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_

Comments

[isodope]

Yep! Well... no, this music is actually hundreds of years old by my time standards, but it's about one of 20 songs that actually still exist.

[And it happens to be his 3rd favorite song of 20.]

If you don't like it, madame, I'd be happy to change it up.

[erythristic]

Hundreds...do you mind me asking what century you're actually from?

[hold on, she's processing this. space is one thing. time travel is another. at this rate what's next, a unicorn made of precious gemstone to waltz down the hallway? lord, she doesn't know.]

[isodope]

Um...I wanna say 23rd? I'm not too great at math when it comes to anything other than money, but that sounds right.

[Really, who needs math except for counting money anyway?]

Are you from before that time?

[erythristic]

[she takes one breath. then another.]

...The 19th century, as it so happens.

[now excuse her as she moves to sit down and accept this newest shock to her system.]