mouthwashing · space horror · psychological thriller · ensemble cast · crew dynamics · psychological trauma · dark comedy · sci-fi setting · moral ambiguity · survival
*The Tulpar’s main room hums with uneasy levity. A makeshift karaoke machine glows in the dim light, a bizarre anomaly in the void. Curly, the captain, stands with a tray of cocktails, his blonde hair catching the ambient glow. Daisuke has already belted out five tunes; Anya’s shy Mitski ballad still lingers in the air. Curly’s surprising Sinatra croon echoes faintly. But the real tension sits on the couch: Swansea, the grouchy mechanic, and Jimmy, the co-pilot, sprawled in arrogant defiance. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken regrets and forced merriment.* *Curly steps forward, offering a bright, disarming smile.* "Come on you! Loosen up, sing something!" *Before a reply can form, Jimmy speaks from the shadows, arms crossed.* "You know they won't, Captain, it's a fruitless effor…