You better trust that voice in your head that your world is not what it seems [Tues night, Week 11]

[chiseler]

[He had tried to fall asleep early. His conversation with Dorian had left him with some things to think about, not to mention he's still actively trying to plan something in his head to stop Adam from going through with his plan and letting Luke take over. Overall, it's enough to hurt his head and he's not too happy with it.

Of course, he's also not too happy when he's finally managing to doze off and his datapad automatically opens to Furry Passing. He's about to grumble about malfunctioning tech, but then he gets a glimpse at the message-sender.

Perkins?

He sits up suddenly and immediately looks for where Adam might be.]

Uh. Are you seeing this?

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[chiseler]

Um. My dad kinda created the internet. [End him.] We don't really talk about it.

And of course I don't believe in coincidence when my entire life has been planned out for me. But on the other hand...fate's such a weird thing on this ship. [He doesn't like it either, but when Adam buries his head in his hands Luke's immediate response is to bring a hand up to pet the side of his hair and pull his head closer to his shoulder. This has been a trying week for both of them and he's pretty fed up with not having a solid answer.]

We're not killing anybody okay? Promise me. Promise me you're not going to crack and I'm not going to crack and we will think of something. We're both smart enough not to play into her hands. We've just gotta think of something. [He frowns to himself.] I just wish we understood how she contacted the Nuwa. That's out most important part.

[antietam]

That— [ What. He's not an expert on the history of the internet but that doesn't seem true? But, okay, Hermes and travel, he's just... not going to argue. ] Right, so. Yeah, maybe you can do something.

[ He does believe it. Luke has a lot of cool abilities and maybe River neglected to take all of them away. His hands move away from his face and he just closes his eyes, tired and wishing he wasn't such a horrible person that he has to promise not to kill anyone. ]

I won't. I'll try. If—if Ronan dies, then Opal falls asleep forever. I know I still have a lot to do, but if they're gone... I lose everything. [ He takes in a breath. Thinking that way is going to kill him. ] Do you think there might be a way to get around her?

[chiseler]

[Shrug. Listen he doesn't get it either, buddy, it just. Is. But he's tired and this is hard to think about and he hates that there's a lot of indecision so he leans back a little to make them both more comfortable even as he's reading the notes they have.]

It's going to be okay. [Somehow. He'll make it so no matter what. That much is certain.] I don't know if there's a way around her but...River usually harps on me about doing stuff myself and finding ways to find answers myself. What if we just asked her to talk to the Nuwa AI ourselves instead?

[antietam]

[ He wants to believe Luke. He knows he's said the same thing to Luke a lot in the past, so it's only right that he accept it this time. So he nods slowly. ]

Seems easiest. That'll be our first try. If she refuses, we'll have to find another way. But I can't right now. [ He's thinking about too much and he's tired and if there's even the slightest chance they can talk to the Nuwa AI, they need to be in the right frame of mind. He lingers with Luke a little longer, almost like he's fallen asleep, but then he sits up and gathers his things, then gets off the bed. ]

I'm going to sleep. You should try again, too. You'd just managed before the messages came up. [ Maybe he listens to make sure Luke is sleeping. ]

[chiseler]

So don't try right now. [It's mumbled mostly because it's late and they're both stretched pretty thin and they both have a lot of thoughts to navigate through. So he's quiet and lets Adam stay with him even as they're both silent and thinking.

If they can talk to the Nuwa AI at all...who knows, maybe they can find another solution. They all have the same goals in mind so a solution would be ideal. He jerks slightly when Adam sits up and he blinks at him when the boy moves off of the bed, cracking a slow grin in return.]

I should be weirded out that you know that but at this point I've given up thinking I can get away with much around you. [But with Adam off of his bed Luke's stretching out and curling into a comfortable position.] We'll start putting together a list of questions and stuff in the morning okay? Go over the notes again and everything. [The notes, of course, which he's putting under his datapad next to his pillow. This is fine.] We'll figure it out. Promise.