* flotsam & jettisoned.

LT. S. Maximiliano “Red” Rojas. among us based original character. group affl. priv. slow. written by alex🔪.

[mirafirstmate]

RED HER·RING  ( /ˈˌred ˈheriNG/ )        noun  —  something, especially a clue, that is or is intended to be misleading or distracting.

#MIRAFIRSTMATE  ( /ˈmir-ə ˈˌfərs(t) ˈmāt/ )        rp blog  —  1.  sebastian maximiliano rojas solano aka red ;  2.  a selective & slow among us based original character with private group affiliations, multiple open verses available ;  3.  a study in tragedy, betrayal, mistrust, and multiple deaths at the hands of your loved ones  —  when they fail to believe in you, in the truth ; when the airlock is released and you’re jettisoned into the crushing silence of space ; when you’re left to die, floating among the stars you’ve chased since birth, suffocating on your own CO2 ;  

                                   written by alex🔪 30+, she/her.

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[criticalfai1ure]

you hear a piercing shriek come from the building to your right as the ground begins to shake beneath your feet. through the side doors bursts a monster that stands over nine feet tall — their pale skin is nearly translucent in the moonlight, pointed teeth bared in an ominous grin. when their milky gaze meets yours, a feeling of dread washes over you...

— ROLL INITITATIVE !

indie multimuse rp blog. feat. muses from bullet train, d&d, the grishaverse, my head, & more !! written by alex🔪

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since i’m consolidating a bunch of other blogs, i’d be very interested in getting some plotting going for red tbh. add me on disco -> alex🔪#1850

[defensivesuggestion]

Stay behind me, I’ll protect you, I promise.

[namsoek]

😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

[mirafirstmate]

yeah. it’s galaxy quest time.

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sometimes i just get fucked up thinking abt how blue is always red’s weakness. was this thought brought on specifically by thinking abt the alt!imp au where it’s him at the end and he knows blue is the imposter now and it’s the final standoff but he is still having a hard time with a killing blow and she knows it and uses it against him? yes.

[trek-daily]

Santiago Cabrera as Captain Cristóbal Rios in Star Trek Picard S01E03

[mirafirstmate]

good morning beloveds, i’m getting my dunkin and then going home to cry over space beans until i have to pick lil up from school.

[polarean]

mirafirstmate​:

his breath is stolen from him again — more painful than before. almost as though he’s been stabbed in the chest and the air is leaking out of his lungs like a rapidly deflating balloon. either the oxygen loss is really doing a number on his head or he’s staring, dumbfounded, at a tinier version of kane. but… that’d be insane, wouldn’t it? sure, yeah, he’s already struggling to understand how he’d made it back. but come to find he’s actually gone back in time? max reaches up to the neck of his suit, feeling relatively more claustrophobic than he ever has before.

❝   ah, bonjour,   ❞ the adjustment to french is made and it lends to the surreality of it all. he drags his gaze upwards, dark eyes narrowing at the smattering of familiar constellations that he can spot through the clouds. so it is earth ( he’d never doubt the stars ). ❝   i used to work there,   ❞ lips twist as he tries to figure out his best course of action. if this really is the 2120’s, he should probably attempt to reach out to nelson, should warn him about it all — and yet, he finds himself looking down at little kane, once more, unable to walk away like he knows he should. his heart aches with the memory of the last things he’d said to them. ( maybe he can make it right, change their fate). he should walk away but, instead, he smiles softly and says, ❝   je m'appelle max.   ❞

THE  SPACEMAN  SEEMS  VERY  . . .   WEIRD.         kane is not as astute as their peers when it comes to other people.  their classmates would be halfway home, screaming and crying about stranger danger, hiding in their nice homes with their nice, happy families.  kane stares in wonder at every word the man says instead, their eyes gleaming with a curiosity they don’t know to hoard  (  it will be gone soon enough, replaced with a cynical, cold bite in their every glance.  )  cautious, ready to run away if they sense danger, they advance towards the astronaut.  this is not a place where astronauts are supposed to be.  did he fall out of the spaceship?

“  vous avez . . .  you have  ----  there are, em . . .  fires.  non, burns!  ”  one tiny hand points to the various marks on the red spacesuit, that only look like soot, and could very much be something else.  he works in space . . .  no, no.  that’s not it.  used to work in space means not anymore.  their english teacher had never praised them as much as the science and math teachers, and for good reason.  but kane is pretty sure the astronaut, max, said he doesn’t work there now.  they frown.  “  you were fired in space?  ”  what they mean was burned.  “  i am called kane.  like in alien, the film.  ”

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his snort is very sudden and hurts his nose a little from the derision held within it. fired, yeah — ❝   that's one way of putting it.   ❞ red taps the button on his suit again, closing the local comms link. if he does decide to chase down nelson, he isn't about to leave behind the evidence that he'd tampered with the grand plan, or whatever it is zacharias nelson thought he was selling to the world.

