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AL-2955 ([personal profile] al2955) wrote in [community profile] cradleproject2016-09-05 12:14 am

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

the pygmalion. . .

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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.

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[personal profile] baptizer 2016-09-07 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ LOOK Booker?? Love yourself?? These robots are cute as fuck and are offering you your selection of choice smokes. Once Booker takes his choice, the robot beeps and boops in approval. I guess like Bastion from Overwatch because that's super cute?

The strain resonates from inside - centering right where her amputated pinky was before cracking through her body. She lets out pained scream as she feels the feeling in her limbs grow weak, knowing that she's opening far too many for her own good. She can't close them quick enough but it's Yuno that helps her. She loses feeling in her fingertips only for a few minutes before shutting her eyes tightly.

Dave and Rose are working their hardest and she can appreciate that - the closes are coming up more quickly and Elizabeth is more forceful with her squeeze to Yuno. ]


Don't - not too much. Don't overwork yourself.

[ She spits out between clattering teeth. She looks up to Dorian whether he takes Booker's drag or not - ]

If anything happens - get her taken care of. Just - nnn... damn it.
bloodteller: (madman screams)

[personal profile] bloodteller 2016-09-07 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ booker offers her a hit and earlier in the game, a straightforward no would have been her answer. instead, yuno looks to booker with a curious gaze. and she... considers it, actually, really stares down the cigarette. if she's a drinker now, why not a smoker? ultimately, though, she looks towards the tears and her expression softens because she thinks of dave; he probably wouldn't like it if she smoked, especially when her lungs weren't the way they used to be. with a shake of her head, she smiles. ]

No. I think my husband would rather I didn't, and I don't want to make him sad.

[ will she ever get over that? nope. she will take ever possibility to refer to dave as her hubby. she is glowing, and it's not just because of the light from the tears. ]

I should be telling you not to overwork yourself. [ she says it to elizabeth, and yuno's free hand comes up to brush hair away from elizabeth's face. gently, and then with that same soft touch, she touches her cheek. it's a smooth charge of energy, and yuno lets another burst of energy shoot through elizabeth. it's a large dose, but yuno doesn't care. as long as elizabeth's still alive through out all this, she'll pour as much life and energy into her that she can. even if she does die, she'll do something - anything. anything at all. ]

We're taking care of you, now. Family shoulders their burdens together, Elizabeth.
tevinteriscoming: (magic. 3)

[personal profile] tevinteriscoming 2016-09-07 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh my god, you guys. He can't listen to this anymore. Don't you know how to be classy about it when someone offers to die for you?]

Yes, well. I'm not going to attempt to keep straight the order of acceptable sacrifices in the midst of inventing new forms of magic over here, thanks. I suppose we'll all just have to survive!

[That's how it's done. As for you, Booker - raising an eyebrow when he's offered a smoke.]

Well, I wouldn't object, but unless you'd like to give it to me by hand, I'm a little busy at the moment.