I just fought over a dozen cursed cannibals on some frozen mountain? No! Because that sounds crazy!

[Emily throws her own hands up because god dammit she has to accept Mr. Alien.]

[refactor]

[ Jack does stare at her in surprise, but. It's not for the reasons she's expecting, probably. ]

I mean, yeah, mostly. I've fought cannibals on a frozen mountain before. They were wearing these stupid hats, even. I mean- No, it was kind of hilarious, because they were freezing to death, but. They weren't cursed. That part is kinda weird.

[thatbites]

What?

[No... Really. He just accepts it that easily she can't help but stare.]

I'm not talking about- Seriously? They're called Wendigos. They're not- [really real people? Maybe?] They aren't just weirdos on mountains that eat people. They're like monsters!

[How does someone explain cursed mountains?]

[refactor]

Wendingos? I think- Man, I feel like I've heard about those before. Maybe they live on the moon? I don't know. People talk funny there.

[ Because in Borderlands, everyone that lives on the moon is Australian. Why?

But regardless, Jack shakes his head, and he even waves a hand to dismiss the thought, since he knows that's not what she means. ]

Aaaanyways. I mean, of reasons to be cursed, eating people is probably a pretty good one, so I'm not really surprised. I mean, they make face pizza. Seems super curse-able to me.

[thatbites]

They don't live on the moon!

[Does she sound Australian to you, Jack? She just covers her eyes with a hand. Talking to this old man will give her headaches.]

Out of everything you've said... Yeah. It's really curse-y.

[refactor]

[ But they could. Jack at least lets the moon part of this conversation go, because he is mildly interested in the Wendingo thing. He shrugs, and proceeds onto what's a perfectly reasonable line of questioning in his mind. ]

So, what, you like fight Wendingos or something? Or I guess try to. 'Cause to be honest, you don't exactly look like someone who would— [ He cuts off that thought abruptly, seeming to change his mind about what he wanted to ask. ]

No, actually, nevermind. First, what're you packing to deal with them? Pistol, shotgun, bigger shotgun...?