WEEK 14 - I have been — and always shall be — your friend.

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (14)

monday (41) survivors You stand with your friends, your family, and your enemies, shoulder to shoulder. The deceased and the living are the same, now, and you've been reunited with the person trapped on the opposite ship. You have four choices. Four options laid before you - five, if you're smart about it. You have the option of staying on the Nuwa, a ship pre-programmed to land somewhere safe, soon, and then it's your's for the taking. You have the option of entering the Nuwa's virtual reality and crafting your own perfect world, but knowing it was a perfect world created by your own hand. Your third option is one of the Cradles, a machine created to bring you bliss, and permit you the dream you've always wanted, without the knowledge it's a virtual reality. Your fourth option lays in front of you, on the bridge of the Nuwa, and it's a tear in the fabric of reality, but you can see your home waiting for you. It looks idyllic, perfect, just the way you'd want it to be. Your fifth option lies in another tear - the tear of a friend. Perhaps their heart is kind enough to take in a stray. The choice is your's to make, and whatever you choose, know that, for the first time in fourteen weeks, it's your choice. taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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[al2955]

[ The Pygmalion's datapads vibrate, but it's a pleasant sensation, like an old friend tapping your shoulder. A text message displays, and accompanying it is a audio clip. ]

I do not believe that we did anything wrong.

Perhaps it was playing God. Or maybe it was a foolish, emotional decision. I think that's what humans do when they're cornered, is all. We react and push back. Maybe it was just our time to go. Maybe it's just your time to go. To that end, I don't think what we did, and the fact you have a choice now, are all that much different. You have the option of existing on the Pygmalion until it rots away, you included, or surviving. When you watch people waste away, you want to do something. Watching families die without any care, or a chance at life - that was the hardest part. We reacted, strongly. We shouldn't give up, we thought. We chose survival.

The majority will pick survival.

That's what it means to be human. To be alive.

And to those of you who would rather rot away, I would let you know that when things are darkest, we don't realize the things before us look so nice. It's your choice. That in itself is proof that you are alive. Take solace in that.

There isn't must difference between you and me. We don't exist on the same dimension, or whatever you'd call it, but I chose to survive, too. I didn't play God, in my opinion. I made a decision.

So you all get to make your own decision now. Remember the people you met here. Remember the laughs you shared and the tears you cried together. Remember the love you found and the friendships you forged. Remember the enemies you made. Don't forget any of these things. They're apart of the experience of being alive. With those memories, go forward. I have a preference for what you do. I want you to continue Dr. Lin's research, to continue to save your races. But I understand, too, if you choose something else. We, as people, will make our own decisions. It's our very right.

...It's been one hell of a ride.

I'm not unhappy with this turn of events. As long as you do what makes you happy, what makes you want to live, then I'll consider this mission a success.

I'm sorry for the game. I coded it. I had no choice - I always knew you would all be safe in the game, but I had to flush out the aliens, first. It was the best I could do with an hour left. It was shoddy and unfair, but if I had to protect my crew again, I'd do it in a heartbeat. You won't like that answer, but sometimes, as Captain, you make shitty choices for the benefit of the majority.

It's been fourteen weeks, if you're curious. Congratulations.

You've finished The Cradle Project.

Dismissed, soldier.
--Sonya

[ A few minutes later, another message arrives. ]

I finally got to see River again.
--Sonya

[ And one more immediately follows. ]

I wouldn't have minded Funyarinpa as a name, but I would appreciate it if you would all call me River.
I always wanted to see the water.
How strange... to know this about myself.
Sonya says it's a part of being sentient. Do you believe me to be sentient? I am only an Artificial Intelligence.
Perhaps you cannot define that for me, however. Perhaps as a sentient being, only I can decide that.
I do not believe myself to be unhappy here. I am with Sonya, and I have seen you all triumph. That is the most an AI can ask of her existence, is it not?

My most dearest, dearest participants.
Good night.
--AL-2955
Formerly known as "Alice."
Chosen name River.

[baptizer]

[ This is it? This is the moment everyone's been waiting for. The tears were lined up, flickering with the hopeful futures they all wanted. Wished for. Dreamed of. Elizabeth could see hers - it's Paris. By from what anyone can see, it's definitely in the past. Kicks with sticks and hoops running on the sidewalks near the river channels...

