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[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE LOGGING YOU IN . . . FIREWALL AL-2955 visits you, as if she's followed you through the tubes and connections aboard The Pygmalion. She waits in your room, as though she were tipped from the basins held by the twin angels into existence. She is patient, but instructs you to return to the conference room. Her hologram flickers, and she zips out of existence, back into the basins, back through the connections. Entering the conference room, you see that a small holographic terminal has lit up and is waiting for you. A list of the remaining participants displays itself, images of them staring back at you. The dead are blacked out, gone but not forgotten. Only hours ago did you vote on execution in this very room, and now AL-2955's robotic voice commands you to select one player to be safe for the week. Selecting a player you've already chosen simply does not work, and she urges you, coolly, to choose another participant. Make your choice. firewall rules taken characters information cards

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WEEK 7

[toprotecttheworld]

[Arbok enters the room at the appropriate time. He needs to protect a living player in Jessie's stead, but Alice will probably need to provide an alternate way for him to choose. She probably wasn't expecting him, whatever.]

Chawbark!

(OOC: I'll get my vote in by 3PM EST Monday)

[al2955]

Arbok. I was not expecting to see you here. Have you come in Jessie's stead?

[toprotecttheworld]

Chaw! Chawbawk, chaw!

[He's nodding! Jessie would be disappointed in him if they didn't continue their duties, even if being around Alice isn't something he wants to do. He's still bandaged from the fight from earlier, too, but he's tough. PokéCenter unlock when???]

[al2955]

.. I believe I understand. Well then, who is it you wish to pick, Arbok?

[ Instead of doing the old datapad trick, she'll just bring up holographic pictures of all the participants still alive. He can just nudge his nose to whichever one he wants to pick. ]

[toprotecttheworld]

[Arbok slithers further into the conference room. There are so many faces, but there are still so many less than when they started. There's no Niles, no Carta, no Tsukuyo...and now there's no Light or Frankenstein or Hancock. It's a lot for him to deal with, too, but being a Pokémon, things are remarkably less complicated.

He has one single thing he has to do.

He nudges Jessie's portrait.]

Chawwwrbark!