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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]

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.]