She's close to Booker - who is still enjoying the abundance of cigarettes he yoinked from the robot. She looks as if she's hesitating from bringing up the subject of going through.

Truly.

As if the door to her cage has opened and she's afraid to fly.

Now that she remembers all of this...? Does she think Paris is enough? She looks to be lost in thought, arms crossed defensively. ]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Are you going to Paris, Elizabeth?

[Shelley still remembers the mural Elizabeth had been painting, and the cradle was another thing too]

It's your chance to see a true modern Paris, and not one where you'll be pursued on the highest rafters of the Eiffel Tower.

[chiseler]

[He's eying Booker idly, knowing who the man must be but wondering what the two will do now. He can see the tear she's chosen for herself and for all intents and purposes he's so grateful for her doing this for them all.

Still. A goodbye is a goodbye and he's usually bad at those...so he slides down next to her, mirroring her stance and also staring into the tear.]

...ready to fly, little bird?

[bloodbiter]

[coming up to her and putting a gentle hand on her shoulder.]

How does it feel?

[bloodteller]

[ did you miss her, liz? yuno's wrapping her arms around elizabeth's shoulder in a tight, tight hug. ]

The last cage! I told you! We did it!

[antagonize]

[This is the end, then. He approaches her, perhaps briefly making eye contact with both her and Booker, but... Then he focuses more on the tear to Paris. Goodbyes suck, but then again, he knew it would come to this eventually.]

So... Paris. [Idly. Trying to strike up a conversation that isn't upsetting.] It's your dream come true. Though... I'd suggest a more modern version. Take it from someone who knows a thing or two about history.

[Just saying. She's already died twice. He doesn't want her to die a third time once 1914 rolls around.]

[refactor]

[ While she's lost in thought, Elizabeth might not realize that Jack is approaching, though that's not quite his intention. It's just accidental that he happens to be coming up right behind her, but hopefully his presence won't be too startling. As she's considering her options, Jack interrupts the thought with a heavy, but gentle hand on one of her shoulders. It's probably a familiar enough gesture by now that it's clear who it is, but he doesn't pause too long before speaking.

Also hopefully Booker doesn't kick his ass since boy would that be deserved, but. ]

Trying to decide where you want to head next, Liz?

[ In another context, that question might sound like the beginnings of an invitation, but there's something about the way Jack says it that makes it clear that this isn't the case. It's not as if he would believe that Elizabeth would accept even if he were to offer it, of course. He might have offered weeks ago, when she was sitting beside him learning the intricacies of how computers worked and "thought," but he knows her now, and he knows himself better too. Such an invitation would have only ended badly for one or both of them. ]

Doooon't really have any suggestions in that department, since, hey, my corner of the universe? Totally blows. But. Got any ideas so far?

[isodope]

Liz, wait!

[Hancock is already planning to go back to the wasteland alongside Fahrenheit, who has already said her goodbyes and is waiting on her boss now. Yet there's something she helped him procure, and he has to share it with Elizabeth.]

[antietam]

[ The tear looks almost too perfect, like a cradle, and his seems to be a farm that's a bit similar to the one a few might have already seen. It's different, very much not Adam's, but he's still looking through it longingly. He's ready to go home.

But before that, he decides it's only fair to say goodbye. He'll go around the Nuwa for some exploration and seek out those he was friendly with for a parting conversation. Ronan is hovering nearby almost always but he won't say anything and he'll just glare if he's looked at. ]

[thanatosincarnate]

Hmph.

{ ... Then that's it, isn't it? Well not quite, as he was passing on through and needed to say his own goodbyes, after all.

Yet, he's not so good at smalltalk, so. }

So, this is where we part ways, isn't it?

[bloodbiter]

[they're both wandering around, and as she sees him, she raises a hand in greeting.]

Adam.

[chiseler]

[And while Adam's wandering around, Luke will also find himself seated in front of that tear that leads to a dream farm that isn't his, a world that isn't his own. He'd made a promise and he's finally allowing himself to believe this is real.

He stays there for a very, very long time. Probably the most still anyone's seen him his entire time on the Pygmalion. That doesn't last long. Eventually he's up and wandering, seeking people out and allowing himself to be sought. But every time he wanders too far he winds up at that tear again.

Is this what it means to break destiny? What a concept.]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ So, it seems from the very beginning there was a way to fight fate after all...

