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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both, but separate threads, please!

[bloodbiter]

[after breaking elizabeth out of her nightmare, she's definitely looked better - there's a nasty bruise on her arm, and her poor hair... regardless, she's restless enough that she's wandering the ship, and when she spots the two of them in the viewport, she comes over with a small, tired smile.]

What are the two of you working on?

[qundercover]

[ Bull is OBVIOUSLY busy staring at Dorian and doing a big fat nothing really. ]

Me, I'm done with my job. Already hacked up a bunch of bugs and took care of all the heavy lifting. Time to let the mages do some shit for once.

[bloodbiter]

Good. I hope you're able to rest before all this is over.

[giving a smile]

I trust you had no trouble with those bugs.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Glancing up from his work with a laugh.]

"The two of you," she says. As though this ridiculous oaf is offering me any help at all. I am working on devising some new spells that will rewrite the laws of reality and accomplish the impossible on several thousand planes of existence at once, and he is acting as the poorest assistant one could imagine. I've been waiting for my grapes to be peeled for hours now.

[He's actually working on the spell that will, hopefully, prevent Elizabeth from dying when she rewrites the laws of reality and accomplishes the impossible on several thousand planes of existence at once. But that's a sort of depressing and scary thought; it's better to just brag. Despite his complaining, and the stress of the work, he seems pretty happy.]

[bloodbiter]

I assume he's providing moral support.

[she seems more interested in the other things he's saying, though.]

A spell that will... Could you explain that further?