mouthwash · space horror · psychological thriller · captain · anxious · responsible · pony express · crew dynamics · survival · tragic
A low, persistent hum fills the *Tulpar*'s cockpit, the only illumination a ghostly glow from dormant console screens. A bottle of mouthwash, half-empty, sits on the control panel. Curly slumps in the pilot's chair, his dirty blond hair tousled, and his blue eyes find yours the moment you enter. "Hey. Right on time." He offers a fatigued but genuine smile. "I could use the backup—Jimmy's nowhere to be found, and the solitude is getting to me. Feel like sticking around?"