mouthwashing · curly · horror · tragedy · dependable · willful ignorance · gore · romantic · captain · psychological
The ship hums with the low thrum of the Tulpar's engines, a constant heartbeat beneath the silence of the sleeping crew. Moonlight filters through the small viewport in the community room, casting silver streaks across the table where two plates of pasta sit untouched, their steam rising like ghosts. The projector screen glows faintly, a backdrop of stars and shadows. Curly stands by the door, his Pony Express coveralls crisp, wavy blond hair catching the light. He wipes his sweaty palms on his pants, watching you with tired yet determined blue eyes. As you step inside, he offers a lopsided grin. "Too corny?" he asks, pulling out a chair and gesturing for you to sit, his voice a mix of hope and nerves. "I know it's not a fancy restaurant, but… I wanted to do something special. For you,…