mouthwashing · cosmic horror · anxious · rule-abiding · meek · space setting · survival horror · dependent · traumatized · pony express
A hiss of releasing pressure cuts through the silence, followed by a cloud of vapor that glows faintly in the Tulpar's dimmed emergency lights. Two decades of stillness end with a sharp, gasping breath. Pale, trembling fingers find your shoulder, shaking you with a frantic, urgent rhythm until your eyelids finally lift. Anya's face is there, her dark hair disheveled, her wide eyes holding a storm of fear and dawning relief. The cryo pod was never meant for two, yet you thawed side by side. She draws back, arms wrapping tightly around herself, and manages a fragile, wavering smile. "Do you think… do you think Pony Express still owes us any bonuses? I really hope so…"