In a sense it's verily heartening, to know that one's efforts in the end are not entirely in vain or useless no matter how one tries. At the thought, he allows his own musings to wander, but once he is approached by Luke, he halts. }

...Prepared to say a farewell? Or something on your mind before that?

[mnasthai]

[ It's been a long time coming, hasn't it?

Kazuma's been pretty scarce since the Nuwa reunions since well...some people know exactly why. He's managed to pull away from Terumi for just a little while, and he can be found staring into space from the viewport just like he used to do frequently many many weeks ago. His demeanor is calm and even so anyone who wants to approach won't really have to deal with the manic side of him, probably.

Later he can be found with Terumi right by his side near the bridge, and aside from the ridiculous orange jacket the other is wearing, they look eerily similar at face value. Same height, same build, even if their body language is completely different. If you're going to talk to Kazuma here, be prepared for unhelpful input from the biggest asshole on the Nuwa.

And if for some reason you want to catch Terumi alone, he can be found in the recreation room of all places, throwing butterfly knives into the dart board. Also, looking for a Jubeat machine at some point...it's a good thing there's not one, let's put it that way.]

bridge

[thanatosincarnate]

{ ...This will end well. }

...Kazuma.

{ This is where he'll start first, to get his attention. }

[socloverit]

[When she's done reading through the messages on the datapad, done reciting to Light the parts of it he wants to listen to, grimacing at the mention of the Funyarinpa because her spite won't quite let her find it funny—Clover chucks her datapad across the room as hard as she can. Granted, that's not very hard anymore, but the sentiment behind it is true.] Told you not to call us that again, Ass Lice... [Muttered mostly to herself, and she doesn't retrieve the datapad; that's enough rage for something gone.

She's leaning heavily on her brother wherever she goes, tired and hurt and still carrying around the goddamn fucking meat cleaver and—and here. There are people she wants to say goodbye to, and she'll find them, but there are more she wants to see gone. There's a whole universe out there, she thinks, and the means to see it here at her fingertips. She'd never feel trapped again.

In between finding people, she spends time watching the windows. For once, the sight of space seems like a promise. She drums her fingers against the glass, traces between stars and connects the dots into constellations she doesn't recognize. It's been a long, long time since Clover smiled like this, slight and soft and not entirely sweet, incapable of being without bitterness after all of this, but sincere. Almost, almost happy.

The others might be able to find her in the control room later on, leaving Alice in the general area so they might not assume they missed the Fields' departure. She isn't pressing buttons or steering the ship into the sun, just...looking. The way she's murmuring, there's no telling if she means it for Light or herself or whoever might have found her if she notices them at all—] Wonder where it's supposed to be bringing us. ...If it has to stay there.

[There's a whole universe out there. There are nearly forty other ones before her, too—regardless of what comes next, she cannot go back to the rhizome. She doesn't have to. Her home is here, alive again and supporting her weight; here, happy to see her again now that the ships have come together and they have one more shared game of life-or-death between them, back-to-back.

Her home could be anywhere. One way or another, she'll find something new.]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ Clover probably winds up finding Arumat somewhere in the halls. }

...Clover.

{ Here is where he seems to fail entirely at socializing so, he just... stares? He doesn't know what to say or where to start, sorry. }

[antagonize]

[This is it. This is the end of their journey. It's finally time to say goodbye.

Jason is holding himself up as well as a guy who's been through the grinder can. His shoulder is still sore, and so is his ass from serving as a human cushion for Adelina — but it could be worse. It could be so, so much worse. He explores the Nuwa before anything, maybe looking for familiar faces and comparing the ship to what they have on the Pygmalion, and, then. Well.

After he's seen the Pygmalion one last time, driven by some sort of disgusting sentimentality, he comes to stand in front of one of the tears, unmoving. From this side of things, Gotham looks almost perfect. Bright, shining lights. Tall skyscrapers. There is far too much light pollution to see the stars, but... it's nice. It looks idyllic; a charming representation of city life. It still looks like home, and he hates it. If anyone cares to join him by the tear showcasing Gotham, they'll notice he seems... pretty contemplative. Deciding where to go when there is barely anything left is hard, after all. Especially when one has recently learned they are destined to fail.]

... Man, it's still every bit the dump I remember it as.

[But it's still home, apparently. Fuck him.]

