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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[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]