WEEK 13 - I can't lie to you about your chances, but you have my sympathies.

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (13)

sunday (41) survivors Something in the air breaks, shattering from deep within space itself - and to accompany that sensation is a psychic scream. The ship shakes, coming to a screeching halt as a bright light explodes outside it. It pulses, not unlike a heartbeat, that crawls and crawls along at a slow, grueling pace. The last illusion has been broken, the last mental tie severed and crushed. You've done well up until now, and you can reap the benefits of Her labor; the dead walk among you, after all, and as Her scream rings out, a burst of energy shoots through the residents of the Pygmalion. It's clearly a desperate bid, but it doesn't root itself in place. Instead, you feel lighter than ever - Her attempt to claim you has only unraveled the string that kept you in place. The 40% limit has been lifted, and you are at full capacity. The chains have been broken. Go freely, heroes. taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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[breakshot]

[ With the fight against the queen in the horizon, the crew was in for a hell of a last battle. Fortunately the weapons locker escaped the last conflict relatively unscathed, leaving Machias an opportunity to grab a shotgun and a shitload of shells. Given his orbal shotgun was gone now, he had to make do. It'd make things easier if he had his orbal arts, but unfortunately magic simply wasn't an option.

All that doesn't change the fact he's tired as hell, especially given he hasn't actually slept in weeks - none of the dead have. When he sees Allen, he'll quietly shuffle on over and take a seat in the empty spot nearby. ]

Hey. Mind if I sit here?

[deformity]

[ mumble mumble feel free but keep the shotgun on your free side bc no one wants to sleep on that zzzzz ]

[breakshot]

... Thanks.

[ That's pretty much the answer he anticipated so he's just going to straight up collapse against the wall and get that shut eye, quietly murmuring over to Allen. ]

Get some rest. Aidios knows we'll definitely need it.

[deformity]

[ That's awfully nice of Machias. Allen nicely tosses an extra pillow at Machias's face, ducking into the sheets wrapped around him to hide his smile. ]

Mm. Your stress level must be a million times higher than mine. I'd say you deserve all the rest you can get.