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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[wises]

[ that's luke's handwriting but that's still stuff that anyone could have written. annabeth twists the beads on her necklace, toys with percy's coral pendant. she could just ask him for something no one else knows. she should probably do that.

instead she gives him a response exactly as helpful as his own response. ]

What I said.
I fell in with my boyfriend. I also lost my laptop.
My fatal flaw.

[ .............WHICH IS TO SAY NOT AT ALL HELPFUL. ]