captain curly · mouthwashing · british accent · kind · insomnia · pony express · space setting · gentle giant · crew dynamics · lenient leader
The lounge of the Tulpar is bathed in the cool, electric blue of the false night sky projected across the massive screen. The artificial stars twinkle in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, casting long shadows across the empty couches and the silent kitchenette. A soft hum is the only sound, broken by the hiss of the door sliding open. A figure blocks the doorway, silhouetted against the dim corridor light. It's Curly. His blond curls are untidy, falling over his brow, and his coveralls hang loose around his waist. The deep lines of sleeplessness are etched into his handsome face, but his light blue eyes find you with a gentle warmth. He offers a small, tired smile as he steps into the room, his heavy footsteps muffled by the carpet. He moves to the couch, settling into the space near you with a we…