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

[al2955]

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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QUESTIONABLE PILOTING

[antagonize]

[Did someone call for a pilot? Because that was... probably a mistake. Yes. It was a huge mistake. If you're asking yourself how such a thing could be a mistake, then you won't have to wait for long. Take a look inside the recently unlocked command center, and you will find not one, but two teenagers. Specifically, Clover and Jason. Light isn't far off because he's never allowed out of Clover's sight ever again, some level of exasperated by this mistake but probably not as much as he ought to be??

Both of the destructoteens seem to be getting acquainted with the equipment, however. This can only end well.]

Ooh, what's…omigosh. [And it's at this moment that everybody who doesn't come see this mistake for themselves learns exactly what kind of terror is about to be unleashed, because Clover has found the PA system, and she's waving Jason over and beaming as her voice rings out on the ship.] Attention, Pygmalion! This is your newly-appointed co-captain speaking.

[Oh god. This is a mistake and we are all going to die but when was the last time we heard Clover sound this sincerely happy? Not in a very long time, probably. Jason is dutifully joining her over by the PA system, shit eating grin already in place as he gets ready to make this as (un)pleasant an experience as possible.]

And this is your other newly-appointed co-captain speaking. We suggest you buckle up, travelers, because we're in for one hell of a bumpy ride. Please be sure to keep your screaming and crying to a minimum. If you feel the need to rue the day your captains were born, you can start a queue by the door.

Emergency exits are located absolutely nowhere, so please, sit back and enjoy the ride. Captains Field and Todd, signing omigosh Jason look what I found—

[That may or may not be the least reassuring thing to have ever been uttered, but there we go. Once the "announcement" is done, the ship will be treated to several great musical hits to add ambiance to their experience.]

[al2955]

[ The cockpit itself isn't incredibly remarkable. It's dark, but the buttons and doodads are lit up with a bright, cyan backlight, so it is very easy to see. Before the two of them stares the Queen's gigantic, horrific eyeball, unblinking and aware. There's two seats; one for Jason and one for Clover, with plenty of room for at least two other people to join them in the back, though there aren't seats provided for them. The walls are also lined with mysterious buttons, but they probably don't want to push those. There's several screens in front of Clover and Jason, and one large screen up top, above the window, that displays several rooms on the Pygmalion at the moment. Each of the feeds are up and running, and it's easy to flick through them. There's also a speaker that can't be turned off at their leisure, where they'll be able to hear whatever it is that people shout back at them. Because of course the new co-captains got to field any complaints about their driving skills. The other screens are exactly what you expect them to be, and they're displaying a big, blinking red ping in front of the dot marked "PYGMALION." Not surprising.

There's two metal hooks on either side of one of the chairs - this one is used to steer. On the other chair is a a stick, hopefully one of them is good at either holding things at full throttle or fighting back against resistance, because this controls the speed. In case of emergency, there's a pair of similar metal hooks on this chair's arms, too, and an emergency speed control button on the other chair's control panel.

What I'm saying is, this is going to be bumpier than anyone expected, because they're going to need to coordinate to some extent. ]

[socloverit]

[For the first few moments of Starships following the announcement, things seem like they're going okay. The PA has been turned off so no one is subjected to the destructocaptains' banter, only the booming of Nicki Minaj. It is relatively smooth sailing. Clover has found her way into the speed-controlling chair and yet we haven't died yet.

And then.

And then the bass drops.

We're higher than a motherfucker—

WE'RE GOING FULL THROTTLE]

[antagonize]

[As the bass drops, so does the life expectancy of everyone aboard the Pygmalion. Not only is the ship going full throttle, but Jason is encouraging this behavior by steering the ship directly at the Queen's gigantic pupil.

If they're going to die, they might as well die in style.]

[douchemag]

[Judar probably should be out fighting the drones, but...nah they're a bunch of gross bugs, that sounds like a super boring waste of time to him? Let the other kids handle it. So instead he's hanging out here instead, eyeing the equipment curiously and trying to press one of the buttons on the wall every time the destructoteens' backs are turned.