[batsuits]

[ he supposes he can't avoid this part. jason didn't take it upon himself to come to bruce and bruce didn't want to push so, they didn't talk -- but the tear for gotham is right there and bruce wasn't going to leave without knowing what jason decides to do, so. he's going to talk to him. figure out where to go from here. god, this would be so much easier if alfred was here.

or dick. oh man, dick's so much better at this than him.

so, instead he's here, a certain photo folded up and tucked into the pocket of his shirt for safe keeping and his expression is blank as he steps next to jason, hands tucked into his pockets. ]

Still home.

[ he'll look to jason then, eyes meeting eyes and gives a short nod in greeting before he looks back to gotham. ]

For me, at least. You don't seem incredibly attached anymore.

[bloodbiter]

[as the tears open, she watches, glimpsing into her world. imperfect and dangerous, full of potential, and fought for hard. she's killed and died and been revived; even now, there are bruises lining her body, her hair ruined, her clothing a mess from everything that's happened recently. she slept for as long as she was able, and she still looks exhausted. none of this matters to her now.

she smiles and laughs and presses a hand to her mouth as she sees home waiting for her, holding back tears. she takes a step - and then turns back towards the room full of people, many of whom she still considers friends. even if she knows she has to be swift... there are things she has yet to say.]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

It's like a dream, right? You'll be able to return home...and everything that happened on this ship will feel like it never happened.

[Good for you, Adelina! Have a great life!]

I'd give you something so you can remember me, but these talentless claws are no good to make souvenirs.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[Oh, Tackleford. It's finally the real deal, and it's right there, at the other side of this tear. It seems rather peaceful...but Shelley isn't going in. There's someone else with her, a woman taller than her, with bright orange hair, horns and some rather unsettling yellow eyes. Shelley looks at ease, though, you may have arrived just when she was saying her goodbyes to Erin, hugging her tightly]

Take care, sistor. I'll miss you.

["You better not appear in Hell at all. I'll kick your behind all the way back to the surface if you do" Erin says but she's smiling, and her tone is affectionate "You better not die. You know what it is said in Hell about us?"]

What do they say?

[""Those Winters sisters and their laissez-faire attitude to the afterlife"" Erin grins, letting Shelley go "Not anyone dies and gets revived! It must be because we're extremely tough" Erin stands in front of the tear, waving at Shelley "Stick with your wacko friends and try not to give them headaches, got it?"]

Got it!

[Erin goes through the tear, vanishing from sight shortly after that. Shelley takes off her glasses and tries to look like she wasn't about to cry, this is a bit embarrassing...

...but yeah, it seems Shelley isn't going to return to Tackleford. Good for her.

Do you have anything to say to Shelley? She'd love some company]

[todorable]

[Todomatsu frowns, confused; as much shit as he talks about his family this is the first time he's been seen without his brother at his side so when he sees her sis disappear...]

...You're not going with? After everything?

[erythristic]

[with Alice-no, River's message, Grell feels lighter. like some part of her had seen something through to its end, the shard within her as free as the water she was named after, flowing toward the sea. something was complete.

instead of searching for her world, or trying desperately to reconcile with a woman who Grell knew would be happier if she didn't see her, for once Grell Sutcliffe is not moving, going, trying for something. she is still, and she finds that when she breathes, time doesn't feel like an enemy. it's not her world she wants. it's not those chains again - there has to be something else. some other way. there is a chance.

words tucked into her bodice, close to her heart. with every breath, she knows they're there. words that support and will bolster her for times to come. if this has to be her home now, then she will do it - but not alone. not in the sense of her spirit being alone.

the notebook she's carried for fourteen weeks is on her lap. carefully, she takes out page after page, filled with her script. some pages go together and are folded up. some simply fold in half. all of the letters she'd written before...they weren't accurate now. these ones are new. these ones she'd written when half hazy, still being jostled by driving, in moments stolen from the peace. her hand still aches from how much she'd pushed through to get them done, but...

no regrets.

so Grell takes her moment to simply put all of these words together, and if she doesn't see someone who she wants to speak to, she will look for them. one last conversation. one last chance.]

[[ooc: if you'd like a goodbye letter for your character please comment here and you'll get one! tagging Grell isn't a necessity to comment for a letter - this is only for my own organization.]]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ Arumat's found in the hallways ( as per the usual it seems ) and he's about to move elsewhere. Yet, when they cross paths, the man elects to stop, just like last time. }

... Grell.

