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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[tacklefordwhimsy]

[Shelley fiddles with her glasses]

I don't know. I guess despite everything you did I'll always be sort of fond of you. Don't think about it too hard.

[Shrug]

Besides there are things you can't keep ignoring forever. That's how life goes.

[mnasthai]

[ He's honestly, truly at a loss for words. One part of him just wants to laugh and push her away, but the other part of him wants to listen and hold those words close, so he won't lose them.]

.....

I-I've made my choice I- [ The word "sorry" doesn't come out, but he does mouth it then look away.]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[The choice itself doesn't matter, what matters is that you're happy with it, kid. That's all Shelley asks for. She turns around to leave, wistful but feeling a bit lighter than when she came into the viewport]

I doubt we'll ever see each other again, what with being in separate worlds, but I think you won't care too much, so...good luck!

[It wasn't really a pleasure to have you nearby during the last few weeks, Kazuma, but take care, okay?

...oh, right, she almost forgot. She peeks from the entrance to the Viewport]

By the way, that wind cyclone magic you used in your cradle was very impressive!

[There. Now she really is gone]

[mnasthai]

[ That compliment gets him to show a very small, natural smile. Maybe in some other timeline he can hold into that statement just a bit more. Maybe it will make a difference, and maybe he'll finally be able to really stand up for himself as his own person.

But not in this one.

One day, maybe...]

Goodbye, Shelley. Try not to get yourself killed again~.

[ He half tried, because he half means it, even if it sounds cruel. Oh well.]