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

[todorable]

Despite all the other insanity going on here, I've got to say that the pizza delivery in 30 minutes or less was a surprise. Nice work, by the way.

[parodeity]

Thanks, I try. And yeah holy shit this was the fastest pizza delivery ever? I think this goes in the book of world records.

[todorable]

Does it count as a world record if you're in space? Do you have to tip extra if it's coming from millions of miles away?

[parodeity]

Uh...if we have to tip at all they're out of luck since I'm pretty sure our captors stole all my mad money.

[ also boonbucks mean jack shit out of the game ]

[todorable]

[hey that doesn't mean you can't tip with them]

Yeah, and all my...

[ha ha he is broke]

...I bet this is one of those cases where there's some secret charge for us breathing on the food so we're already like twenty billion yen in debt.

[it is not stopping him from chowing down, tho]

[parodeity]

Eh. Worry about that when it comes around, I guess?

[ DAVE SURE DOESN'T CARE ]

[todorable]

That's generally the best course of action. If you can run fast enough, anyway.

[dine and dash: the matsuno family's favorite way to eat out]

[parodeity]

Run away fast enough while trapped on a spaceship in space? I mean, we can try.

[ dave... ]

[todorable]

[okay, so he didn't think that part through very well]

...Rrright. --But, if this is a ship, where're we going? And who's driving?

[parodeity]

No guesses as to either of those. Probably not Martin Martian?

[todorable]

...You really don't worry about much.

[parodeity]

I do, I'm just pretty good at keepin' it on lockdown.

[ a shrug. ]

[todorable]

[an answering shrug]

Hey, I didn't say it was a bad thing. Keep fighting the good fight so that the rest of us can flip out without shame.

[parodeity]

Hey, just let me know if you ever need to flip the fuck out and I'll be your straight man.

[todorable]

You'll be the first guy on my speed dial.

[parodeity]

I'm touched as fuck. Got the warm fuzzies and everything.