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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[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. }

[socloverit]

Arumat!

[Man, when isn't he failing completely at socializing. Arumat standing around and staring at her despite trying his best is pretty par for the course at this point, though—only she doesn't know what to say, either. So instead what she does, stomach wound be damned, is leap at Arumat and pull him into a hug as best as her tiny self can.]

[thanatosincarnate]

...?!

{ Clover is MOST definitely surprising him but he actually has a brief track record of tiny people trying to jump/hug/do whatever cute things friends do with him so maybe he shouldn't be surprised. Yet here he is.

Out of reflex he just moves to catch her just in case she might fall?? }

...What the he—don't you have a stomach wound?

[socloverit]

It's fine! [okay no it does kind of hurt but hugs are more important?? She's not about to fall over, though; she's as steady as she's ever been here and clinging to her friend.] You act like you don't know what a hug is, c'mon.

[thanatosincarnate]

Tch, I know what a damned hug is!

{ This probably looks SILLY AS HELL and he knows it, but Arumat's not letting go just in case. Shut up it's not like he's paranoid she'll drop somehow. }

... As long as this nonsense isn't bothering your condition, then it'll be actually fine. At the same time, as you'd guess, not many dare to hug The Grim Reaper.

[socloverit]

You're such a drama queen. [It's harder now to be silly, to be any of the girl from two months ago who made her friends push her around in wheelbarrows and took selfies with anything that moved, but the way she snickers when she says it sounds sincere.] I'm "daring to hug"— [Her voice drops for a moment, playfully mocking.] —my friend, stupid.

[thanatosincarnate]

I am not a 'drama queen'.

{ He'll grumble... okay, you know what? He's going to get revenge because now he's embarrassed. THIS IS WHERE THEIR FRIENDSHIP IS.

He'll pat her on the head, ruffling her hair a bit. }

[socloverit]

Are too.

[what, is this supposed to embarrass her?? joke's on him, she doesn't even know when the last time she so much as brushed her hair all the way through was so she doesn't have to put up a token resistance about him messing it up, she can just giggle at him!! ha ha, he expressed affection, she wins.]

[thanatosincarnate]

No.

{ He is a hop and a skip away from accidentally saying 'am not' but he's not going there!! He's also grumbling even more because Clover is giggling. Why.

Damnit. }

...What's so funny?

[socloverit]

Haha—I don't know, nothing. [Because it isn't funny, really, that a dead man is here and ruffling her hair and they're bantering in a way they would have, should have if they could have built their friendship against something besides trying (only trying) to piece her shattered self together. If it's anything, it's completely ridiculous, maybe enough that it pushes past the grief for now. After all this time spent being miserable, maybe she'll just latch onto any excuse to laugh again.] The look on your face, I guess.

[thanatosincarnate]

{ Indeed... something about this should be considered utterly ridiculous given everything's that happened. He too welcomes the excuse to have a lighthearted moment, somewhere within all of this grumpiness. }

...What about this look? Usually it sends those who see it running in fear.

{ Arumat finds himself asking, and he'll just give Clover an expression that looks for a moment pissed-as-all-hell, but the way his lips twitch suggest that he still has it within himself to joke. It reminds him of when he vaguely even poked fun at Edge, when they were on The Calnus. }

[socloverit]

[Instead of an actual answer:] Drama queeeeeen. Ooh, I'm soo scaaaared. [Could that be sarcasm, young lady?

But she pulls out of the hug, aware that this has already lasted past social acceptability, and still smiling.

And now it's her turn to be entirely out of ideas on what to say, but there's a band made of pink yarn wrapped on her right wrist—a little frayed from her adventures, speckled here and there with smears left where she couldn't clean blood well enough to keep it from staining—and she holds her arm out in front of her, pulls lightly at the band's edge. She remembers; she's worn it all this time.]