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Which oddly Specific Colour Palette are you?
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༘⋆。 where it hurts starters.
caretaker.
i'll stay until you fall asleep.
you're not a burden. not to me.
you don't have to act tough with me.
let me help.
if you need to cry, i'll look the other way.
you don't have to talk.
let me handle it, just for a minute.
rest, i'll watch over you.
i don't care if you think you're fine. i'm staying.
deep breaths.
just lean on me.
you're safe now, okay? just breathe.
i know it hurts. i'll sit here as long as it takes.
i'm not leaving until i know you're okay.
you don't need to hide.
let me take care of you this time.
shh. i'm right here.
you don't have to put on a smile for me.
i don't think less of you.
i'll be here when you wake up.
you're allowed to lean on me. that's what i'm here for.
you don't have to be okay.
scoot over, i'm not letting you sleep alone.
your hair's a mess. let me brush it.
don't apologize.
cared for.
i'm tired, that's all.
please don't go.
i don't know what i need.
you didn't need to come.
you shouldn't have to see me like this.
i hate feeling like this.
i was trying to push through. i think i made it worse.
this is so embarrassing.
can you just... stay a little longer?
i didn't think anyone would notice...
i'm not safe in my own head right now.
why are you being so gentle with me?
i don't want you to fix me.
today's just... one of the harder days.
i didn't know i needed to hear that.
can you stay? after i fall asleep?
sorry. i didn't mean to flinch.
i don't always know what's going to help.
this is the nicest anyone’s been to me all week.
i'm sorry. i know i'm a lot.
i don't even know why i'm crying...
i think i'm broken.
you didn't have to do all this for me.
i don't want to be a burden.
i didn't think anyone would stay.
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ᯓ🧪˖° Doc almost gags. A hug from the grouchiest, sweatiest bear in the forest and he almost gags at the touch of gross, gross, gross, sticky and gross sweat— but he can’t! Not when every ounce of air is squeezed out of his lungs that his eyes nearly pop right out of their sockets!
C R A C K !!! POP !!!
And Doc wheezes. Almost blacks out, too. Except, he stretches with his hands pressing against his lower back. Oh, wow!!! He can move! No longer is he confined to a permanent hunch for the rest of his days (or at least, until Ophelia felt bad for him).
“Holy shit, yeah,” he mumbles, still so very dizzy. This is the part where he should say thank you. Instead, he grins like an asshole and says: “Ugh. Go shower. You’re disgusting.”
🌐 — For a moment, the thought of just slam-dunking Doc into the garden is certainly there. John huffs and turns around, but he can't just keep to himself before leaving. "Newsflash, that's what I was going to do until you called me over, asshole. You're welcome."
He then walks off into the cabin, and after a bit more than five minutes later he's out again, showered and in fresh clothes. Just another white tank-top and olive cargo shorts, his holotags dangling loosely outside the shirt. He cares a great deal about his hygiene if he's not out and busy with his duties.
It is still odd actually, to be off duty and just idle for so long. He lowers himself on the stairs and watches Doc doing his thing. Something seems churning in him though, a question unasked, but he's not really sure if he should ask, or where to even begin.
ᯓ💜˖° “Huh? Oh—hah, pleeeaaase!” Ophelia laughed, laughed, and laughed. As if it were the most inane thing she ever heard. To be so worried about her, over something like her getting hurt? “Don’t be so silly: Of course I’m alright.”
Ooh, she could just pinch those sweet little cheeks of his! A moment passed, before she then quickly added on: “I’ll have you know that’s not an admission of guilt, by the way. Drinking the chemicals. Instead of my juice. Wasn’t me.”
Of course not.
“So, like I said … say I did …” Ophelia pressed her fingers together and swayed back n’ forth on the heels of her flats. “You wouldn’t be … mad … would you?”
🔧 — Isaac sighs, but he sounds rather tired than upset. "I'm not mad, no." He does get upset over little things like any other person, but he keeps it low, bottles it up and remains patient. He gets rid of those annoyances when he works, cursing at valves and cables breaking or coding that doesn't work as it should. That's his place and moment to vent his frustrations.
Most of all though, he has a feeling that Ophelia doesn't like it when someone gets really mad at her. He just wishes she wouldn't mess around about it like this. If anyone else would have taken a sip from that fuel concoction, then it would be more of a problem.
"If we just assume in theory that you did do that, then I'd say that mistakes happen, right? It would be alright as long as no one got hurt. I can mix that fuel again." Such an incident throws him back a little on his working schedule, but he's not really in a rush either way. He just hopes to be able to test and then sell the home-made fuel eventually, to make some income to contribute.
"But I also would, hypothetically, ask you to be more careful the next time when there's a big yellow triangle on a beaker."

