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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walks thru bead curtain "im here"

[baptizer]

[ She wasn't going to leave until she said her goodbyes, but my God, she sees Hancock and her fear washes away. It's a warm, loving expression - filled with fond memories.

Because.

You know, this is totally going to be a tender moment, isn't it? :) ]

Hancock! I wouldn't - I wouldn't leave without finding you.

[isodope]

Good, good. [Hancock is all smiles (as much as he can be) and reaches into his coat pocket.] I have something I need to share with you before you go.

[baptizer]

[ Look, she gave her thimble to Luke already so she's totally running out of sentimentals - ]

What - ? What is it?

[ You sadly have her interest. ]

[isodope]

Something very special.

[And he pulls out... a neatly wrapped joint.]

You might have flushed the only weed on Pyg, but Nuwa still had some! Let's smoke it together.

[this is it elizabeth. your touching warm moment.]

[baptizer]

H- Wh- Hancock!

[ Oh my fucking God, she's about to just backflip into the tear!!!


No, but seriously, Elizabeth looks at the small joint between his fingers with an offended look. She's a prude, but. ]

...Is this truly how you want to say goodbye? Off your rocker?

[isodope]

Liz, I haven't been on my rocker for several fucking weeks. I've been painfully sober and that ends now. Starting with this.

[baptizer]

[ Even if she's confident she will definitely open a tear to see Hancock in the future in Goodneighbor... she ... she doesn't fully trust her abilities yet. If they were to say goodbye, she may as well make it something worthy. ]

... You first. You deserve it, after all.

[isodope]

[He smirks and puts his hand back into his pocket, grabbing out a lighter that he snagged from Fahrenheit earlier. With a few lazy flicks of the metal, a controlled flame comes out. He lazily lets the flame make contact with the tip of the joint, pocketing it back when the cannabis inside is lit.

The inhale he takes is slow and deliberately so, as he enjoys the buzz that slowly begins to come over him. When he takes it out, he follows by turning his head to the side to blow the smoke out (he's at least courteous enough to not directly blow it in Liz's direction.)]

Oh man... it's a known fact that after you're off the stuff for so long, coming back fresh makes for a whole new experience.

[baptizer]

[ Why is she indulging him. Oh my god. She watches as he takes his hit, how he enjoys it and she's looking back awkwardly to Booker, then to Hancock. Man, boys sure love substances, huh? ]

Is it really that stimulating? It only hurts your body - [ DOES IT? There sure are debates in the future about this, Liz. ] ... I'm sorry for flushing your weed down the toilet if it meant this much to you.

[ She's still hesitant. ]