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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[monsieurchatastrophe]

[woops, he actually looks distressed at that.]

Um, that's... It's... [blurts out:] It's a brand! It's my-- my father's brand of jewellery.

[well that's definitely believable]

[unasking]

[ . . . . ]

I hope you don't sincerely believe I've lived a thousand years and am so easily fooled.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he winces]

I'm sorry. It's just-- I'd rather not talk about it.

[he knows, intellectually, that his secret identity is probably fucked the second he transforms, but he also doesn't want to give away the details on his ring's powers. it seems like just asking for trouble.]

[unasking]

Then tell me so.

[At least he's not offended.]

Keep your secrets, however I can't say that I approve of lies.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I don't like lying either, but...

[it's more important to keep his secret.]

I'm sorry. It's nothing against you.

[unasking]

I understand that.

[It also reveals that there's something very intriguing indeed about this ring - but Frankenstein supposes that too will eventually come to light. He doesn't push it any further.]

Everyone has their secrets - to hold anything against you would be hypocritical.

[which he like. totally is sometimes. but not right now.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[that gets frank the world's most genuine cinnamon roll grateful smile. If there's one thing Adrien's afraid of its rejection o o p s]

Thank you, Frankenstein.