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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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[antietam]

[ He glares when Luke starts pulling at his hair, but he reaches down to grab Luke's free hand and hold it. ]

No, I just... thought I let you down. Seeing you possessed is worse than being possessed. [ At least Adam being possessed wouldn't be quite so dangerous. He shakes his head. ]

It was all Adrien not being the last one and needing a new host and then you went into the vents just like one of them. [ He's glancing around nervously. ] Can we go somewhere without one of those?

[chiseler]

[He doesn't seem to object to that either, keeping a grip on Adam's hand to keep him focused.]

Guess it's a good thing you're never gonna have to see me possessed, isn't it? You're okay. We're going to figure out how to wear her down and over to Nuwa without either of us losing our minds.

[He can't help but make a face though because that's...] Creepy. That's really kinda creepy. [He glances up at the ceiling.] I don't know many rooms that don't have a vent though. Isn't that the point of the ventilation system? The lounge might be safe but...we need to keep moving and make sure the others are okay, too.

[antietam]

[ He's still not sure that's possible, but he doesn't seem like he's going to give up yet. ]

Hold on. [ He squeezes Luke's hand and looks at him seriously. ] How are you doing? Has anything been happening? We need to focus on ourselves first.

[chiseler]

[For once he doesn't argue about self-preservation and he lets Adam stop him from wandering off to another part of the ship. He's silent, shaking his head after a short time.]

I've been okay, but I don't think you're the only one experiencing weird hallucinations like that. And a lot of our friends are back. Have you seen them yet?

[antietam]

In passing. [ Pun not intended. Mostly he was stumbling around the halls due to illusions—seeing the dead wasn't so weird. ]

I lost track of everything once we separated. I don't reckon anyone should be alone here—think it's too late for another buddy system?

[chiseler]

It might be too late but if we go around finding the others and directing them toward other people, they'll congregate on their own. That's the important part. That shouldn't be too hard right?