he looks around, now, as the black spots in his vision have finally started to fade, and draws a deep breath. it’s probably not wise to keep standing in the alley in his suit. definitely not to continue engaging with past-kane – or are they present-kane and he’s just future-red? max has never really been one for the sci-fi stuff. ❝   j’avais un ami, once,   ❞ he says instead of leaving. hey, he hadn’t exactly been scouted for his rational decision making, had he. ❝   alien was one of their favourites.   ❞ belatedly, he glances down at the state of his spacesuit. ❝   ah, you wouldn’t know a place i might be able to…   ❞ he gestures to himself, ❝   get my bearings?   ❞ he means hide out, at least until he decides the best course of action.

[mirafirstmate]

i’m gonna delete this in a sec but, people who are awake, do these need sprinkles or have i already done enough? ( they’re for lily’s class tomorrow bc it’s her bday )

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if i’m gonna be sad, i might as well direct it at being sad abt space beans. so Here I Am.

[santiagocabreradaily]

santiago cabrera as cristobal riosin star trek: picard 2.08

[polarean]

THEY’D  RUN  AFTER  A  FALLING  STAR.         it had brought them down winding streets, across roads, into alleyways that maman would call dangerous  ----  but they knew their way back, so she would never know.  they’d expected to find rock and ash, the remnants of the cosmos burnt into the pavement.  no one else had seen it, no one had felt it.  how could they be the only one?  it is not a question a nine - year - old knows to ask.  they worry their fingers on their frayed coat, donated from the goodwill.  there’s no star.  there’s a man in a space suit.  an astronaut.  what was an astronaut doing in some back alley in canada?

“  bonjour,  ”  they respond, just as maman always taught, their voice small and strained with politeness, their small legs swaying with anxious, childish movement.  the hood of their ragged raincoat has fallen off, and even in the softness of their youth, the grey light alights sharp, pale features.  english, they must remember their english!  “  you are  ---- um.  ”  their face crinkles in annoyance, and they point up at the evening sky,  “  from up.  how?  ”

[mirafirstmate]

his breath is stolen from him again — more painful than before. almost as though he’s been stabbed in the chest and the air is leaking out of his lungs like a rapidly deflating balloon. either the oxygen loss is really doing a number on his head or he's staring, dumbfounded, at a tinier version of kane. but... that'd be insane, wouldn't it? sure, yeah, he's already struggling to understand how he'd made it back. but come to find he's actually gone back in time? max reaches up to the neck of his suit, feeling relatively more claustrophobic than he ever has before.

❝   ah, bonjour,   ❞ the adjustment to french is made and it lends to the surreality of it all. he drags his gaze upwards, dark eyes narrowing at the smattering of familiar constellations that he can spot through the clouds. so it is earth ( he'd never doubt the stars ). ❝   i used to work there,   ❞ lips twist as he tries to figure out his best course of action. if this really is the 2120's, he should probably attempt to reach out to nelson, should warn him about it all — and yet, he finds himself looking down at little kane, once more, unable to walk away like he knows he should. his heart aches with the memory of the last things he'd said to them. ( maybe he can make it right, change their fate ). he should walk away but, instead, he smiles softly and says, ❝   je m'appelle max.   ❞

[mirafirstmate]

oof being a manager is 👎 do not recommend.

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raindrops slide down the glass face of his helmet, a slow meandering trail as red struggles to find the release. the incessant beeping of the oxygen sensor on his suit had done little to rally him until his back hit the pavement and he found himself staring up at an overcast sky, surrounded by brick buildings. uncharacteristically clumsy fingers finally find their target and there's a soft hiss of air as the carbon dioxide he'd been choking on escapes.

his first clear breath since the O2 tank had hit its reserves is interrupted by a coughing fit that leaves him gasping. ❝   fuck,   ❞ the expletive slips from him — relief taking him to a knee. dark eyes squint as he takes in his surroundings despite the dull greyness of the day. being left to rot in the dark solitude of space can leave a man blinking when it's been ten hours since he'd seen anything more than pinpricks of stars millions of lightyears away. ❝   ... so, what d' we think,   ❞ he taps a button of his colour-coded space suit and is rewarded with the short blip that indicates his log has started recording, ❝   i'm either dead, or...   ❞ or, what, rojas? this can't possibly be back on earth, can it? he forces himself back to his feet, wonder sitting bright in his eyes. do you dare to get your hopes up? — a noise from further down the alleyway startles him into stilling. ❝   hello?   ❞

[mirafirstmate]

instead of reaching out for plotting like i implied i would, i wrote another open starter that i will hoard until mid-morning, so. a night well spent lmao.