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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[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.]