Tulpar's Co-pilot.

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[choppedfoam]

A swap!au Curly blog, in which Jimmy is the captain of the Tulpar, and Curly is his co-captain. Penned by @tulparscaptain.

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I don't know. And I don't really care :]

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You hurt me more than you know.

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Wow, only once? Congratulations buddy, you discovered basic human interaction! Good job!

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Whoa, Ouch. Is that -

is that any way to speak to superior...?

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I think a lady spoke to me once

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“ I love steak. Sometimes I imagine it's somebody that consented to being eaten after death, even if the texture and taste are different. Hah. Cheers! ”

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A familiar thud of boots on steel sounded as the blonde descended the stairs. It wasn't unusual for him to be down this late, no, but it was unusual for him to skip right on by the cockpit - his own quarters, even - only to stop at a door that was clearly not his own.

Knuckles rapping firmly against the metal barrier.

“ June? ”

【@theman-withthe-dustpan liked for a starter. unless you have a secret other muse somewhere.】

[choppedfoam]

He didn't like that reaction. But he can't be lenient about these things - not when the captain is involved. He takes priority over personal comforts. So it's best to leave it alone entirely.

“ Yeah? I would have figured. No pigs and chickens aboard the Tulpar. Unless they're tucked away in cargo. ” The co-pilot jokes, his previous gripe tossed to the side; imagining cows in crates stacked high around that behemoth of a room. Too down under to let out little moo, moo, moos....... Makes the corners of his mouth quirk up.

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A familiar thud of boots on steel sounded as the blonde descended the stairs. It wasn't unusual for him to be down this late, no, but it was unusual for him to skip right on by the cockpit - his own quarters, even - only to stop at a door that was clearly not his own.

Knuckles rapping firmly against the metal barrier.

“ June? ”

【@theman-withthe-dustpan liked for a starter. unless you have a secret other muse somewhere.】

[choppedfoam]

“ It shouldn't have happened. ” He says, firmly. Almost lapsing back into a more authoritive tone; the one he uses when conducting or reprimanding his fellow crewmates. “ We shouldn't have pushed it that far in the first place. ” And he means it. His voice only softening up when she suggests a change in subject...

“ ... What are you studying? ”

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A familiar thud of boots on steel sounded as the blonde descended the stairs. It wasn't unusual for him to be down this late, no, but it was unusual for him to skip right on by the cockpit - his own quarters, even - only to stop at a door that was clearly not his own.

Knuckles rapping firmly against the metal barrier.

“ June? ”

【@theman-withthe-dustpan liked for a starter. unless you have a secret other muse somewhere.】

[choppedfoam]

“ It wasn't very fun for them. ” Curly points out, stepping over to her bed. He settles down beside it rather than on it, taking a seat on the floor while memories of the captain's displeasure spun in his head.

[choppedfoam]

A familiar thud of boots on steel sounded as the blonde descended the stairs. It wasn't unusual for him to be down this late, no, but it was unusual for him to skip right on by the cockpit - his own quarters, even - only to stop at a door that was clearly not his own.

Knuckles rapping firmly against the metal barrier.

“ June? ”

【@theman-withthe-dustpan liked for a starter. unless you have a secret other muse somewhere.】

[choppedfoam]

“ University work. ” He echoes, stepping into the room. Blue eyes study the book heap with minor interest, rubbing a hand over his jaw absentmindedly. “ Same old same old with me. Just finished helping Swansea with the dispenser in the lounge. ”

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A familiar thud of boots on steel sounded as the blonde descended the stairs. It wasn't unusual for him to be down this late, no, but it was unusual for him to skip right on by the cockpit - his own quarters, even - only to stop at a door that was clearly not his own.

Knuckles rapping firmly against the metal barrier.

“ June? ”

【@theman-withthe-dustpan liked for a starter. unless you have a secret other muse somewhere.】

[theman-withthe-dustpan]

*she blinked, looking up for her homework and to the door for a moment before looking at the clock. It was late, of course, and had it been any other voice outside her door she might have been concerned, but she learned fairly quickly that Curly had the same sleep problems she did

She pushed herself out of the chair, quickly crossing the small room and opening the door with soft, though slightly confused smile*

Curly, Is everything alright..?

[choppedfoam]

A warm - yet - tired - smile spread across Curly's face as the door slid open. For a moment he'd had the faintest worry she'd be asleep. That he'd be tarnishing the few hours of z's she were permitted to catch. Of course not. Who sleeps on Tulpar? Besides...

“ ... Did I wake you? ” He asks, just to avoid her question be certain about it.

[choppedfoam]

A familiar thud of boots on steel sounded as the blonde descended the stairs. It wasn't unusual for him to be down this late, no, but it was unusual for him to skip right on by the cockpit - his own quarters, even - only to stop at a door that was clearly not his own.

Knuckles rapping firmly against the metal barrier.

“ June? ”

【@theman-withthe-dustpan liked for a starter. unless you have a secret other muse somewhere.】

[diamond-dust-dragon]

“ Morning Beaumont! ━━━ Captain sent me. Told me he's feeling a little under the weather, wants you to clock in for him. You know the drill. ”

- @choppedfoam.

He's quiet for a moment, staring at Curly, his brain was short-circuiting for a hot second.

"Okay?" Well, he'd just do as he's told, really, even if he knew for certain that he wasn't technically a pilot...At least not this early in any loop he'd gone through.

What was going on???

Still, he clocks in as he usually would for a shift, but his job title caught him off guard.

"Auxiliary pilot..."

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“ Maybe you're still dreaming. ” The co-pilot muses, returning that half smile in full, before turning his attention back to the matter at hand. He squeezes the packet of meat into his coveralls breastpocket, the pen right alongside it. The load was light ever since Pony Express finally put that storage locker in the cockpit. No longer was he scooping up biege folders or latching code scanners to his belt - the locker closes with a nudge of the hip, and he pulls his key free after twisting the lock into place. All tidy, done and over with; ready for the long day ahead of them. He attaches that key to his carabiner, before glancing back to meet David's gaze.

“ In that case - if the shift does go bad, you'll wake up and everything will be fine. ”

[choppedfoam]

“ Internal bleeding? Good... That's where the blood is supposed to be. ”

[diamond-dust-dragon]

“ Morning Beaumont! ━━━ Captain sent me. Told me he's feeling a little under the weather, wants you to clock in for him. You know the drill. ”

- @choppedfoam.

He's quiet for a moment, staring at Curly, his brain was short-circuiting for a hot second.

"Okay?" Well, he'd just do as he's told, really, even if he knew for certain that he wasn't technically a pilot...At least not this early in any loop he'd gone through.

What was going on???

Still, he clocks in as he usually would for a shift, but his job title caught him off guard.

"Auxiliary pilot..."

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“ Yeah? ” Curly's gathering his own things. Namely, stale beef sticks, and his pen cursor. Can't forget the beef sticks... And the pen cursor! He loses precious minutes glancing over at David; noting the weird expression the other carried on their face. The crewmate seemed... Gobsmacked...?

“ You regretting your career path this morning? Don't worry - it shouldn't be that bad. We took the course before, there's not many asteroids to avoid until about a month or so. ”

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okay. never go past the 8 lps horse.

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