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_

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[thanatosincarnate]

{ At an earlier point in time, Arumat would have considered it a waste of time, or said so -- but here their situation was different. As Grell elucidates, his brows are slightly raised, and he's more focused on hearing her speak. Listening in to others in this case was something familiar -- akin to reading someone on the battlefield. }

Insightful. Knowing about their quirks can prove to be useful in time. Maybe sooner than later -- yet I'm not sure what they would see in a man like that. But, that's their prerogative as to whether or not those hidden qualities are useful to them.

{ As far as he's concerned it's indeed a lot to sift through, but it's not like he needs to pay attention to every single one here. }

[erythristic]

[and, she thinks, she could do something similar for him if she tried. pick apart his word choice and make guesses on what type of person he was, a vague story weaving together in her mind. but he's spared her analysis for today, for there are more important things at hand.]

No one becomes a leader without a story behind it.

[even kings were children once.]

But that's only one person out of the many here.