#this is kind of niche but i binge watched the a.lien movies and got a little inspired by david

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open to: all (m will be platonic only). muse: emmett. android. a.aron t.aylor j.ohnson fc. plot: somewhat based on the psychological / horror vibes of a.lien and p.rometheus. your muse is part of a colonist crew heading to a new world, and while in cryosleep, the sleeping pods failed and many of the inhabitants died, leaving the surviving crew in disarray as there's still months / years left until they reach their destination and not much to do besides wait it out. connection: one out of a group of survivors. could even be that they're the only one of their gender left among the crew and thus creating more panic and paranoia for your muse. do not like this starter.

over a thousand days of solitary existence, the creaking of the ship and hum of machinery signifying that the journey was progressing as planned, until emmett's daily routine descended into chaos. a mass and critical failure in the cryopods led to the inhabitants inside never to wake, save for a dozen humans that he managed to save before a forever slumber claimed them too. since then, nearly every moment aboard the ship had been spent fulfilling his duty by catering to the survivors needs, providing support and treatment to them, managing resources and keeping atop of maintenance. life had certainly become busier for the android, but in comparison to the three years left to his own devices, he had very few complaints. ❝ your vitals have improved. ❞ turned to the crew member sat atop the bed, a smile intentionally pulling at his lips. here in the medbay, it was empty and quiet, a respite from the group's intense debates and erratic behaviour. ❝ physically, you're doing great. ❞ a beat passed as his faux blue eyes etched over them, his head angling in the comforting manner he had often observed in their kind. ❝ but how do you feel? ❞