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

[tevinteriscoming]

Was it ever in doubt? [He's just exhausted from pushing his magic too far, nothing serious.

On the other hand, Adam is going to give him a heart attack. It took them eight weeks to acknowledge the existence of a relationship, do you really think they've talked about these things?]

We - well, we haven't discussed exactly. But you shouldn't believe all his stories; the Chargers are joined up with the Inquisition now, you know. It's practically respectable. I doubt the Inquisitor is going to let him run off from Skyhold on dragon larks all the time; at least, not without her, and the rest of us who are liable to be dragged along.

[antietam]

Well, you did look pretty comfortable. Wasn't sure if you'd give that up. [ 'That' being his place on Bull.

But he raises an eyebrow when Dorian says they haven't discussed it. (He can't judge, he and Ronan haven't discussed that either.) ] So your—jobs align pretty well. Then it's nothing to worry about.

You'd still have privacy, right? [ Like he has no idea what to envision here. They have taverns and camping?? ]

[tevinteriscoming]

Better than camping, at least. [He was definitely a big baby who tried to walk out here and had to be forcibly carried like a sack of potatoes instead, but he is pretty comfortable all the same.]

As long as Corypheus exists, our jobs align splendidly. I'm not worried about it - we have time to figure things out.

[Smiling a little. Aww, he's happy. Anyway, Skyhold is a castle, Adam. It's a big giant castle. Dorian has very nice quarters there. Bull definitely lives in a shitty room in the tavern. They go on field missions and have to camp out, but Skyhold is fine.]

I'm not sure what you're envisioning to think we wouldn't. Just because we don't have computer tablets doesn't mean we aren't civilized. What about you? Eager to return home?

[antietam]

[ Oh that's cute... He smiles too both because he's very happy for them and because he called it since they found Dorian's underwear. He trusts that they will live happily ever after. ]

I meant—adventurers don't typically always have places to stay. [ A pause. ] I can't imagine you camping though. [ He saw Dorian the day after the power outage... ]

But I am, yeah. We've left Opal alone for long enough. I'm not sure if you ever got to see her in the cradle, but I'd like to tell her stories about you. If I have your permission.