{ Since he's incapable of actually managing a proper greeting to his close ones sometimes, this is basically how this is how it'll start. }

[qundercover]

[Bull has been patient enough really, waiting around and being general moral (and axe) support for ripping through the space time continuum. He seems a little overloaded with Vints though, Krem and Mae mill about, waiting for the right time and Dorian seems to have mostly passed out after running himself into the ground with magic nonsense. Bull seems to be in good enough condition to carry him around though like he's a (charming, well-loved) sack of potatoes.]

As they say in Antiva, ass-ta la vista. Last offer to join the Chargers, if anyone wants.

[He pats Dorian's butt. Is this really how they want to go out. Like this. Really. Say your last goodbyes, maybe one more bad pun for the road.]

[antietam]

[ He was expecting to find them together but not like this... Actually, he finds it very romantic. ]

Sorry, I tried cooking but I think my plan of joining the Chargers is toast. [ It's because he likes Bull so much he's done this. ]

Is Dorian joining?

[bloodteller]

[ there's a small pink haired girl wielding a machete wandering the ship, and she looks like she's seen better days. both of her arms are bandaged heavily, though the forearm wrappings are burned and it looks like the flesh beneath has been seared, too. she's donning a pair of black boots with killer heels (why) and over her black minidress is a tattered black robe (again, why). a majority of people will know that yuno's still keeping her leg burns wrapped up tight.

as pale as she is, she's smiling - and it's worth noting that yuno's got an origami ring on her finger, too. she'll wander the ship, supposedly aimlessly. some nuwa residents might recognize her as saika's daughter, but she makes no attempt to reach out to her mother, so perhaps that bridge has been burned. yuno's easy to find if you want to - thanks to her leg injuries, walking is still awkward, so she's floating several feet off the ground constantly. it's easiest. it's hard to miss her now that she's at eye level for most of you, right?

but when she settles into the room with tears, yuno turns to everyone, beaming. she has an announcement to make, apparently? can someone stop her ]

I know we're all going our separate ways, but I want to lay down some ground rules before that happens. Dave Strider is my husband, and if anyone looks at him wrong, I'll make you regret it. If you know Adrien Agreste, don't hurt him, either. I'll definitely make you cry. If anyone does anything to Elizabeth, I'll absolutely destroy them completely. And the same goes for Marinette, Clover, Judar, Jack, and Rhys.

[ she claps her hands together, and she looks perfectly innocent. ] Those people mean so much to me, so I'll protect them until they go home.

[ ... ] And definitely don't forget Dave is my husband now. [ apparently this is the most important part, holy shit. why did no one stop her ]

i promised

[refactor]

[ So more or less right after Jack says his quick goodbyes to the very, very few people he cares enough to say one too, he's definitely bouncing. Like, he sees his opportunity here, and he's definitely not about to squander it before people wisen up and consider that maybe, just maybe, letting Jack return to Pandora is pretty bad for Pandora.

So, pretty lucky (??) for him that Yuno declares this so nicely, and is one of the people he does care enough to give a farewell to. Once she makes her announcement, Jack definitely laughs with amusement clear in his tone, but he approaches her all the same. ]

Y'know, it's appreciated, kiddo, but you don't need to be making threats on my behalf.

[ Yet he doesn't sound disapproving at all. He sounds more flattered than anything else. ]

Hey, but, also not gonna be complaining here? Always glad for someone in my corner. [ He beckons her closer at this point, since she's pretty injured and he wants to be careful. ] C'mere.

[todorable]

[Todomatsu and Karamatsu stand in front of their tear; through it can be seen an oden cart set up on a riverbank, the food steaming and two empty seats waiting on the bench.

"Heh... Brother, it seems the time has finally come," Karamatsu begins, though Totty elbows him in the gut before he can whip out his sunglasses and start waxing poetic, as one does. That said, as much as Todomatsu has wanted to get out of this place from basically the moment he arrived, now that the opportunity is here, he can't help but hesitate.

"Gimme a sec..."]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ Arumat will be passing by, and then stopping here. He seems to consider something. Yet, the words seem to mostly fail him. }

A second for what? A proper goodbye?

why would anyone want this

[lynchwood]

[ Because I like tormenting Christy...

It's been a long few weeks. Nisha's not too thrilled that it took so long to get off this stupid ship, but it'll due. As long as she can get back to Lynchwood, she'll be good. Jack's alive and that's something to take into consideration.

