WEEK 1

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (1)

tuesday - thursday (41) survivors Yesterday's revelation weighs heavily on your mind — or perhaps it's barely crossed it. Either way, you have to admit that the atmosphere of the ship has changed dramatically. Now that everyone has had a night's rest (or perhaps no sleep at all, despite the newfound hospitality), a change of clothes, and their newly acquired possessions back. Despite the dark turn of events, the ship is quite bright now, seemingly bubbling with life — mechanical life, that is. The cafeteria robot was busy all night preparing an illustrious breakfast for everyone, so anyone who enters the cafeteria on Tuesday morning will find platters of food laid out across the many tables, hot and ready to eat. Other than that, the ship seems mostly the same as it was before. The same areas are still restricted, such as the large room looming in the center of the ship as well as the elevator that never comes no matter how many times you may press the up or down buttons. It seems you must make the most of your dire situation, and watch your back for daggers all the while. taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook murder proposals ENTER COMMAND_

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[isodope]

[And as the clothes get tossed in, he makes a round of applause as the flames grow higher and the smoke gets a little darker.]

Bravo! You're a regular little anarchist in training. Soon you'll be setting all kind of kings on fire.

[bloodteller]

[ that sounds kind of important, and she's not sure she's ready for that kind of responsibility??? is it even a responsibility??? who knows. yuno's not much of an anarchist, though this certainly does have it's charm. if only because there's probably, somewhere in this damn thing, that ai watching. take that! ]

It's like sending out a message to her, right? She's seeing this, so she'll know that we won't listen to her.

[ okay, so maybe that's a bit of anarchy in itself. ]