Hope Is A (dead) Star

My current piercing list: Right eyebrow, both nostrils, septum, lobes, doubles, vertical labret, and left helix

My dream piercings: Naval, conch, high nostrils, medusa, triples. bridge if I didn't have to wear glasses....

The underside of my hair is a shitty faded-out purple right now.

ALSO EVERYONE SAYS I LOOK LIKE IM IN MY THIRTIES AND OW MY FEELINGS /J

And I rushed the sheet so I forgot to add my tattoo ugh I have my cat's pink and black paws tattooed on my left forearm.

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Ten minutes of medical attention fly by, and Grace identifies their mystery human as a male, at least. The weak scientist tries his best to scrub the grime off of him while Mary kindly reminds over and over– radiation warning. Radiation warning. Radiation warning. 

Grace started to feel a little woozy. The suit could block most of the particles, but this was like standing within a mile of an unsecured Plutonium core. He had to leave. 

Armando finished removing most of what he could, leaving their visitor to rest on the table after he retracted again. Grace stood outside the med bay, worrying with Rocky. How in the whole universe did he get here???

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The small shower wasn’t too far from the medical bay, luckily. Just a kitty-tuck around the corner. That seemed to be all that their sick visitor could tolerate while walking by himself. Rocky had been carefully listening from the other end of the body of the ship. Grace had banished him a great distance away from Simon, since he was out of the containment room. Most of the radiation was actually in his clothes, Grace had said. So once I can get him changed, the clothes will stay in the containment room, and you can finally meet him. 

Ryland stays nearby to make sure Simon gets situated, listening to the water running. Everything sounded good, so he left to grab clothes for him. He hadn’t exactly taken into consideration that Simon was much bulkier than himself, grabbing the first t-shirt he sees, a pair of boxers, and some grey sweatpants. He wasn’t sure what shoe size he wore, so he left out grabbing socks or shoes.

He raps a single knuckle on the shower room door. “I’m coming in–!” He announces, cracking the door. Surprisingly, there was no steam. Had he really showered completely cold? Assuming Simon was still behind the curtain, he pokes his head in. Goodness gracious lord above– was he wrong. 

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