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cradleproject2016-09-07 01:42 am
WEEK 14 - I have been — and always shall be — your friend.
| 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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[The question allows for a pause and he shrugs lightly.] Going back to my world's tempting but it's too risky. If Elizabeth really made it perfect and just like home, the gods might try to send me back to the Underworld. That, and I made a promise. I'm going back with Adam.
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...Edge will decide for himself. I am not his keeper, nor is he mine.
{ He's a little awkward with his wording for what he says next, if only because he's not good with doing actual goodbyes at all. He even takes a brief pause. }
Then, that seems to be all. Now, let's at least hope the universe can keep itself together enough for us to have some sense of 'downtime'.
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I've always kinda wondered about space. Would've been nice to get to know it without being on the Pygmalion, but it seems par for the course. At least we can hope that this won't ever happen again. Do you even know how to use downtime, Arumat?
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{ Arumat is being sort of... flippant, slightly serious, and maybe sort-of joking ( his macabre humor possibly factoring in ) at the same time. How he manages this is a miracle. }
Yet, you probably know how to use it, don't you?
{ Is it too late to teach him, Luke? }
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{ Give him a moment to think on that. }
Be able to do something unforgettable and particularly enjoyable with a comrade. Something besides sparring, since that's an activity I can easily partake in no matter where I am.
...Something not stupid, but maybe recreational. It could be even just going to a place with friends that would have recreational activities.
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