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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[tevinteriscoming]

[He could be very smug right now. But he isn't going to; she always had good intentions with the wine, no matter how he tried to pretend otherwise, and she has a lot to be worried about.

He pours himself a very small glass; he wants his mind to be sharp if he needs to solve something on the fly, but a little wine is no problem.]

May I join you?

[baptizer]

[ Not only did Elizabeth try so desperately to prevent vices from taking control, but she used it as a murder weapon. Go figure? Dorian's presence was comforting, but she absolutely knows the irony and context. ]

Not at all. May as well before Jason and Clover crash us into the nearest meteor.

...How have you been?

[tevinteriscoming]

[He laughs a little at that question, though not with any malice.]

Where I'm from, the only appropriate answer to such a question is anything along the lines of, 'Oh, very well. And yourself?' Can you imagine? But I will choke down the reflex.

I have seen better days. I suspect I shall see worse ones. But for the time being, not as terribly as I might be.

[baptizer]

Manners mean less here as the weeks go on. [ A light shrug as she takes a sip, obviously scrunching her nose. ] It's good to see you again, Dorian...

[ That sounds honest, warm and true. ]

If things go according to plan, you'll have many of days left to make worse than this. I hope you're ready.

[tevinteriscoming]

I should hope if things go according to plan, I'll have many days to make better. But worse often finds me.

[Smiling at her honesty; it's a nice thing, to have everyone back again.]

You deserve to have many days left, too.

[baptizer]

[ Her lips curve up. ]

There's the realist we've all know and love - don't worry... I intend to undo any damage this project has done.

[ She's not so sure about the last bit, but she waves it off with a nod. ]

The final hour is the most dramatic - the last few chapters that culimate through introspection and countless lead up. ...I'm a little nervous.

[tevinteriscoming]

Is that how you see it? It's freeing, I think, knowing that everything is coming to an ending. Whether we succeed or not, it's still an ending. We could have chosen an easier path, but we chose this nigh impossible one, and I for one feel better for it, no matter how it turns out.

[Taking a sip of wine, if only to have a break from saying such things.]

So, yes. I'm not worried.

[baptizer]

I'm a bit more selfish now that I know I have a second chance to do things right. I don't want to squander it on bad ends to poorly rushed stories.

[ She can equate this all to one horrible book, honestly. ]

You can worry not for the both of us. I'm playing my part and - I guess that is all I can do.