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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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Warning: undead people

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[Congratulations, there are no giant bees, and as you requested...here is Shelley! She's in the distance, but she's not alone. There's someone with her, someone tall, lanky and green. Machias may notice he resembles a version of the Wee Folk that pestered him and the rest back in the cradle, but it's not the same.

Say hello to the Devil]

Well now, looks like there are visitors in town today. Why don't you go say hi, Shelley?

[He vanishes in the blink of an eye, but Shelley stays, and starts moving...startingly quick. Once she gets close enough you'll notice this is not the Shelley you know and like.

And...judging from the sounds that are suddenly coming from not only the buildings, but from farther down the street, she's not alone]

[deformity]

[ Fighting Akuma and the Millennium Earl? No prob. Zombies, vampires, and other supernatural monsters? MUCH PROB. SUCH PROB.

Allen quickly backs away and if he's slightly behind Machias now, that's completely coincidental. ]

Shelley?! [ Forget honorifics!! ] What in the world are we supposed to do about this, Machias?

[breakshot]

How am I supposed to know?!

[ ALL OF THOSE THINGS don't necessarily exist in Erebonia either!! Not to his knowledge, anyway. Vampires and supernatural monsters? Stuff of old legends, not murdergames!! ]

Shelley! [ Machias has his gun up, taking some very careful steps backwards for every step Shelley advances. ] Come on, it's us! Snap out of it!

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[All reply from that Shelley is a growl, she's not listening at all. In fact, talking to her make her focus. She jumps forward, aiming for Allen - Machias has a gun, that'd be suicide, as far as she knows - and intending to take a big bite out of his head. Looks like talking won't be useful at all!

From the houses and buildings, more seemingly undead people are coming out. A dozen or so start to surround them all, and, strangely enough...there are another three Shelleys among them, looking exactly like the other. No one is approaching slowly, being undead isn't hindering anyone]

H-Hey!

[Suddenly the shine of headlights appear from the end of the street, someone is coming! And...riding a golf cart. There's a golf cart coming, all flimsy and not very fast, but seems to be fast enough to outrun anyone.

Driving it is Shelley, and she looks like normal! Looks like this is the real one. She runs over one of the versions of herself and comes to a stop near Allen and Machias]

What are you two doing here?!

[You may want to get in, although it'd be good to try to keep anyone else at bay, somehow]

[deformity]

Miss Shelley, you're alive! [ No, Allen isn't crying at her heroic rescue. Maybe just slightly. In his heart. Bless Shelley...

Of course, he hops in with a quick glance at the zombies and a muttered "Pardon me." ]

Machias, hurry -- [ Chop chop because Allen's going to activate his Innocence to hold off the horde temporarily. ]