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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_

Comments

[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?