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_

Comments

[thatbites]

[Adrien.]

Okay, no more of that allowed going forward.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Sure, sure. Sorry.

[he does not sound sorry and he does not mean it. he is puntastic. it's awful.]

[thatbites]

Maybe it's there because you're so easy to make fun of.

[Actually making cat puns. Way to be a nerd.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[... he can't... technically... disagree...]

I think that's what the "bad luck" is about.

[aka he gets made fun of as chat so much. so much. at least it's all water off a duck's back beyond a few pouts]

[thatbites]

[Okay, she smiles at that.]

Guess we know that one isn't a joke now. Just got to work through the rest.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Ooor we could call it Schroedinger's list and leave it at that?

[adrien is that a sneaky cat pun. bad adrien. bad.]