#pre crash.

[nursewashing]

@tulparscaptain continued from here!

anya likes a little small talk. sure, it's not the most deep variety of conversation, but it's a good avenue to potentially becoming that — or just getting to know the people she works with. with how rarely it seems that the captain opens up, anya is happy to hear curly's response. she smiles gently, nodding attentively as he speaks. when he returns the question, she's sure to answer in spite of a lack of answer on his part.

❛ hmm.... i miss the weather! i really enjoy feeling a nice cool breeze, or taking a run through nature and feeling the sun on my skin. even the rain during a thunderstorm can be so refreshing. ❜

she folds her hands together, tilting her head. ❛ the tulpar is very... temperate. not much changes. i don't mind it, but it doesn't make me really feel much, unlike the weather changes on earth. ❜

a few seconds follow, and she quietly adds on, ❛ um, not to be pushy, but i don't think you answered my question... it's okay if you don't want to, though. ❜

[qualityqontroll]

❛ don't worry. i'm not gonna rat you out. ❜ grace had slipped into the hall with nobody else around — all of the other crewmates seemed to be busying themselves with work. she'd ran through the list of tasks she'd been assigned today and double checked, triple checked... all finished for the day. with nothing else to occupy herself with, she'd taken to walking around the premises of the tulpar and its narrow halls. that's when she caught sight of jimmy, the scent of nicotine hanging in the air an unusual but noteworthy detail.

❛ how'd you even get those, anyway? ❜ a slight tilt of her head, curiosity visible in the technician's eyes as she watched @ih0pethishurts. ❛ brought them all the way from earth, or something? ❜

[nursewashing-a]

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sour.

❝ here ! y'wan' some? ❞ they're grinning lopsided, sheepish and hopeful as they offer the bag to her. ❝ it's okay, they're not too sour! ❞ it's their favorite snack after all, and good snacks are best enjoyed with friends !

❛ sure, i don't mind sour food! ❜ anya's lips curve up into a smile, albeit somewhat shy, as she reaches over to accept the offered snack. she pulls her hand back from the bag with one of them in hand, taking a bite. she waits until she's done chewing to speak up again, glancing at jamie with an approving nod.

❛ that's quite tasty, jamie. i don't think i've had these ones before. did you bring these from earth? ❜

prompts. | always accepting!

[d1tz]

Swaps your joetastic's Steam Awards outfit

[nursewashing]

anya smiles a little bit at daisuke's retrieval of the pillow and takes a seat, giving him an appreciative and thankful nod in acknowledgement. ❛ that sounds good! take your time. ❜

once he returns and asks her about connecting to a local network, anya furrows her brows. ❛ um... you know, i'm not actually sure. this might sound a bit sad to admit it, but i've never actually played minecraft multiplayer with others...

...but i have it installed now, at least! ❜

Daisuke gives Anya a pillow for a more comfortable sitting, takes his console and turns it on.

"While it's booting, I'll go to our computer and try to create a local network, okay? It won't take much time, I promise", he says and leaves the room.

It takes about five minutes to create a local network, but Daisuke succeeds and comes back. He sits down on the coach, takes his console and connects it to the local network.

"Do you know how to connect to a local network? I can help you if you don't".

[exidy-sorcerer]

[sorrypants]

wdym u have a bunch of team dresch tickets, natalie..

[nursewashing]

❛ ah... well, thank you! i don't always get praised for my work, so i really appreciate it. ❜ a meager smile was offered, anya's gratitude genuine in her shy expression. it was awfully easy to doubt herself in the wake of everything going on, but kind words always brought a smile to the nurse's face.

❛ it's nice to be told that i'm doing an amazing job... thank you, jon, really! ❜

I don’t think it’s foolish to want to change the world around You for the better, It’s admirable

*he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms* And You’re always doing everything You can to help not only Me but the rest of crew! You really are doing an amazing job

[zefirian1]

shh he's sleeping.. you can reblog this but be quiet!

i've been asked to draw curlya for quite some time. they're so sweet i can't

[nursewashing]

Post-trauma sentence starters:

"There's nothing wrong with asking for help."

it's incredible, how much a simple and kind statement could cause the nurse's eyes to flood with tears. she's been holding a lot in lately — about herself, about her pain from jimmy, from what he did to her. & now, something so simple as taking stock of medication has her hands trembling as her mind goes to dark places. hearing miriel cut through those miserable thoughts and hypotheticals anya's mind concocted ... it's helpful, certainly. all the same, anya isn't entirely certain how to accept that help.

❛ that's... really nice of you to say. ❜ she sniffles, taking a deep breath. ❛ i- i'm sorry. this is so unprofessional of me... i've just been having a lot of really difficult days. i wasn't expecting to hear something so nice, miriel... ❜

post - trauma sentence starters // accepting!

