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_

Comments

[baptizer]

I will. I'll relay the message perfectly.

[ It's the least she or anyone could do? Jason's taking on a lot of responsibility and even if he's being stubborn by refusing to answer his hostage's messages... they need to be read. Bruce needs to be heard. ]

I'm sorry you were brought into this, for the record. For anyone else on the Nuwa...

[batsuits]

[ he's grateful when he feels his message will be relayed, even with jason being so... jason about it. still, when elizabeth apologizes, he'll cut her off. ]

This was a game created by people who had nothing better to do than play God. Apologizing for their mistakes doesn't help anyone. Instead, we find our way out and do what we can to stop it in the process. If anything, I'm sorry for out of hand the events on the Pygmalion became. If we knew what was happening beforehand, I'm sure the Nuwa would have tried to assist. We have good people on this side and we'll see each other soon, at least.

[baptizer]

[ That certainly cuts her off - she wants to protest playing God, but. Picking battles. ]

How about no apologies from the victims of this game? [ Because what the fuck Mr. Wayne, why are you apologizing. ] It does none of us good to good to just hold the apologetic weight when we're opposite sides of the same coin.

[ There's a tired, light shrug on her end. ]

Right. We're trying and - is there anything else...? I'll make sure Jason hears me, at the very least.

[batsuits]

[ because while this isn't gotham, it's still his job to save it. he frowns but fine, whatever. instead, he sighs and after a moment, he'll reply quietly with a -- ]

No, there isn't. Thank you.

[ and end the connection. great?? first impression. (no it wasn't.) ]