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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_

Comments

[tevinteriscoming]

[The lock is covered in runes, and seems to require some sort of spell to break it. Upon closer observation, it's clear that the runes spell out an intricate puzzle; magic must be used to align each one in place according to some sort of riddle written out in Ancient Tevene.

...Or you could just bust the door down. It doesn't seem like Dorian's dream accounted for someone trying to do that.]

[thanatosincarnate]

Ridiculous.

{ ...

The look on Arumat's face right now can't be uttered into just simple, plain words. He raises his Laser Scythe and aims to try to cleave the door in twain — and then probably bust down what's left following that. Sorry not sorry. }