You know that shitty cat that slaps everything off the table the second you put it in front of him? Yeah, that's basically him right now.]

Hey, you think if we set the outside of the ship on fire, we can roast the bitch's eyeball from the inside out?

[socloverit]

Ugh, I let you guys play in an incinerator for, like, five minutes and now it's— [lowering her voice and waving a hand around for the purpose of comedic mockery] —"bleehh, what can't we set on fire."

[clover

anyway she's turning to shoot him the same look of exasperation you'd give that shitty cat about to knock stuff over and sighing.]

Maybe but I think we'd also probably melt.

[douchemag]

Hey, if it works, it works. And you really think I haven't wanted to set shit on fire before your whole incinerator deal?

[granted fire is like one of his worst elements when it comes to magic, but lightning still totally counts!!]

Ehh, I bet it'll be fine. And also totally worth it.

[socloverit]

Fair point. [she doesn't know what she expected. why is it always fire, though]

Ugh, go set fires on the other end of the ship, I don't wanna melt.

[she's long since given up on "don't set fires"]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[you know, he has been avoiding everyone and everything rather aggressively, and he normally wouldn't complain about this, either, except he is sick and tired of being thrown around. physically. i mean, emotionally too, but that's not relevant. so he is going to pop up at one point:]

Do either of you even know how to fly this thing?

[it's like 10% bite which is the most you can probably get out of him now. congrats. you done it. he has anger again!!!!!! that's a victory right]

[antagonize]

[Oh. It's Adrien. This is awkward. Jason has been pretty much avoiding both of the kids out of guilt after what happened during the last trial, but. Uh. Hah.

He shrugs, aiming for nonchalance.]

... Nope. [Big surprise, isn't it?] But don't worry. Worst that could happen is we careen out of control and die. We'll be fine.

[socloverit]

Hi, Adrien! [and she is way perkier than every other asshole in this cockpit right now. adrien adrien look!!! look light's here!!!!! life is good again and also she gets to DRIVE!!!!!!!!

but like she can't even pretend she can drive this thing if Jason's gonna admit that they totally can't right off, rude!]

It's fine, it's not like it's hard. You only actually need, like, four of the buttons.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[awkward and hesitating because he... expects about 2 people to be happy to see him and neither of the destructoteens are on that list]

Hi, Clover.

[he doesn't know how to answer Jason's death joke since from his pov the last time he did that ("joke" in heavy quotation marks, here) marinette DID die. ... because adrien murdered her.

its a bit awkward, so instead he looks away when he asks:]

Is. Is your shoulder okay enough for you to drive?

[he'd ask about clover's stomach wounds but she's sitting... mostly... ok no actually:]

Are both of you okay enough to-- I mean. I get it if you don't want to tell me--

[UGH THIS IS WHY HE AVOIDED EVERY ONE]

[antagonize]

It's fine. We're fine, right? [Say they're both fine, Clover. Agree with him.] This isn't— Well. I was about to say it's not rocket science, but I guess it kind of is.

[Ha ha ha. Uh. Fuck.]

... You're, uh— fine, too. Asking questions isn't a capital offense, kid.

[socloverit]

[Jason is getting such a Look for all of this. The exasperation doesn't last long, though, because she's smiling warmly at Adrien.]

You can ask. Thanks for checking in on us. I think I'm doing okay, though. [this is mostly a lie she's running like 99% on adrenaline and spite—none of which is directed at Adrien, at least.

and the thing is she senses the awkwardness. she knows damn well why this is happening. and no one ever called Clover emotionally competent but she also knows what hasn't happened and needs to happen and she keeps glancing over at Jason, the Look continues happening.]

Wanna come check out the controls?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

That's. Yeah, I know that.

[he glances over at Jason before looking back at Clover for her offer and... hesitates.]

...Are you sure? I can go.

[why would they want to be in the same room as him HE doesn't want to be in the same room as himself smh]