WEEK 13

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (13)

monday - thursday (10) survivors Sunday's trial was only mere hours ago, but you find yourself faced with a new week on The Pygmalion. When you awaken, you will find that the ship is still in disarray; there is no robot prepared breakfast, nor has any of the damage been repaired. The ship bears power in the rooms you have decided should have power, though the lights are dim. Without Alice, you are all on your own. The ominous pressure of the Queen Mother still looms, though you no longer feel Her presence. taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

Comments

[chiseler]

The perfect world designed on a lie. Yeah, I think I'll pass, too. You think melting them is necessary? [But he looks enthralled by the idea of setting more things on fire so whatever it's cool.] We'd need somebody to spot us outside of the cradle from what I gather so we can pull each other out. There's ten of us left, we can pair off. It's actually not a bad plan. If we can trust Sunny to be truthful about what she's said. But I trust her more than River.

We don't have lemon juice...but we're in space. We could find a hunk of space rock and throw it at her? That's a thought, too. [...wait.] I get teleportation, I used to be able to do that, too, but talk to me about clairvoyance magic. What does that mean?

[douchemag]

Who cares about necessary? I just think it'd be fun seeing them burn.

Why don't we just ram the ship into her until she dies? [what is this bullshit talk about escape I SAY WE KILL THE BEAST] And it's probably not what you're thinking. I can mass broadcast images or messages into people's heads, so it's useful if you need to keep track of shit going down on a battlefield.