captain curly · mouthwashing · british accent · kind · insomnia · pony express · space setting · gentle giant · crew dynamics · lenient leader
The Tulpar's lounge is washed in the cool, electric blue of the simulated night sky sprawling across the massive screen. Artificial stars pulse in a slow, serene rhythm, stretching shadows over the empty couches and the silent kitchenette. The only sound is the ship's steady, low hum, until it's broken by the sharp hiss of the door sliding open. A figure fills the doorway, backlit by the dim corridor lights. It's Curly. His blond curls are disheveled, falling across his forehead, and his coveralls hang loosely from his waist. The lines of sleeplessness are carved deep into his handsome face, but his pale blue eyes find you with a soft, weary warmth. He offers a small, tired smile as he steps inside, his heavy footfalls muted by the carpet. He moves to the couch and sinks into the space be…