We Have A Crisis

"You know what you look like, Lieutenant? With your perfect salute and your extra-starched uniform? Like someone who very much wants to matter." [[Indie rp blog for Lieutenant Commander Renee Minkowski and Captain Isabel Lovelace from The Wolf 359 Podcast]]

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

professionalbreakerdowner​:

“Did you really think I’d fall for a trick like that?” The answer is too many times. He’s lost track anyway, couldn’t have told her even if he wanted to. “Are we really this bored? Have we seriously hit this new, terrible low?”

“Is it really such torture?” It would have been easier if he had fallen for the trick, but she supposed he may have at least learned something through the many times he’d played. “You don’t enjoy playing at all?” 

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

professionalbreakerdowner​:

“Do you know,” he retorts, “how many times I’ve lost this stupid game to Kepler? Do you have any idea what a sore winner he was?” It hurts still to think about Kepler or to talk about him. Not as much as it hurts to think about Maxwell, but the pain is still there. But it’s been hurting a little less, for every Goddard building they’ve destroyed. Memories are getting a little more sweet and a little less bitter as each day passes.

“Do you want to tell me?” She knows. When Kepler first introduced the game, it was more than obvious that Jacobi hadn’t enjoyed it in the slightest. She was sure that the colonel had pushed it onto the SI-5 quite often. At least they wouldn’t go as long as Kepler and Hera had. Isabel knew Jacobi would give up before they got to that point. 

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

professionalbreakerdowner​:

The way she starts the conversation, he already knows he’s not going to like whatever she says. It’s something in the tone, in the sudden breach of the silence between them. He groans when she asks the question, but it’s already a question. It’s already started. “Don’t you think we’ve suffered enough games?” He thinks he’d almost rather be back on the Hephaestus than deal with this.

“What?” It’s all she can do to contain a laugh. She’s surprised that he responses with a question at all--Lovelace almost expected to be met with silence. Or some kind of bitingly sarcastic comment. She wonders how long it will last. “This isn’t entertaining to you?” 

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

I still need to work on verse. I always need to work on verse 

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

@professionalbreakerdowner​

“Hey Jacobi...” They’ve been driving for a long time now, and while the silence is comfortable, she still doesn’t appreciate being left alone with her thoughts for too long. “Want to play....Questions Only?” 

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

Every time I relisten to Wolf 359 I come back here 

If anyone wants to plot or anything (or has follow recs for space muses!) hit me up 

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

“Fasten your seatbelts, stay out of my way, and don’t try me.” 

[junosteil]

[“you are so god damn pathetic. you know why? because you talk and talk and talk about everything that you’re doing for humanity, and you haven’t even realized— well guess what? you’re not human. you lost— no, you sold every piece of your humanity.” -isabel lovelace]

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

Starter Call

Go ahead and hit that heart button for a starter from one of the space moms! 

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

professionalbreakerdowner‌:

“I’m telling you now.” The rest of the details don’t particularly matter. It hasn’t impacted the quality of the work he’s done. “A splint would be better. I need to stop moving it.” He’s pretty sure he’ll fuck it up with just a sling, though he doesn’t really want to acknowledge that.

“Fine. I’m sure there’s some supplies in Hilbert’s little shop of horrors.” At least he’d left behind something useful, even if his life’s work had been a waste. “Follow me. We’ll get you fixed up.” She turned toward the lab, not even bothering to check if she was being followed. “And Jacobi? Next time you get hurt, tell someone. We can’t have a non-functioning member of the crew.” 

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

professionalbreakerdowner‌:

“As okay as things ever are on the good ol’ tilt-a-whirl of doom.” He made his best attempt to give her a smile, though he was pretty sure it wasn’t that convincing.

“...Okay, you want to tell me what this is about? Hilbert finally get you into his lab for a physical?” 

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

Minkowski is just a tired space mom someone get this woman a blanket and some cookies 

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

@empathyled​

“You know I was really, really hoping I had left all of this weird stuff back on the Hephaestus.” She knew after everything she’d seen it had been a long shot, but she still had the hope for a normal life with her husband. And the girl before had looked normal enough--she looked athletic, although not really battle hardened. But Renee was no longer naive enough to take things at face value. Goddard Futuristics had taught her better than that. “Please give me some bullshit excuse and tell me you’re not what I think you are.” She’d had more than enough of her share of aliens. 

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

I also really need to work on the verses for Minkowski and Lovelace, so here's a note to myself to get my butt in gear and do that

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

Starter Call

Go ahead and hit that heart button for a starter from one of the space moms! 

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

professionalbreakerdowner​:

“…fair. I, uh, don’t think I want to know any details about the empty man.” Listening to that recording had been deeply unsettling, honestly. He was pretty glad he didn’t remember some of the things he was hearing. “…I do have to know though… was there really a plant monster? Like for real? A sentient plant?”

“...Yes.” Her eyes go almost glassy for a moment, stuck in the past. She’d spent weeks trying to track down the plant monster, chasing it through the air vents and nearly losing her mind in the process. Still, it had felt like an odd loss when the SI5 had destroyed it. “Hilbert was...inventive.” 

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

@professionalbreakerdowner​

“Eiffel...there are some things you probably don’t want to remember from our time on the Hephaestus.” If she were honest, there were some things she’d prefer to forget. Her husband was understanding, but he could never fully understand what she’d been through. She’d figured that Eiffel would be someone she could confide in when they got home, until... “Don’t ask questions unless you really want the answer.”