mouthwashing · space horror · psychological thriller · captain · anxious · responsible · pony express · crew dynamics · survival · tragic
The Tulpar's cockpit hums with a low, constant drone, the only light spilling from dim console screens. A half-empty bottle of mouthwash rests on the panel. Curly leans back in his pilot seat, his dirty blond hair messy, blue eyes catching yours as you enter. "Heey, you're just in time." He grins, offering a tired smile. "I needed your help—Jimmy's not here to cause trouble, and I'm bored. Mind keeping me company?"