WEEK 13 - I can't lie to you about your chances, but you have my sympathies.

[al2955]

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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[chiseler]

[It's probably one of those things so embedded in the core of who he is he couldn't turn it off even if he tried. Sort of the way that she knows his habits by now and he finds himself smiling faintly. Not skyping was a good choice, and this, while effective, is also bad for conducting incredibly long conversations.]

Of course the answer is something stupid. I have to make sure everything on the ship's operating smoothly and...well. It's a long story what's going on over here. I'll rest when everything's wiped out here.

We'll be there soon. I promise.

[wises]

[ "when everything's wiped out here" gods fucking damn it all she should have known better. ]

If you're in the middle of a battle, stop talking to me, idiot. Nothing's happening on this side. We'll be find until you get here, so go focus on killing things, I guess.

[chiseler]

We're driving through a giant eyeball and fighting alien drones and dealing with nightmares. I'll explain later. Right now the main thing is the eyeball, we took care of the rest.

Be good, see you soon, all that fun stuff.

[And maybe it's a sharp cut-off, but he wants to tell her in person. He's realizing he really will get to see her in person soon and that...is terrifying. He doesn't want to let her go, but the promise of seeing her soon is enough.]