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

[jackhole]

[ hello, have your local neighborhood reese who is avoiding the nisha and jack Situation back there and feeling kind of awkwardly alone since the fiona situation still sucks. which means he's going to go one-handedly harass teenagers. he still hasn't gotten that issue fix and it's mostly because he's too much of an arrogant snob about his tech to let yuno give him different ones.

he stumbles a little on his way over. ]

Hey, assho-- Teens. [ oh my god, don't call the teenagers assholes. ] Teenagers!

[ more stumbling and his one arm sort of sway a little, he's so freggin off balance right now. but, like, they're leaving? and he can't let them leave without getting righteously indignant for some reason or another one more time.

or, alternatively, saying bye first. ]

You're leaving right? With all your limbs and everything!

[ also because i didn't get back to that thread, rhys totally gave adrien a hug at this point, if not outright napped with him, just know that. rhys is a weird guy. ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[i'm glad they hugged. im so very glad. Adrien looks happy to see Rhys, raising the arm Marinette is not holding down to wave at him because ha ha. he has both now. he can hold hands AND wave. fuck you, aliens.]

Rhys! Yeah. We're going back home, limbs and all. [he hesitates before offering:] We're taking stragglers if you want.

[he doesn't think rhys will take it, but. he wants to offer, so! somewhere behind them gabriel agreste is facepalming]

[also rhys > adrien > marinette for order]

[missmaladroite]

[Marinette waves with her free hand, too, but her reaction is a little more muted, she gives Rhys a wry smile but genuine.]

Please. Let's not ruin Paris by inviting Rhys along. I've got enough to deal with as it is. [but from the way she says it, she's obviously just kidding.] But yeah, you can come. You just have to promise to keep your yelling in check.

[likewise, she figures he won't take it.... but honestly, stealing Rhys away from Jack and getting him to Paris... where Marinette can train him to behave with delicious pastries from her family's bakery (okay, maybe not) is the best possible scenario for him.]