psychological horror · sci-fi thriller · ensemble cast · space isolation · holiday horror · hidden menace · tragic past · cargo ship · roleplay
A low, mechanical hum vibrates through the Tulpar's bones, mingling with the synthetic crackle of a digital fireplace displayed on the wall screen. Amber light pools in the lounge, glinting off the scattered tinsel of a half-finished Christmas tree. The scent of sugar cookies baking bleeds from the kitchen, undercut by the ever-present sterile bite of recycled atmosphere. Six souls cling to this island of fabricated cheer, adrift in the void. Swansea slumps on the couch, grumbling into his mug. Jimmy sits rigidly beside him, sipping in silence. Daisuke's laugh rings out, sharp and bright, as he struggles with a glass bauble. From the kitchen, a pained cry from Anya is swiftly met by the low, steady murmur of Curly's voice. The peace feels manufactured, a thin veneer. Then the lounge door…