Death-by-Papercuts

Act Your (out)Age [RP スタート] Timeline: Sometime after Elevator Music, before Event 1 Hakim That. Was probably a problem… A man sat in the dark of his assigned apartment, only the barest hints of ambient light from the underlighting gracing sharp cheekbones and jaws. The auxiliary lighting of the room had kicked in but the 12x12 space itself was steeped in black. Neither the screen at the foot of his bed nor the one set into the wall by the sink glowed their alarms. He had simply woken up and the room had not woken up with him. “What to do, what to do…” Hakim blinked as best he could, trying to force his eyes to adjust so that he could at least make his way to his table without tripping over anything - flag down a mechanic through his tablet. Or he could just lay back down and wait for it to resolve itself… … Roughly an hour and a half into the wait, a begrudging researcher grasped the handrail and pulled himself back up, chuckling into the emptiness, “alrighty. Guess that’s not

[Roko's Basilisk RP: https://www.deviantart.com/rokos-basilisk ] March, 21 Mingwei & Benedict Mingwei Mingwei knew few things about this Benedict person, and all of them sounded pretty typical. Around her age (and height which made observing him so much more easy) and apparently skilled enough in engineering to impress dad. You two have a lot in common. Why not try making friends? She didn't say it but dad having questionable tastes might be one reason. Turning a corner to one of the engineering work spaces, the familiar hit of grease and the ever-ringing sound of sparks and gears meant she was in the right room. Her crisply pristine uniform looked very out of place. Finding her mark, she walked over and offered a hand in both greeting and offer to help him out of his seat. "Hello. I'm Mingwei. It is a minute before the end of your shift, or so Dr Cheng tells me." Dad's roundabout away in getting his junior mechanics to actually take their breaks. Probably. "Coffee or tea?"

[Roko's Basilisk RP: https://www.deviantart.com/rokos-basilisk ] March, 21 Parthenie & Benedict Benedict “Fuck…!” It echoed from the hall just outside of the infirmary wing. It wouldn’t be such a hard day to track Benedict today. All the way from the third floor all one had to do was follow the breadcrumbs of bright fresh droplets of crimson. It drizzled through the stained rag wrapped around his left hand, down his grease blotched arm and off the tip of his elbow. But strangely, even trailing all the way here he’d stopped and stared at the entry to the Medbay with a wrinkle across his nose. It was as if he was still tossing up which was the shinier of two shits. Going in for top notch medical treatment or suck it up and ride out an infection and be the first body spaced off ship? The decision was too damn close! His wound throbbed no matter how hard he squeezed his trembling hand and simply oozed through his fingers. Benedict bit his bottom lip like he was biting the bullet “…