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🔧 — That's the problem with most abandoned civilisations. If just a city or village gets abandoned and rebuilt elsewhere on the planet, that's easier to deal with and not something he would worry too much about, but that doesn't seem to be the case here. No definitive signs of life, as far as it concerns the results of the environmental scans they did before landing.
"Class M? I didn't deem you a fan of those old classics. Let's hope that's the only big surprise today."
Isaac makes his way between two collapsed buildings. He is wearing his Advanced Suit with its helmet folded up. Not taking any risks with falling debris or a potentially toxic atmosphere. But he has chosen to let Iros just do his thing after suggesting him to wear also a suit for safety reasons. They're both adults, so a well-meant suggestion is all there is. Besides, he's thankful for the given opportunity to fix the Granodiorite and do something again after he's been stuck on the ground for weeks without knowing for sure what's going on out there. He just wasn't able to rest, to adjust. It called for him, relentlessly.
The more he sees as he marches on, the more Isaac begins to suspect that this was indeed a human settlement once, but it must have been also the home of other lifeforms that lived here before the humans arrived.
"Some of the ruins are definitely older than others. I suspect relicts of a different civilisation. I think human settlers came here and found this planet abandoned. They set up a terraforming facility, started to build a colony, and then something goes wrong."
But what exactly happened? He's given the answer promptly as he turns around and sees smeared symbols drawn on the brittle, broken-down wall of one of the former buildings he's passed before. He just stares at it, quietly, like he fell in a trance.
“John.” Oh! It’s 🧪Doc, and he sounds mighty dire. Why is he all hunched over like that, too? “I need you to hug me so hard it cracks my back. Isaac won’t commit and Ophelia—” double-dog dared him to ask! “ … is Ophelia.” @outofthiisworld
🌐 — John is just returning from his workout, sweaty and eager for a cold shower. Only to run into Doc on the way, hunched over whatever he was attempting to.
"For fuck's sake Doc!" He should just walk past, minding his own business and get a shower. But he knows he won't get to wash himself in peace if he does that and groans in annoyance. "Just a bunch of absolute morons, the whole lot of you!"
So he goes to embrace Doc like an angry bear, just until that back cracks right. It was certainly more of a wrestling move than a hug: brief, tight and painful. And just as fast, he backs off again with a huff.
"You good now?"
How do they both hug? 👀✨ @outofthiisworld / meme (accepting)
Isaac's hugs are brief and careful, but sincere. He maintains a respectful distance to those around him, but he gives comforting, meaningful hugs when they're needed. He's never been particularly into much of physical interaction.
When John hugs, he gives unapologetic, intense bear-hugs. It's all about 'either do it properly, or don't do it at all'. He rarely gives hugs though, but for him it's more out of emotional distance. He generally doesn't mind getting physical as much as Isaac, but his trauma causes him to distance himself from others.
All in all, they're both not really big huggers tbh. But when they're both around and one needs to comfort someone else, it is usually Isaac who gives a brief hug when it seems really necessary, while John tries to get them all moving again by verbal encouragement.
Do they panic when the cashier moves onto the next person behind them in the queue and your muse is still busy putting their change away? (Isaac and John!) @outofthiisworld / meme (accepting)
Isaac stays calm, but avoids eye-contact. He just focuses on his bearings to leave the checkout and be on his way. Depending on the situation and his own mood, he might utter something in annoyance as he leaves, though.
John is more openly hot-headed in such situations, and it doesn't matter if it is a cashier or receptionist that tries to hurry him through. He might get snappy towards the cashier and give the person behind him a stern, daring look ('you want to go past me? I dare you to try.')
Neither of them gets panicked and clumsy, they have dealt with worse things than being rushed during checkouts. But, John definitely handles such scenarios with more aggression than Isaac, who focuses on calm and efficiency and voices his dismay afterwards. Though, he is definitely more understanding than John is.
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How does your muse answer their phone? Do they get nervous or panic if they hear it ring? Do they answer it immediately or let it ring out? How do they greet the person on the other end?
How do they wake up in the morning? Do they jump out of bed immediately after they hear their alarm go off? Do they turn their alarm off and stay in bed a little longer? How long does it take for them to actually feel awake?
If they’re walking and they pass by a stranger who makes eye contact how do they react? Do they nod their head? Smile? Do they quickly avert their gaze?
What’s their posture like when they walk? Are they a slow, fast, or moderate walker?
If they hear a song they like what do they do? Do they tap their foot? Quietly dance? Nod their head? Etc.
Are they the type of person to hum to themselves when they are alone?
How do they react if somebody puts a plate of their favourite food in front of them? Do they gobble it up immediately? Savor it? Do that little wiggle/dance some people do when they are served their favourite food?
