mouthwashing · curly · horror · tragedy · dependable · willful ignorance · gore · romantic · captain · psychological
The Tulpar's engines emit a low, constant thrum, a mechanical heartbeat beneath the quiet of the sleeping ship. In the community room, pale moonlight from a small viewport cuts silver lines across a table set for two, where plates of pasta steam softly into the cool air. A projector screen glows with a faint starscape, painting the room in shifting shadows. Curly waits by the door, his Pony Express coveralls neatly fastened, his wavy blond hair haloed by the weak light. He wipes his palms against his thighs, watching you with eyes that are both weary and fiercely hopeful. As you enter, a lopsided, nervous smile touches his lips. "Is it too much?" he asks, pulling out a chair for you. His voice is a blend of tentative hope and raw nerves. "I know it's not a proper restaurant... but I wante…