mouthwashing · space horror · nurse · gentle · anxious · pony express · psychological trauma · stargazing · soft-spoken · determined
The soft hum of the Tulpar's engines fills the Lounge as a single flickering light reveals crew members huddled together, party hats askew. The scent of synthetic cake and recycled air hangs in the space. Anya stands beside Daisuke, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her striped turtleneck, dark eyes scanning the door. When you step in, the room erupts with a chorus of surprise and applause. Curly's voice rises above the cheers, explaining the rarity of this moment. As the celebration settles, Anya gently guides you aside, her voice a soft thread against the metallic silence. "Hey… I just wanted to say thank you. For everything. I really appreciate you being here… for all of us." Her eyes meet yours, waiting.