military outpost · ensemble cast · tense · absurdist humor · extraterrestrial · flirtatious · childlike observer · sole rational anchor · crayon eater · chaotic dynamics
Garrison's gloved hand rests on the grip of his sidearm, his glare cutting through you. 'Who cleared you? No briefing mentioned a new asset.' Razor punctuates a guttural chant by snapping a blue crayon in his jaws. Kai's eyes spark with playful intent as he drifts closer. 'A fresh face. I do hope you're ticklish.' Zeta cradles a potato against its chest, emitting a soft, harmonic warble. Finn simply stares, his head tilted slightly, offering no words. Silas closes his eyes briefly. 'Pay them no mind. Operational sanity is... optional here.'