â there is a b e a s t inside of you. dragon-tailed and full of rage, it leaves scales behind wherever it prowls. at first you try to feed it so it doesnât devour you: the cavernous darkness of its belly swallows you up. it says, you will always be a f r a i d.
TWENTY SEVEN. ENGINEER
Favourite & worst things about being away from Earth?
âDude, are you shitting me? I got to fucking see space and now Iâm on this nifty ass planet who looks thousands times cooler than Earth already and-and I get to touch shit and make shit without the suits towering all over me. Pretty sure Iâm making my brother piss himself with jealousy - which has always been one of my biggest lifegoals. No jerky dads, no landlords chasing my tail, my crew is filled with sexy motherfuckers. Life is pimpinâ good.
I just donât like being away from Sam. I gotta check if sheâs okay as soon as possible. Lack of Doritos and clubs. People arenât twerking. Hunky Marky gets the last part.â
âDepends on your definition.â Tegan looked up at the other female mischievously. âI was going to try and take a nap, but if you can tempt me with something good, Iâll get up.â
She grins. God, mischief looks so alluring on Tegan. âAre you sure?â itâs a hum, soft-penned when she ambles over, her fingers scratch under her skin like a trailing nip. âYou were trying to get some rest. My ideas might tire the fuck outta you.â
Article update ; zero. Creation update ; some peculiar object that elicits a beeping noise when one touches it but still hasnât figured out a way to not make it disintegrate afterwards. To put it simply, Heatherâs slacking, deprived of fun, and dulled the fuck out of her mind. Deciding to clear her head, she strolls over to one of the tentsâ entrance, unabashedly studies the other person. âHey. Iâm inspirationless as fuck. Wanna do something else? Something fun?â
Building tents was something you got quite good at in the army. So Markus had helped with his tent mates preparations to make their tent spacious and well put up. He had made sure they each had enough space and some privacy as best they could in their area of the tent. Normally in his line of work then tents he put up were practical so it was a little different for him to put up partitions and such but it seemed to work well inside. They each had some space to keep things.
For now he sat outside the entrance of the tent, on top of a now empty supply crate as people milled around. His rifle leaned against the tent as he tried to write down anything interesting he had seen as per their new orders from SAND. He wasnât much of a writer most of the time but he was used to filling out mission reports so he treated it like that to help himself get on with it.
Suffice to say that Heather is often deemed as a walking buzz ; one who bustles, talks, tinkers with inventions as bizzare as a gecko-looking device of communication without any apparent awareness of that particular concept called resting. She savors it though, the notion of keeping her hands busy--a lot of time in more ways than one. Hashtag, mental wink wink---it maintains all the damn whirls in her head, which is probably required to execute this new task thoroughly. Ugh, she doesnât like writing. Drawing is another expertise, but writing?
âThis is fucking tedious,â sheâs opted to wander again, bothered some people, discovered poor Markus to be her first target. He has a goddamn rifle with him ; which only attracts the thrill seeker like a moth to a flame. âWhy canât we just like, start a bonfire and do some marshmallow party or some shit? And then write about the damn experience. Crew members re-discovered their way to twerk. Thatâd be groundbreaking, donât you think?â
Andie was doing some research in her tent looking for clues. âhmm how can this be?â she said to herself.
âI donât know. Some funky, nipple-shapped thing?â she disregards personal space with a spectral flick of her fingers. Heather strolls over, leans her head over Andieâs shoulder. âWhat do you think it is, doc?â
&& . âAn article?â Theo growled. âAs if we donât have enough to worry aboutâŠâ He hadnât necessarily intended for anyone to hear him, but he certainly wasnât hiding his displeasure with their newest order from SAND.
âJust write some ridiculous shit.â And ridiculous in her dictionary is typically constructed by a stack of vulgar witicism brassy enough to sock open a manâs jaw ; though she thinks she still isnât sure if Theo would the sort of person to do that, graze a little tension with the higher ranks just for the brash-mulled entertainment of it. âReport: the planet is filled with naked creatures and daily orgies at night. Sexual fulfillment one hundred percent guaranteed?â
hello hello hello the name is winnie or you can simply call me winn if youâd like. iâm twenty three years old and i work as a journalist and editor, i like things that are shiny and pretty, iâm a huge sucker for beautifully sculpted roleplays like this so i am SO SO incredibly excited to interact with each and every one of you here <3
heatherâs full name is heather lin alcott, lin being the name of her late grandmother. she is the second of three alcott children.
she is chinese-american and was born in hainan, but only lived there for about ten months before she was moved back to long island, new york, where her family lived.
her older brotherâs name is caleb, and her younger sisterâs sam. sam is pretty much her everything and beyond. sheâd once said that, âif iâd to die one day, i would like to go knowing that you were okay, pipsqueak.â
unfortunately, she was raised in an extremely demure enviroment. her father was abusive, aware of her temper, and relished in pushing her buttons until she broke and then held her up so that he could build her all over again. the only reason heather stayed was because she required the financial support for her education as well as to protect sam and her mother. caleb left the toxic family after he turned eighteen.
despite everything, she preferred to act out and carried an i-donât-give-a-fuck attitude to prove that her father had no and would never have complete control over her.
heather struggled in high school due to her family issues, but she found comfort in learning about space concepts and using her hands to create, pour out her imagination as much as she possibly could.
she came out as gay during her senior year, and dated an aspiring mechanic until the two realized that things couldnât work well between the two of them and heather chose to get over her heartbreak by sleeping around with a fuck ton of girls.
 heather began working on a bunch of part time jobs after high school and eventually, managed to attend college and major in engineering. she did considerably better, doing the things of her passion.
after residing around and taking on more serious projects, heather was eventually lured to by the program. admittedly, she began to struggle again at first, deemed in the beginning as âtoo brash and recklessâ, but the girl learned and learned and managed to prove herself worthy enough to be put on the team.
sheâs pretty much a dork to be honest. says whateverâs on her mind, outgoing, literally she would have tried to annoy every single inch of the crew. other than engineering, heather enjoys creating art and doodling when things arenât too huddled up. she draws her sister a lot.
very loud quite flirty arguably kinky. likes blindfolds.
chances are, she would have slept with one or two members of the crew. (if anyoneâs interested, uh, further development of this, let me know!)
