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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[chiseler]

Have you ever known me to be really straightforward when it comes to stuff like this? Come on, Annabeth. [He's still not letting her go. He's refusing to for the moment solely because he of all people would know that she's probably been a little hyperworried after hearing the truth and...well. He's made a decision. It was a decision made long ago before he knew he would ever see her again, a decision he hopes she'll understand. But not an easy one, and even now he finds himself wondering if it's the right one.

So. He keeps her close and allows her time to think it through while he chooses his words carefully.]

If by "snag" you mean body-possessing aliens then yeah. We hit four snags and then the biggest snag of all was their queen. Anybody tell you about all of that yet? You said that you had friends who were talking to the people on our ship. [Maybe he's just a little pleased that Annabeth made friends. Look it's not that she's unfriendly it's just that sometimes she's intense and scary. Nbd.]

[wises]

[ speaking of being intense and scary.

annabeth will very calmly shift in luke's arms enough so she can throw him over her shoulder onto the floor without any actual warning because his last written message was crap and some of the jumbled emotions are still "mad". she doesn't have her dagger any longer (she may or may not have a few knives or a scapel on her person somewhere, though) but jamming your knee on someone's chest below their neck to keep them down is. effective usually???

he's free to try to stop her but yeah this is her next move. ]

You're absolutely infuriating and if you ever end a conversation on the same note as last time - either last time - I will end you.

[ like she's contemplated killing her boyfriend with a kazoo before, don't think any amount of affection keeps you safe here, luke. it's...sad that this is a form of annabeth chase's being affectionate. she usually doesn't get this pissed off if she doesn't care.

[chiseler]

[And all around the Nuwa everyone will probably hear a sharp yelp as Luke gets thrown over Annabeth's shoulder and hits the floor pretty damn hard. His shoulder's better but that still hurt? A lot? Gods Annabeth why.

He tries to sit up and pretty much finds that that isn't happening, though he looks at her for a moment almost like he's amused and not bewildered.]

...move your knee a little, you're too close to the stab wound. [It says a lot about Luke that he's allowing this to happen. It says that he wasn't fast enough to stop her and also he knows better than to try and stop her. So here they are on the floor.]

Nice to see you, too. [Dryly. He knows she's mad but he also knows this is just Annabeth being Annabeth so he rolls his eyes.] The first time wasn't exactly my fault, by the way. And I didn't think of how to explain "we had a bunch of aliens infiltrate our ship and we've been playing for thirteen weeks and a lot of teenagers died" really tactfully or shortly. [There's a cautionary pause.] ...gonna let me up at all?

i lost this tag somehow wtf

[wises]

[ well. she at least promptly moves her knee, because she doesn't actually want to hurt him that

Depends. How bad is the stab wound?

[ he did look after it, right? but yeah. after a second of letting him wonder if she plans to let him up or not, annabeth will actually, you know. get off. ]

how dare :c

[chiseler]

[That's appreciated, thank you Annabeth. Look it's healing and sutured properly but he still probably shouldn't be doing a whole lot to it just yet.]

Not as bad as it was when I first got it? You'd think years of fighting monsters would prepare us better for aliens. [Once she's up he's also up and facing her for a moment, mostly taking in what he's seeing. Most people wouldn't notice but she's definitely grown up a little since he last saw her. His eyes recount the beads on her necklace and he frowns in thought.] Has it really been a year? [He's not finishing the sentence with "since I died" because they both know, but...what the hell.]

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[wises]

[ her hand goes up to the newest bead. the empire state building, with all the names carved around it in tiny ancient greek letters. she'd made damn well certain luke's name was on there. ]

Yeah. A little longer than that, now.

[ her fingertips find his name. it's right after one of her own half-siblings. ]

This year's bead should be...interesting. Hopefully they pick the Parthenos.

[chiseler]

[He's not at all surprised by the design of the bead. A year doesn't seem like it would be that long to most people, but for a demigod it could be the difference between life and death. He's watching her closely, though the confusion on his face is clear.]

The Parthenos as in...your mom's. [He shakes his head suddenly, more serious than usual.] Annabeth, what happened? What does the Parthenos have to do with anything?

[wises]

It's...hard to know where to start. [ Because there's so much of it. ] So, there was a new great prophecy. That's probably as good a place as any. "Seven half-bloods shall answer the call, to storm or fire the world must fall. An oath to keep with a final breath, and foes bear arms to the Doors of Death."

[ it's easy to rattle it off. she's lived the damn thing. ]

Also, Romans? A thing. They have a camp in California, in the Berkeley Hills.

[chiseler]

[Ah okay now it all makes sense! Except for the part where it doesn't and Luke's left staring at her blankly.]

...what. [What?] You've gotta be kidding, we just finished a great prophecy! [He's more annoyed that Annabeth got dragged into something so shortly after the last prophecy wrapped up.] How'd you find out about the Roman camp?

[wises]

Hera [ said like she's cursing, because she...basically is... ] decided the only way we'd defeat the giants and Gaea - spoiler alert, those were a thing - was if the camps combined forces and decided the best way to do that would be to kidnap and mindwipe someone from our camp and switch them out with a kidnapped mindwiped member of their camp.

[ she's still salty. ]

She took Percy. We got Jason Grace.

[ ...and she'd taken ages to warm up to the guy. but jason had started off on the wrong foot by not being percy jackson. ]

Eventually we tracked Percy down at New Rome - their camp - and then a bunch of stuff happened and we had to quest to actual legitimate Greece. And I had to find the Parthenos on the way. Again: a lot happened.

[chiseler]

[The fact that his expression is an actual, legitimate lineface should say enough of what he thinks about Hera pulling shit like this and can't they just let everybody rest? There's a weird expression following when Annabeth mentions Gaea because that sure is ironic, considering what was on the Pygmalion, but there's a lot to tackle here and while he's sure there are a lot more important questions here he can't help but focus on one.]

Jason Grace. [...that...is absolutely a coincidence. Yeah. Okay.] So on top of all of that, then you woke up in a pod on the Nuwa and had to survive for a few weeks and here we are. [A hand comes up to rub at his eyes.] ...then again if anybody was going to find the Parthenos it'd be you anyway.