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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[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.]