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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[baptizer]

Feeling better on this ship... it was only temporary until something worse happened.

[ She says coldly. She wishes Booker was never involved in the first place, but she doesn't vocalize it. There's no real time to discuss the differences between their experiences, but Elizabeth is noticeably tired and worn, trying her best to show happy to see him.

She truly, truly, is.

When Booker talks about her power, she flinches a bit. ]

No - it's okay. It's not as terrifying as you may think. We - we had our powers unlocked. I can see... I can see doors, but they're so far away. I just have to get to them. [ That's all she can describe them as. Elizabeth sees an infinite hallway of shut doors, waiting to be opened. She couldn't have expected the sight to be so beautiful, but the possibilities? Definitely were. ] I'm resting now and there's a girl - her name is Yuno. She has powers similar to me. Can you imagine? She's going to help me... help me find our homes. Before any of this happened and send us back...

[herds]

[ "not as terrifying as he may think". please. Booker's the second best person to understand what she and her powers were capable of between both ships, and what she was capable of? wasn't pretty. he's already admitted to her before about how he fears what may happen if she continued to use her tears back in Columbia, and now she plans on using it to save everyone. not exactly what he wanted to hear right now. ]

You're serious. Doors? C'mon. I'm not so sure about this.

[ but he doesn't expect her to listen to him. she has a hard time doing that in person, with his imposing figure and stern scowling. she wasn't about to change her entire plan because he gave a Look through a datapad, regardless of how happy she was to see him. and truthfully, he was happy to see her. ]

No... can't really imagine it, but I'm not exactly in the mood to play Devil's advocate. It's just good to see you. You better have some capable pilots over there. If they fuck up and you don't get here―

[ Booker hates being helpless. but these ships aren't exactly zeppelins, and he was just revived not all too long ago. he'll settle with pacing back and forth down hallways while trying to keep a direct connection with Elizabeth. you know, the entire time. no big deal. ]

[baptizer]

[ Summoning turrets, zeppelins themselves - she's powerful and she's discovering just how powerful with each ticking second. The ruthless onslaught of tests and trials after being dampened... Elizabeth finally accepts these powers are just as much part of her as her amputated pinky. She accepts it with a warm, reassuring smile. ]

I think they're doors? They look like it. It's weird... being both there and not there. Don't ask me to explain it -

[ She cuts herself off when he talks about playing Devil's advocate. While their relationship may be a bit rocky - absence made the heart grow fonder. She truly missed him and appreciated what he had given her in Columbia. Elizabeth settles with the fact things are complicated. ]

I'll be honest with you. I don't think we do - but... Jason and Clover are both fairly good at improvising! [ DON'T GIVE HIM A HEART ATTACK????? ] We'll get there - worst case scenario I'll open a tear to you once ...once I rest a bit more.

[ Another brief, honest Look. ]

I promise you, we'll meet again.

[herds]

Trust me, I don't plan to.

[ seeing was always believing. that's how she explained tears to him; pulled out of thin air to show Booker what lied inside. he doesn't imagine doors would be as easy to summon, but then again... it is Elizabeth. nothing with her should be a surprise anymore, even if they kind of always will be.

they had so much to talk about, even when both of them knew that Booker didn't like to talk in the first place. he may not have had as much of a dramatic journey as her, but it did help him realize that he didn't have a whole lot of things in his life to care for. the fact that one of his only priorities was to get back to her... that says something. something that he wasn't exactly ready to go and declare, better yet to Elizabeth herself. ]

Ugh. And why, exactly, did you choose to be honest now of all times? [ he doesn't know who Jason and Clover is, but being good at improvising is not what he wanted to hear. ] I'm good at improvising. You don't see me volunteering to do something stupid.

[ as if Booker doesn't have enough to be worried about. probably not as big of a responsibility as the one that the woman (not girl, anymore) in front of him looks to be carrying. he looks concerned when she brings up the tears again, and tries to wipe away any emotion on his face so that she doesn't start thinking too much of it. ]

Rest as long as you need. We've already been on here longer than I've known you. What's a few hours or days?

[ aka he will kill those pilots if they fuck up and don't bring Liz to him ASAP. if they aren't dead already, anyway. ]

[baptizer]

[ It's not as if she could really explain it herself! She recalls talking about doors when she woke up - knowing that they were clearly important but... no, she didn't know why. They were just... always there, the more she thought about it...

She just listens to him talk, slumping against - well, the chair or wall, wherever she was - listening to his voice. It was reassuring, like a fond memory. Whether Booker felt the same when he heard her raspy voice or not, it soothes her more than he'd know. ]

You very well could have done something stupid on the Nuwa without me knowing about it. [ She says almost scolding. ] We're on the way, Booker. Save the stupidity for when we get home.

[ Wherever that is. ]

That's true... [ She laughs a bit, almost in disbelief as she starts to tilt her head back, closing her eyes as if she's... resting? Falling asleep? Definitely not deda (yet). ] Time is funny, isn't it? So much has happened since we met. No one believed me when I told them about Columbia, but - they believed in ships that can go to space so easily... It's exhausting. I'd just like to sleep for a week.