#ofweirdestship

[paramounticebound]

|| @starbcrn-kids​ / @ofweirdestship​   → Ed Mercer ❤‘d for a starter!

    “Are you listening to yourself, Captain? This plan is foolish, even for you.” As usual, an inability to show respect to his-- temporary-- superior was a proven habit. His time on the Orville had hardly served to dampen the contempt the boiled within, his volcano-mouth; a helpful tactician nonetheless. “Compromise is not an option.”

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for: @ofweirdestship

muse: Joe Smith

guest muses: Duke Crocker, anyone Orville

Duke rolled his shoulders, making his way around the ship. Things were going fine. Just fine.

Tayen was finally getting back to normal. She was getting better at putting her memories in order. Nari was doing great; they'd given her an actual birthday party.

Not to even mention that Nari was pregnant. He still couldn't quite believe it.

Wait, what the hell was that?

Duke backed up, back to a window he'd just passed, squinting and...

Yeah. Yeah, that was a ship. A ship that seemed to just be... drifting...

He flipped open his communicator. "Uh... Crocker to bridge... are you guys picking up this ship that's just drifting by? Looks like it doesn't have any power or anything from here."

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Title: The Odiron Incident, Part One

For: @ofweirdestship

Muses: Yeah

Verse: Post-War

Deema wasn't ready. She wasn't ready.

She knew they needed aide. She knew that. But she couldn't face it. Face that bigotry again. Face the comments. The snide remarks. The smug faces.

Odiron was her home planet, but it wasn't home.

She fidgeted with her communicator, staring out the window as they continued their approach to the planet, shaking her head. She couldn't do this.

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For: @ofweirdestship​

Muse: S’Chn T’Gai Tayen

Cleaning. Organizing. Cleaning again. Organizing again.

Sickbay was... empty, except for herself and Claire. Because Tayen was working late. Again. Way too late. For the third or fourth day in a row, she wasn’t even sure which anymore.

She couldn’t sleep. And it was starting to mess with her relationship with Duke.

So she was working. Late. Again. Trying to do anything other than think about it.

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for: @ofweirdestship

main muse: Rhea Malloy (Doe)

featuring: uh, Pet Human Ken(tm)

"As I was saying," Rhea said between bites of fish stick, "Wilson's too stupid to realize anything. You've got nothing to worry about. The idiot couldn't realize if someone burnt his grilled cheese."

"Rhea, you know I have reason to worry." Ken paced around the kitchenette. "Out of all of us, I'm the one with the most risk of getting caught. For Christ's sake, I'm visiting you in your damn house."

"And the cameras are still looped from the last time you were here, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the time- Oh that's new, hello."

Rhea cocked her head at the lights dancing in the living room, then cocked it the opposite direction as people appeared in the lights. "Gotta say, even for me this is a first. And I'm a fish god."

"For the love of all that is holy you can't keep saying that to strangers," Ken sighed, drawing his gun. "Who are you, and how did you get here?"