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