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]

[ 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.