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_

Comments

[brooches]

Stop throwing it! You're just as bad as Mr. Jack! My lord.

[ Yells across the friggin table?!?! Why do people keep throwing things!! ]

[todorable]

Oh no, he should throw it again. It's definitely going to work this time.

[al2955]

It will not work, I am afraid.

[ Just for clarification. ]

[jackhole]

[ SHUT UP, NPC ]

It might.

[todorable]

Isn't doing the same thing over and over, hoping for a different result the definition of insanity? Or at least, of a waste of effort?

[jackhole]

Okay but I used three tablets that second time. So. You know. Not insane.

[todorable]

Oh! Silly me, overlooking that detail. Forgive me, you're completely justified in tossing electronics at a hologram.

...At least use a mirror or something.

[jackhole]

[ okay that gets him to stop short ]

... Mr. Jack?

[ you don't mean this jack, do you? his jack? oh my god ]

[brooches]

Yes...? [ WHAT SHE DO WRONG. ]

The man with the - [ Vague gestures around face. ] stuff against his face? He was keen on throwing these tablets as well...

[ Jack taught her something good. he taught her tablets! ]

[jackhole]

[ rhys is just going to sigh now and press his hand to his face. ]

God, he's going to be so smug when he hears this...

[brooches]

[ at least rhys stopped long enough to judge her and no more tablets were thrown.

success! ]