[sofiaruelle]

*Snorts*

I just wanted to draw Anya in the shirt. Curly just happened as a trauma response /lh. Jkjkjkjk his babygurlification pre-crash is healing.

[nursewashing]

❛ goodness. i'm sorry you're feeling so rough. ❜ anya's eyebrows furrow at the sound of his words, a bit too close to understandable feelings of wanting to end suffering. god knows, anya's familiar with the feeling. ❛ but please, try not to give up hope. you're safe here. ❜

anya retrieves the mentioned inhaler — it's a bronchodilator, menant to relax the airways in the lungs and give way to easier breathing. she shakes it, giving it a test spray in the air; it's previously been unused, seeing as nobody else on the ship seemed to struggle much with their lungs.

❛ here, ❜ she softly says, offering the inhaler to manny. ❛ if you can, try to sit up and take a deep breath while inhaling this. i'm hoping it'll help you breathe easier. if not, we'll have to see what other treatments might be more effective... ❜

"Bravely stupid or stupidly brave I would define." He needed to rethink on what should be the optimal way of improving his mood. He couldn't bring himself to be in a worthless position, even if it'll recover his physical state of being.

If what she stated is true, and he's potentially suffering from an acute hindrance, it would be wise to ignore his own stubbornness and listen.

The cons of taking care of his human body, a fragile vessel prone to diseases.

"Would decline, but you got me there. Surely there's enough inhales to make me jump out of bed and cherish the fact I'm alive." He laid down once again with an arm over his eyes to save his energy from this lingering fatigue.

"Now? I wish to be buried and sleep with the worms."

[nursewashing-a]

❛ can’t sleep? ❜ -Hugo!

❛ i'm afraid not... ❜ in the night hours, the tulpar ship transitions the large screen in the middle of the lounge into a night sky. it's anya's favorite time of "day" — the colors of the night are serene, and if she tries hard enough ( or, gets lost enough in her imagination enough... ) she can pretend she's looking out at the earth's sky. now, though, with some company ... she turns to hugo, tilting her head.

❛ would you like to join me? ❜ she smiles shyly, gesturing at all of the empty couch space beside her. ❛ plenty of room on this, um... how do you call it? long sofa? ❜ that doesn't sound quite right, but it's one of those english words that her mind occasionally gets stuck on. ( ottoman sofa, maybe...? )

anyhow, anya doesn't linger on that, her smile a bit nervous and apologetic, for one reason or another. she continues in a gentle voice. ❛ if you're having trouble sleeping too, that is ... sometimes, it's nice to just sit and look at the sky screen. ❜

prompts. | always accepting!

[pulgarcito-perro]

BONUS: Some sketches I made of Curly for the stripper ask while figuring his whole thing out.

TW // Mild nudity

[keennachotraveler]

Star gazing.

[nursewashing]

❛ oh... there's no need to say that about yourself! i'm sure you aren't as boring as you think you are, ❜ anya answers, smiling gently. there's a twinge of concern in her gaze over the misty look in their eyes; it's easy for her to worry a lot about others, and doubly so to second guess everything she says. (jimmy has made that... easy for her to do so. second-guessing becomes second nature, after enough torment.)

❛ i- i hope i haven't made you uncomfortable by asking. i don't mean to prod. ❜ her concern becomes more evident in the form of a fading smile, brows furrowed. she must've said something wrong. she must have. a deep breath, and anya attempts to remain level-headed. steady. she has to be steady. there's no other option. (it's really difficult to do.)

❛ you don't... you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, of course. i'm sorry. i was just... just trying to make conversation. that's all. ❜

No such luck, at first. In fact - it makes their perception of this encounter worsen. Instills this belief that the freighter's only nurse is trying to get some sort of reaction out of them. For a quick laugh, perhaps? The wave does little to put them at ease, eyes growing misty in a manner that is surely ridiculous to behold, a bit beyond parody. Over a matter so small, no less... It's only when she brings up that mechanic, that the crewmate seemingly snaps out of this funk.

Swansea? Of course. This woman - she must be some sort of masochist. That would explain why she's prompted them for a pointless coversation. A pity for her, they aren't the type to raise their voice or hurl insults like the man downstairs constantly does.

“ Oh. ” Their shoulders fall almost instantly, sweaty hands wringing together impulsively. They still refrain from making eye contact with her. Conjoined hands wiping a tear from one eye. “ Yes. I see. Eheh. I'm - well, I'm veeeery boring, really. Off the clock. I'm sure my stammering would only put you to sleep. ”

Does she want to sleep? Is that - is that her goal here?