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]

[ LET HER LIVE.

He tries to give her the companionship and appreciation she needs. A familiar face that keeps her from growing lonely and bitter when people reunite with their loved ones. He was her mission now. She's why she tried so hard to get the Pygmalion to the Nuwa. Booker was there waiting.

He can see the relief wash over her face when he helps her - wipes away the tears that just added to the endless ones she cried over the past 13 weeks. ]

Sounds like a plan.

[ Her hands press into his biceps, squeezing them reassuringly. ]

Not the best, but none of my plans have worked thus far. May as well just - right, wing it.

[herds]

[ he won't kill her over the things he has found out. just... maybe he'll provide some minor discomfort. everyone assumes he is her dad and he should probably spank her for being reckless if that's the case, but no. no. a bad idea on many, many levels.

they take a moment to truly look at each other. Elizabeth's eyes are red and sore from crying and having just woken up, but he can tell they still sparkled with the same color as before. even if they had seen so much, they haven't dulled. he's glad. the pad of his thumb strokes the skin next to her nose before trailing down to the corner of her lips before pulling away.

instead of talking about plans, he goes to what's natural ― the obvious things that need to be pointed out. ]

Alright, so... the haircut. The outfit. What's the deal?

[baptizer]

[ Booker, she can explain.

It's a really funny and stupid story that started with a prank.

He keeps her grounded and she can't help but hug him again. Feeling more at peace than she would have liked - knowing she has a goal and mission to complete. Elizabeth is happy to know she's just not crazy... not imagining this moment.

But, she steps back, looking down at the attire. It was much like something Lady Comstock would wear, actually... ]

...A lot happened. [ Given the circumstances of the game, he can imagine that Liz killed someone, but how? ] ...I can't wash the blood off my hands, but I wanted to be rid of the girl. It always starts with a girl... I think destroying that was right.

[ The girl for the debt. The girl for the power. The girl in the tower. The girl who killed her friends. ...She's awkward, giving a confused look to him. ]

[herds]

[ just because he can imagine doesn't meant that he will want to. so he doesn't. Booker will be happy just assuming she's seen death, and even worse so, experienced it. she mentioned several bodies at one point, and that Roxy lass has done nothing but confuse him further regarding her situation. it's been a messy ride for both of them, but no doubt has Elizabeth been thrown through more loops than he had been. ]

Huh. [ so it was about growing up. it's a shame that she was forced to because of this place, but... he wouldn't be surprised if Columbia had done the same thing to her if she remained there for much longer. ] Yeah. Okay. I'd suppose that's a fair enough reason. Think about letting it grow back when we get you back home, though.

[ not that he was against the short-haired look. or the... jacket, as risque as it was in comparison. Booker just hopes she may be able to seek some sense of normalcy after everything is said and done, regardless of if he has any involvement in her life after they get the hell out of here. ]

But you better have an even better one if this shit I'm hearin' about you being married is even remotely true.

[ bet you thought you'd get away from that one for a little while longer, huh. ]

[baptizer]

[ Roxy is a babe but she is a babe who speaks leet and confuses us simple minded folks.

Elizabeth smiles a bit when he talks about growing it out. She wouldn't mind it but - right now it still coincides with the creature that used her body for murder. She's triggered, okay. ]

I will. It's nice to change things up every now -

[ WHAT? He can see her face grow white and her hand goes up, as if trying to dismiss him. ]

Oh my God, no that's - Jason? That was a - Booker!

[ She scolds him and the red on her face flushes hotly. ]

It wasn't a ceremony or anything of that nature. It was - we were tricked by someone who claimed legitimacy of officiating weddings. I promise - there's..

[ nothing. Besides the plastic dinky practice ring she has lodged in her jacket pocket - ]

That's a laugh in itself.