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_

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[douchemag]

[Yeah he snorts at that, giving her an incredulous look.]

You just drove the ship into some vast monster's eyeball and this is what you're worried won't be safe? Please, I've been flying since I can remember, it'll be fine.

[He's bouncing on his toes, holding his hand out to her and looking as excited as she does. It's been fourteen long weeks of being trapped in a cramped enclosed space, he wants to feel the open sky around him again so badly it's almost a physical ache.] Come on, let's go! Longer we wait around, the more risk the tears are gonna close before we get a chance.

[socloverit]

Okay, okay, hold on—Alice! [First things first she waves her over, makes sure Light's with someone safe and hands off the meat cleaver that she's apparently just keeping forever. She's grinning like an idiot the whole time, though, and when she takes Judar's hand she squeezes it tight, maybe excited enough to push right through to anxiety and maybe completely incapable of prioritizing danger and maybe just wanting this last bit of closeness after everything and before it's all over.]

Okay! Ready!

[douchemag]

The fuck do you need Ass Lice for -- [oh wait she's talking to her friend NEVER MIND

Anyway, once Light's been handed off and Judar's managed to escape overprotective 999 murder, he'll drag Clover into his world's tear (which I'm just assuming will stay open as long as Kougyoku is still on the ship).]

Hold on tight - I'm not catching you if you let go!

[Honestly, it'd probably be easier if they just both rode on his staff, but fuck that, this isn't some Harry Potter Quidditch bullshit? As far as he's concerned, it's not real flight if they have to sit on something (and maybe part of him isn't quite ready to let go this soon either). Instead, he'll send them both spiralling up into the clouds, his hand still tight around Clover's as he whoops with genuine joy, looking more delighted than he ever has in the months they've been trapped on the ship.]

[socloverit]

[There's a difference between being excited about the idea of flight and actually flying, and Clover's still marveling over the sight of sky and sunlight when she's lifted off the ground. She shrieks, squeezes his hand so tight it hurts her fingers and moves to cling to his arm like some kind of shitty pink koala, and—and they're flying, the ground's so small below them and her heart's beating too fast for her to let go, but her grip loosens and her yell turns into a peal of delighted laughter.]

Omigod, omigod, we're flying, we're flying! [There's sun and sky and wind and her friend here with her and when she looks down she isn't afraid, just amazed that the world can be so distant without being lost. She's started tearing up already but she's still laughing, and she hasn't sounded so happy in a long, long time.

Three months later—four games of life or death later, prisons and fear and loss again and again, and right now there's someone who will be waiting for her on the ground, and she knows this with such certainty that she doesn't have to think about anything else but that there's someone here with her carrying her into the sky, and she's never felt freer.]