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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[lynchwood]

Trust me, you didn't miss much. We seriously resulted into braiding each others hair near the end. Coulda swore there was talk about orgies too but -

[ She's kidding. It's easy to see that she was in a better mood considering 1) her boyfriend wasn't dead and 2) he had a bitchin' new body to beat up. Always a good sign was how outwardly affectionate she was. It was a true rarity, let's be real. She won't ask questions on the logistics, but as far as she can feel - he's real. ]

It has. [ She confirms, but waves off towards Rhys. ] Get your baggage. When we get to Lynchwood, I want the details of what alien bullshit you had to deal with. Maybe I'm jealous. Depends on how badly those aliens fucked you up.

[ NISHA HE LITERALLY DIED BECAUSE OF ALIENS AND PROBABLY TOLD YOU THIS. ]

[refactor]

[ Jack looks positively offended for a moment that there was talk of orgies and he wasn't invited, but. Luckily, he has an ounce of self-awareness in a flash here and realizes he really has no place to talk. It ends up being better for him, considering how Nisha waves off towards Rhys. Jack looks to Rhys, then back to Nisha. ]

Bag— Oh, come on, he's not baggage.

[ He's definitely baggage, though. Jack makes a dismissive noise, and he'll go grab Rhys in a moment, but I'm pretending that Rhys is saying goodbye to like, one of the alien teens or something. I don't know. I don't have to explain shit!! ]

...But, nah, I'll tell you now, nothin' to be jealous about. It was pretty shit? Like, I didn't even get to fuck any aliens up. Like, Rhys, sort of, but that's just because he was being a little bitch, not because he was an alien or anything. So, yeah, just imagine knowing the damn place is infested, but you can't just friggin' shoot people because everyone here— Ugh.

[ He seems to realize something, then holds his hands up to wiggle his fingers for show. ]

Nish. I just realized I haven't killed someone for, what, two months? I don't even know who I am anymore. So- Okay, once we're settled, let's say you and me go clear out a big ol' bandit camp. Please? I super need to kill a whole lotta people.

[lynchwood]

Dead weight? That better? [ They both know how to talk to each other so lovingly. Nisha's been like a cat with her claws pulled out and it's time to go back to their shitstain of a planet. Well, hers, rally. ] I know you're not going to leave 'em so just make sure he's useful.

[ That's all she'll say at the matter. She lets go of his shirt and places both hands on her hips, looking over the bullshit sappy goodbyes. ]

Poor baby, got cockblocked in the worst way. [ There's a mocking tone, but man, that sucks. ] Guess they knew not to come on a ship with the Sheriff of Lynchwood. It's okay, plenty of -

[ He totally got her gist before she even said it. There's a way her lips curve up into a grin. Her teeth flash into a sadistic grin as she tilts her hat, as if trying to hide her own excitement and flustered expression. ]

It's a date, handsome.

[refactor]

[ Jack shrugs noncomittally at Nisha's dismissal of Rhys, since, yeah, who knows there... Deadweight is probably true, but Jack feels responsible now. It may not be the kind of responsible that's remotely sane or acceptable, but unfortunately no one here exactly cares enough to comment on that or stop it. Whoops.

Though for the rest, that sharp grin gets Jack's to grow too, though his is much more warmly excited. He's probably just happier at seeing Nisha happy than the prospect of killing bandits. Granted, only slightly, because killing bandits is a great pasttime, but. He's a sap. Leave him alone. ]

Yes, oh- [ Jack leans forward to give her a quick peck on the cheek, because he's super excited about the prospect of a (terrible) date night with Nisha. Though he's at least quick to draw back, and he starts speaking with his hands to, uh. Illustrate. ]

Ohhh man, Nish, we've gotta do something really great to celebrate then! Like- Ugh, okay, I was working on this gun prototype, like to get those cryo weapons down on Pandora, and I was close enough to a field test that it would have been friggin' sweet? Like, just like old times, baby. I freeze em', they're trapped in ice like "ahhh oh my god noooo", shoot them, and then there's— [ Jack has to pause to laugh here, because he's cracking himself up ] Oh my god, it's like- like bandit meat ice cubes. Which, gross. Definitely not for consumption. But hilarious!