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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[socloverit]

[it's true i am crying?? and so is Clover, but her sobs don't stay quite so violent and overtaking while she's supported against Alice, brave and cool and indestructible Alice, alive and so intensely worried about her and here—she has her brother, she has her best friend, and not that the bar wasn't set extraordinarily low, but Clover is starting to feel something like stable.

She stoops down to retrieve her cleaver, because that's just coming with her everywhere now apparently, and leans heavily against Alice's side, nodding.]

Okay. O-okay, I...I'm really glad you're safe, too. [She sniffs, wipes at her eyes.] I really didn't think I'd see you again, I thought... [pause.] ...They let me drive the ship. [UNFORTUNATELY. and then, quietly:] I got—I got Light back.