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AL-2955 ([personal profile] al2955) wrote in [community profile] cradleproject2016-09-05 12:14 am

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

the pygmalion. . .

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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.

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bloodbiter: (where did those bullets hit me?)

[personal profile] bloodbiter 2016-09-06 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[she's coming into the parlor with shaky legs, pressing a hand to her injured forearm with a grimace. she doesn't need any healing; she just needs to sit for a minute.

she sees elizabeth as she enters, just in time to see her down a glass of wine. the laugh that comes out is amused, exhausted, and a little bit hysterical all in one. it's been a long... three months, really.

she takes a seat near her.]


Would you pour another?

[she needs like five pounds of whiskey but this will have to do.]
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[personal profile] baptizer 2016-09-06 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's quite the sight, but maybe it's all too deserving. Elizabeth earned the chance to relax.

For now. When Adelina joins her, she flashes a warm smile and reaches over to the spare three glasses. Wine isn't exactly the best, she thinks, but it'll do, yes.

Sliding the glass over, Elizabeth's a bit lazy with her movements - obviously tired. ]


Hancock's somewhere probably cackling like a maniac... but, they say wine calms nerves.