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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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[bloodbiter]

[she stops in her tracks as she sees him cast something; the fact that he's speaking to her doesn't do much to delay that pause. she turns towards him.]

We need to help you. This isn't you.

[tevinteriscoming]

[He's heaving, clutching his chest as is turns back to rot, black liquid seeping between his fingers.]

No, I don't want - don't make me. I can't - I can't -

[He doesn't seem to know what he's saying; he seems too confused and disoriented to know who she is or why she's there.]

[bloodbiter]

[she steps over the enchantment he's cast carefully, moving quickly but precisely towards the next crystal. she takes care not to step on the mines, but she needs to destroy this last piece of influence.]

[tevinteriscoming]

[It cracks, and with it, the last corpse turns to dust. The red glow in the room vanishes as well.]

[bloodbiter]

[once it's broken, she turns towards dorian, looking to see how he is. she doesn't let go of her sword just yet, but she takes a step towards him.]

Dorian?

[tevinteriscoming]

[He's collapsed on the ground, black liquid pooling beneath him. When she says his name, he doesn't answer aside from a pained groan.]

[bloodbiter]

[she knows this might be a trap, but she moves towards him regardless. as carefully as she can manage, she reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder.]

It's going to be alright. We'll bring you back.

[tevinteriscoming]

[He takes a shuddering breath, though he still keeps his arms crossed tightly around himself.]

Is it? Look at me. I'm not all right at all.

[bloodbiter]

We'll find someone who can heal you.

[as for everything else... well.]

[tevinteriscoming]

That's what he was trying to do - he was trying to heal this.

[Pressing his hands tighter against the wound.]

I'm not sure it can be healed.

[bloodbiter]

Of course it can. It's just that everyone who was here before us... They went about it in the wrong way. They were awful.

[she reaches out for one of his hands.]

Can I see it?

[tevinteriscoming]

[Pulling away, although, since he's starting to get the picture of who she is, he tries to maintain a little dignity.]

No, I'm sorry. Thank you for being kind and coming all this way, but I'd rather you not see it.

[bloodbiter]

...Of course.

[she withdraws her hand, and pauses for a moment.]

You should know - this isn't real.

[tevinteriscoming]

Ah. [He says that as though it gives him some clarity, rather than being perplexing.] Is it not? Yes, I can see that.

[bloodbiter]

[another pause, looking at him with concern.]

You remember, then? The Cradle Project, and everything we've all been through.

[tevinteriscoming]

Not exactly, but that isn't important. I have no desire to dwell in someone's imagined torture chamber a moment longer, so I will end this.

[It's as he says - he closes his eyes, lets go of his chest and tents his hands together, and takes a deep breath; the dream is starting to fade.]