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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[al2955]

[ Upon arriving, the occupants of the ship will find themselves faced with a holographic display, showcasing, in alphabetical order, an exhaustive list of data on each of the 41 people on the ship.

Otherwise, there is no one in the conference room — at least until everyone is assembled. ]

[jackhole]

[ ahhhhh, time to react?? and rhys is definitely vain enough to immediately go to his profile which means, from one of the seats at the end of the table -- ]

Crying?!

[ he's so sick of being doxxed like this ]

[brooches]

[ This confirms her suspicions - her rightful suspicions. She nudges through the crowd, a few apologies here and there to see the plethora of new faces and - ...hers. She reads. Absolutely reads and feels her mouth grow dry. They know what she can do and they took it away. ]

Oh my God...

[parodeity]

I see we're tryin' to up the creepy as fuck rating.

[ dave doesn't really care about his own profile although some of the others are pretty funny. he's picked a swivel chair at random, although he's probably near roxy. ]

[antietam]

[ He frowns at his own profile, then speed-reads through everyone else's. ]

At least they're finding humor in all of this. [ Friend of trees why. ]

[parodeity]

Dude, you're a cult leader?

[ the important facts ]

[mnasthai]

[ There sure is a lot of information here, but Kazuma tries to find his card first, as he thinks it may give him some insight. And then he reads it, and just kind of freezes:]

I'm not eight years old... [ He looks a bit young sure, but he's easily identifiable as an older teenager. Besides, it's not like he's small standing at 6"0, though he is pretty skinny.]

[jackhole]

[ see the cult leader thing is true but the way rhys gives a groan and drags his hand over his face is not really appropriate an answer. ]

Yeaaaah, I guess. But it's -- it's weird and they're weird and I don't really like to talk about it.

[antietam]

[ Matching the information to the person... ]

Have you done that sort of manipulation here?

[chiseler]

[Well...this sure does explain quite a bit. There's a sense of very brief panic almost as he realizes there're a few key things about himself missing from his profile (and missing from himself and this just confirms that), but then again maybe that's for the best if everybody can see the thing. So of course he's going to be nosy and read everybody else's.]

Huh. All right then...[And that's all he says even as he slowly reads through all of them.]

[parodeity]

Was it a mushroom cult?

[ ??? jack said something about a weird mushroom obsession ok ]

[brooches]

No. [ Elizabeth says coldly, running her fingers against her biceps. Defensive position. ] I- ...I've been unable to feel anything that I felt before entering here. They took it from me.

[blondophile]

[Standing straight and erect, arms folded rigidly over her chest, Carta seems to be memorizing every last detail memory if her intense glare is anything to go by. There is the occasional twitch of the eyebrow.]

I require an explanation of what manner of weaponry "ramen" is.

[toprotecttheworld]

[Jessie reads through the profiles in her own chair, but she only skims what she's looking at. It's all tl;dr to her.]

Boring. Plain. Ugly. Almost cute.

[And then there's hers. Naturally Flawless, Extremely Gorgeous. Well, that's accurate, but why are they outing all of her Team Rocket skills? She's yelling at the circumstances in her head, but she's still in "play nice" mode so she'll keep that to herself.]

Well, at least they got the body markings right on mine. But what's with these last few?

[To anyone near her, she points at...Light Field. Grell Sutcliffe. Hancock.]

It's like whoever was in charge of these tried alphabetical order and then just gave up in the end. How lazy.

[parodeity]

It's a deadly and slow-acting poison mostly utilized by college students.

[allout]

[ ...oh. oh no.

this is bad - not for the fact that her weight and height are out in the open (though thankfully they left out her bust), but because right after that, "persona summoning" is listed as a skill. no one is supposed to know that; SEES had taken careful precautions to make sure that no one knew about personas besides the people that could harness them. besides, it was all supposed to be over. she had put an end to all of the fighting.

her face is noticeably paler than usual as she reads on, swallowing nervously. she can't let it look like she's bothered, but as she reads everyone else's names, her anger and uncertainty is beginning to mount. ]

...It's pretty rude to just reveal a girl's measurements like that.

[ at least they said she's charming. ]

[parodeity]

What's it like having a sword whose name you can actually fucking pronounce? Must be nice.

[ fuck welsh shit ]

[antietam]

[ Yeah, he realizes this is something personal to talk about after the fact and looks a bit apologetic. He just had to know about the universe manipulation. ]

Are you sure it was taken? Couldn't it just be distance from—your own reality, maybe?

[probings]

[harold is still taking things in stride (as much as one can, but freaking out does no good), skimming through the list and absorbing what information she can.

there's a snort here and there as some of the more humorous aspects of what she's seeing. but her tone quickly changes when she reads her own entry.]

My, my. You know I'm a flawless genius, but what's the deal with underselling my magic? Fire and water? Where's there rest? Dark, Light, healing, non-elemental—I can do a lot more than that! Hmph!

[she huffs a little, and she's going to be none-too-pleased when she sees the real extent of her limitations here. this is probably the first time she's been legitimately annoyed since they got here.]

[antietam]

[ No this is not what an eight year old looks like. ]

So we're being fed false information too?

[blondophile]

How would you happen to come across such knowledge? Have you utilized it yourself?

You look far too young to be a college student.

[jackhole]

[ ok but jack sucks ]

It was not a mushroom cult! [ rhys, why do you sound so offended?? ] It was a murder cult.

[ 100% saying that because it sounds cooler/more frightening atm. will regret later when told to murder each other, probably. ]

[brooches]

I can't use it. I've tried. Since the moment I woke up in those - those containers.

[ She struggled, remembering the air that laced between her fingers. No resistance - nothing. ]

I've walked in many realities and this - this is the only one I've been unable.

[deformity]

Yes, poor fool... he sounds sad and confused. And he's probably insane.

[ Crying?? Mass murder?? Allen's judging hard.

Wait, that's a picture of you. Whoops, sorry. (Except not really, he's still judging the mass murder part.) ]

Er. [ Here, have an innocent smile and a wave. Ha ha ha, nothing to see here. He didn't say anything rude. ]

[parodeity]

Nah, I'm not a high enough level to unlock the deadly ramen arts. But I was raised by a dude who was a master of 'em.

[ or whatever the fuck bro did with his weeaboo shit ]