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[al2955]

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

saturday (10) survivors Something is different. You can feel it in the air: an ominous presence that weighs down the ship like it's underwater. Try as you might, you can't escape the feeling that you're being watched, the sensation of someone just out of view tailing you. Tensions are high, and paranoia grows with it. You feel it more than see it, and that's what warps your perception of the ship. Is it darker? Are the lights dimming? Who is it that calls out to you? Why is it so cold? Who can you trust? The distinct sensation of not knowing who your back is to wraps around you. There is one thing you can trust in, however; though you feel exposed, you are not alone. Mother is here for you. taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he's already transformed, grasping his staff with BOTH ARMS!!! THAT HE DEFINITELY HAS NOW!!!! THANK GOD!! who is a teenager girl. he's been quiet and tense and shaking with jitters the whole time, but that might be because he's got a personal connection to the queen. either way, he still stands at the ready watching the whole thing... and then just laughs, nervous]

... As if this entire scenario wasn't messed up enough.

[al2955]

[The next time he blinks, the walls of the ship have been replaced with pulsating, rotting flesh. Creepy, but not too bad--

--and then the smell will hit him. His enhanced sense of smell has been fully returned, but the only thing he'll be able to smell is the reek of putrid flesh, rotting corpses, the stink of pus and guts and decay. The entire room is absolutely filled with it, as strong as if someone had shoved his nose directly into a corpse that's been out in the sun for days.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[haha joke's on you it's just like smelling hancock's mouth!!!!!

by which I mean he brings a hand to his face to cover his nose and mouth and-- nope, it's not enough and it's too late he runs to an empty corner to puke. he rhys'd it. he heaves a few times but his stomach was already empty when he puked, so it's all bile.]

Glad I... didn't eat breakfast today...