piloting-an-intern

[piloting-an-intern]

There's a figurine of Nebbie from Pokémon that's been left, as well as a pad of sticky notes. On top of the pad is a single red post it that's been folded into a crane

Huh? Oh, Cool.

Wonder who could've left this..

[piloting-an-intern]

What's the point in tracking the days anymore..

Captain Curly and Co-Pilot Jimmy are dating now. At least, that's what I've heard. I'm quite happy for them!

A love story in space, It sounds like a cheesy romance novel, haha. I would read that. I love cheesy romances.

In other news, rats have been discovered in the vents. This is problematic due to there being an open-food kitchen. I wonder if Food Safety Officer Neon knows?

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I think they're asking what timezone the ship functions in, Sir.

greetings father, in what state is autochthonous to your daylight hours progressing thitherto ?

I can't tell if you're asking me where I'm from or where I damn sleep at night. I'm not going to be able sleep anymore after trying to comprehend this.

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Day unknown, still haven't worked up the nerve to ask Captain Curly what our day count is..

I know these logs are only meant to catalog important information and recounts of the days we spend up here, but.. It's my recorder. I'll say what I like.

I feel out of place, up here. Not on the Tulpar, but in space. It feels like stepping into your grandmother's home after she's passed or your high school after you've graduated. You aren't meant to be here, not anymore.

We have Stardust in our blood, you know. Everything we know, everything we love - it was born from the violent and tragic deaths of stars, millions and millions of years ago. Back on Earth, I thought that maybe going out into space would be like going home for the first time.

I was wrong.

The moment we left Earth, it felt like everything but the stardust within me was left behind. It feels like the void is screaming at me that we do not belong out here. It has been too long. We can not fit in out here anymore. We are stars no longer.

I can only hope that the feeling fades.

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>[There was a loud noise coming from the medical room. It seems like someone dropped some glass in there.]

>[As you entered the room, a girl about a year older than you was cleaning the mess on the floor.]

>[This is the first time you'll be interacting with her.]

>[From what you heard from Curly, she is Anya's Intern... Nearly everyone forgotten her name, well... Except for Daisuke.]

>[Would you like to talk to the medical intern?]

> @mouthwashingcameronrookie <

((00C: hello! I love your OC blog!:D))

{OOC: Thank you!! I love yours, too!!}

[Why yes. Yes, he would. He'd been struggling to work up the nerve to talk to anyone on board, and honestly, he was starting to get nervous that he'd not talk to anyone before the haul was completed.]

[But opportunity strikes eventually. It always does.]

"Excuse me?"

[He takes a step closer, his voice recorder clutched tightly in hand. After a moments hesitation, he crouched down across from them.]

"Would you like some, uhm, help, maybe? This is a pretty big mess.."

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It's come to my attention that..

[He pauses, looking down at the paper he's holding. Then, he continues speaking into the voice recorder.]

A Mr. Neon, Food Safety Officer of the Tulpar, believes that I uh.. don't.. blink? To rectify this belief, I will assure everyone that I do, in fact, blink. I am also fully human and not a "lizard person."

Let the record show that this clarification has been made!

[piloting-an-intern]

Day.. Something. I think I've forgotten the days. Well, that's alright. I'll ask Captain Curly what day it is later.

Today has been uneventful. I spent most of it sitting in the lounge and observing the crew as they went about their days. No one spoke to me, likely because I'm new on the ship and much younger than most of the crew. I think Mechanic Intern Daisuke is only a couple months older than me.

It's boring, but it's alright. Will report later if there's any changes.

[piloting-an-intern]

Hello? Can you hear me?

Are we connected? This voice recorder is kind of finicky.

Well, if you can hear me.. Hi, my name is Elias Caufield, junior editor and investigative journalist for the Star-5150 intergalactic newspaper! My first and most exciting assignment is right here, on the Tulpar!

I'll be keeping records of my time and thoughts here. And if I can get my comms to work, maybe I can talk to everyone planet-side..

{OOC UNDER CUT}

Hello, yall! It's Ry. I mod for this, and for @curly-capt

18, no sexual asks, He/they

Blog will interact with OC and Canon blogs!! Do not send asks that do not pertain to the Mouthwashing Universe, as I do not do crossovers.

Thank you!

Tag guide:

#Ellie Investigates - Logs of events

#Crew Transcripts - Interactions with the crew(s)

#Comms are up - Asks

#System error? - Post crash