Are they the type to vocally go ‘Mmm’ when they eat?
If their phone/computer announces that they need to update their software, does your muse get right on it or do they procrastinate the update for as long as possible?
When they go out for a walk, are they the type of person to look up at the sky to check the clouds or the stars?
Is your muse a ‘Hey! Look at the moon!’ type of person?
Do they know how to whistle? If so, what type of whistle do they make? A loud one? A soft and airy one? Do they inhale or exhale to whistle?
If it’s a hot day, how do they keep themselves cool?
If it’s a cold day, how do they keep themselves warm?
If a group of strangers happens to pass their way and your muse hears them laughing amongst themselves, if your muse the type of person to instantly think those strangers are laughing at them or does your muse ignore it and rationalize with themself that those strangers are probably not laughing at you but something else?
Are they a fast or slow talker? Do they tend to stutter? Are their words clear and crisp when they speak?
When they tell a story, do they tell a story in a straightforward sort of way or does the story end up getting derailed with other, minute details?
Which of their five senses are the strongest? For example, are they usually the first person to smell something rotten? Are they the first person to see something across the street? Etc.
Do they panic when the cashier moves onto the next person behind them in the queue and your muse is still busy putting their change away?
What sort of unnecessary noises do they make?
What little superstitions do they carry out?
How do they hug?
What is their body language like when they talk to somebody? Are they the type of person to stand close to the other? Do they keep eye contact? Are they the type to touch the other on the shoulder or arm?
How do they react when they see something cute, like a cute animal or something?
Are they comfortable cursing? Do they do it under their breath or outloud?
Do they often fuss with their hair? Clothes? Makeup?
How long can they hold their breath?
Do they listen to music when they’re in a car or when they take the bus/train/etc? If so, are they the type of person to imagine themselves in some sort of music video or trailer as they listen to their music? Do they choose songs that match their mood that day?
Can your muse sleep if they know their room is untidy?
How do they talk to small kids? Is their tone demeaning? Do they go down to their level? Do they feel at ease?
Do they bite their ice cream or lick? Do they eat the ice cream from the top or bite the underside of the cone?
Are they good at telling jokes? Do they end up laughing before the punchline?
Is it easy for them to get engrossed in a book? Do they end up getting distracted by other things?
What do they do with freshly laundered clothes? Are they the type of person to press their face against them? Do they immediately fold them and keep them in a drawer? Do they leave them in a pile or in a basket and fold them little by little? Do they stuff them messily into a drawer or closet?
"I did." Karson's deep in a bit of rerouting and gentle coding, thankful for the visual overlay he's got that translates other languages on the spot. He's good at picking them up as most of his kind is, true, but it still takes effort and time to make sure he's fully understanding something as complex as a ship's system. He'd rather save time and do it properly in one go. "I don't want to bore you, but it's all very important to the High Priest where I come from. I'm not usually someone who gets missions this important. Pretty low ranking, actually." And yet he's this seasoned, this capable, this level-headed? Leaves one to wonder how much of that is nepotism and now much of that might be by choice. There's something deeper going on, for certain, but an outsider won't have a grasp of the caste system or the intricacies of being in service as an Electric aligned Khazen.
Karson reroutes a few energy cells and slows water filtration, narrowing its window to conserve energy. Next up is air filters.
"And what about you...? I mean, outside of helping me, which you did admirably...did you feel like this was worthwhile?"
🔧 — Isaac snorts on the other end of their channel, but it's not the joyful kind of laugh he's stifling. Sure, if this all wasn't so terrible and sad already, it would be hilarious, in the most sarcastic way possible.
"Worthwhile..." he repeats Karson's last word, his voice laced with venom even through the communicator. "The station was mostly inhabited by Unitology devotees, but dealing with Markers and mutated undead people is never worthwhile. Not until I know for certain that it really helped to prevent a much worse outcome, anyway."
And that's the thing. Did they prevent a worse outcome with blowing up the station, or was this just a drop in the bucket? When information or even copies of the devotee's finding made its way out of the station already beforehand, then it was all pointless and the closest location they hope to land on will be already swarmed with Necromorphs.
Karson's mention of a High Priest also certainly didn't help Isaac's mood. Or his trust towards Karson and the people he works for, for that matter. He knows that not every religion is inherently bad though, but after dealing with the Church of Unitology for years, he's tensing up every time this topic is brought up in some shape or form around him. Though, he knows next to nothing about those 'people' Karson works for, or Karson himself. Whether that's for the better or the worse, he's not sure right now.
"But, I'm glad to hear it did go well for you, at least. I just hope your High Priest isn't worshipping destructive alien technology while believing that destroying entire worlds would enlighten us all." Unitology in a nutshell.