WEEK 14 - I have been — and always shall be — your friend.

[al2955]

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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[erythristic]

[when she sees him, she's in the middle of folding one of her last letters, making the edges crisp and tight. old habits, really, to not do even that sloppy. but she smiles and stands, putting that work to the side for a moment.]

Arumat.

[is she teasing him by mimicking his greeting? just a little.]

[thanatosincarnate]

...

{ He'll pause... here. He's thinly aware he is being teased a bit. He'll just quietly 'hmph' and cross his arms like a mature individual. }

I came to see you off, and likely at the right time I'm assuming since you just finished up with... that?

{ He's talking about the folding of letters. He's racking his brain for how to proceed with proper farewell conversations but the socially awkward aspect of himself is biting him in the ass a little. }

[erythristic]

Wouldn't it be more like I'm the one seeing you off? Since it's as I told you - I'm not going back to that place. You, at least, can return and be delighted at the prospect.

[she smiles with an expression that doesn't fit how somber those words could have been.]

But you did come at the right time. I have something for you, if you want it.

[it's okay that he's socially awkward. she'll steamroll over the awkward parts for the both of them.]