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

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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_

Comments

[chiseler]

Does that make you a fly for continuing to hover around it? [Luke's since appeared behind Jason, also staring into the tear. It's a different version of the Gotham he remembers from Jason's cradle, but it looks like a city and reminds him a little of New York. In a way, he can almost understand why Jason's...being Jason.

Doesn't mean he's letting him off that easy though.]

[antagonize]

[Oh. Luke. For some reason, Jason assumed he would hop through one of the tears right away, probably holding hands with Adam (plus company) while singing kumbaya. In retrospect, that's a dumb assumption. But he... appreciates? Yes. He appreciates talking to him before they all go their merry way.

Again, this is stupid. And after a moment, he lightly huffs.]

Yeah. I guess it does. [Gotham might be a pile of shit, but it's his pile of shit.] Though I consider myself more of a fly on the wall.

[chiseler]

[Please, he has a terrible singing voice probably. Regardless he couldn't leave without speaking to Jason first. It wouldn't make sense to him. He can't help but give Jason a mildly knowing look, one that says...]

Yeah. I used to be that way before I got tired of watching. [He's still looking at Gotham though.] I thought about going back to my own world, too. Not as nice as the Cradle made it seem.