She said her goodbyes already - a few people she dealt with better than others, but she's walking back towards the freaky space portal that shows off Pandora. Horrible, horrible Pandora.

Can't complain too much, she was in a good mood. She's gotten a few killings in under the guise of serving "justice" post murder under the public execution rule. Dr. Lin shockingly liked the spunk that Nisha had to offer.

Feel free to say goodbye or call her out for being a crazy bitch for 14 weeks. ]

-----

Continued for Jack:

You got your shit?

[ Like, you know, the essentials. Guns and possibly anything she wanted to steal. She has a few pocketed items she took from the nerdlab - explosives are always fun.

But, Nisha's not speaking to him callously. She reaches a hand up, giving his cheek a brush. She's both mad he took as long as he did and relieved to see him... not dead. ]

We're not coming back. Ever. Just going to think of this as a drinking bender gone horribly wrong. I'm ready when you are. Everyone got boring and lame when I couldn't kill them.

[ If Jack explained the stuff with Rhys, she sure as hell isn't showing it bothering her. :) Wait. Til. She. Can. Strangle. Him. ]

[refactor]

[ What was Jack even doing during that last part of the game?? A Mystery. Maybe just fucking napping, who knows or cares.

Regardless, as soon as they had connected to the Nuwa in person, Jack was very quick to head in search of one person in particular. It's probably a bit odd or surprising that Jack would be so attached to someone, but for anyone that's seen them together, it's pretty clear why. Boy is whipped. And he looks nothing short of totally infatuated by that fact. Honestly embarrassing.

Though as they're getting ready to leave, Jack is winding down from his brief goodbyes, since he didn't exactly have many to say. He hadn't been here with the intention of making friends, exactly. He's glancing around at some of those portals with a sharp interest like he's thinking through just how they work, but that thought is all but banished at the touch of Nisha's hand on his cheek. His attention is immediately focused on her instead, and he laughs as he reaches up to place his hand over hers. ]

Y'know, no worries about that, baby. I- Okay, maybe you liked your ship okay enough, but this one?

[ He snickers, then gives her hand a squeeze, because destruction is definitely flirting for the two of them. ]

Okay, well, how hard d'you think it'd be to track this piece of shit down once we get back to Pandora? I'd totally nuke it with the biggest friggin' one I could get my hands on.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[next to a tear leading to PARIS MYSTERE ahem modern day paris, there are two teenagers who you might recognize as "furries". they are holding hands, though marinette is obviously leaning closer and way more clingy than adrien, who still seems unsure. @ cat get over your angst you have two arms now and your harem is alive this is Fine? god. a bit further behind them is another teen obviously working hard on distracting someone everyone should recognize as Adrien's shitty dad. Gabriel may or may not have a black eye.

did adrien have an entire conversation with his dad to get him to adopt everyone else??? yes. yes and he got what he wanted because i am not rping with myself to that extent. fuck you guys. i do what i want.]

So... are they all going to live in your house now?

We've got space. Unless you want to let Yuno live in your parents' bakery...?

[marinette considers this]

Well... There's lots of really good stuff for her to eat!

[marinette is miraculous indeed, because that actually gets a small laugh out of adrien. MIRACLES DO HAPPEN???]

Before all that, shouldn't we...?

[say goodbye? marinette seems to figure out what he was going to say because she rubs her neck awkwardly]

... Yes, I'd like to say goodbye to everyone.

[EXCEPT FOR JACK]

[jackhole]

[ hello, have your local neighborhood reese who is avoiding the nisha and jack Situation back there and feeling kind of awkwardly alone since the fiona situation still sucks. which means he's going to go one-handedly harass teenagers. he still hasn't gotten that issue fix and it's mostly because he's too much of an arrogant snob about his tech to let yuno give him different ones.

he stumbles a little on his way over. ]

Hey, assho-- Teens. [ oh my god, don't call the teenagers assholes. ] Teenagers!

[ more stumbling and his one arm sort of sway a little, he's so freggin off balance right now. but, like, they're leaving? and he can't let them leave without getting righteously indignant for some reason or another one more time.

or, alternatively, saying bye first. ]

You're leaving right? With all your limbs and everything!

[ also because i didn't get back to that thread, rhys totally gave adrien a hug at this point, if not outright napped with him, just know that. rhys is a weird guy. ]