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I'm Morgan - 20 years old and currently studying biology and psychology. I've been roleplaying for about ten years now, and I've loved every moment of it.

I'm always looking for more roleplays to join. My favorite genre is science fiction, but I'm open to just about anything. I can do 1x1s, and I'm open to any level of casualness in a roleplay.

Send me a PM if you're interested in collaborating/working together.

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Is it my turn to post, or does anyone else want to post first?


Tony fished a cigar out of the package just after throwing it down on the table. He held it between his fingers and moved it about before cutting it, savoring the moment and attempting to drown out the clamor of his crewmates as he lifted it to his lips. Tony had little care for their opinions right now, and he pulled a pack of matches from his pocket and held it to the end of the cigar as he puffed slowly. The cigar lit, and he placed it between his fingers as he set a glass aside into which he poured the bourbon.

He slid the glass towards a seat at the table and sat down. Tony pulled out the chair beside him and gestured for Ren to sit beside him. He smirked slightly at Ray's words, but it was a wistful sort of smirk, and it weighed on him as the others wandered over.

Tony looked up for a moment as Yasaliah joined the table, and he took that as his chance to down the shot quickly, slamming the glass back on to the table. He held his tongue as Yasaliah commented on Ren and took the time to pour himself another drink. Tony pulled on his cigar and let the smoke swirl about his head as he looked around the table at the others as Yasaliah asked the others for opinions. He gave a slight smile and nod to Aamra as she replied -- whether or not she saw it, he didn't quite know.

He didn't quite pity Rendyl, but he had managed to become quite attached to her in a quick amount of time. Perhaps it was because she reminded him of a life outside of this God forsaken ship. But he didn't want to think too deeply about it now. At least he missed Astrid's joke about the plague.

Finally, he took the second shot and landed it solidly on the tabletop. The sound echoed well through the room. Though Aamra and Rae had attempted to quell the situation themselves and probably wouldn't appreciate him reigniting the conversation, he quite enjoyed throwing himself into the fray.

"She is twenty-six, actually," he finally replied, the snark dripping from his words now as he shot a smug sort of grin at Yasaliah specifically. "Less of a child than you appear to be at this moment, Josk. I suppose you would know that if you had bothered to ask." Tony paused, most definitely for effect. "Or, rather, you would not, for I very much doubt you have any knowledge of American Sign Language."

Tony disengaged himself from the conversation with a long pull from the cigar, and he turned towards Ren. [color=ff773]"Do you know how to play?"[/color] he asked, slowly raising his own cards for a quick peak. It wasn't his favorite game by any means - he was much more of a fan of the exotic games played at the casinos of the galaxy's other alien lifeforms. But he figured he had enough working knowledge to give himself a fighting chance. But by the time he looked back to Ren, she had already started to handle her cards, and he couldn't help but grin to himself. Perhaps she'd end up giving him a run for his money.
Working on a post finally -- I've been a bit preoccupied cause I have a surgery next month and also have to get ready for my finals and move out of my apartment into another apartment. But I'm still breathing!


Antonius quickly became lost in his thoughts as he sat at the counter staring at his hands before him. His thoughts drifted back occasionally to the crumpled up photograph that Anderson kept of his daughter on his person at all time. Was that destined to be him? To wallow in the past until he finally died on this ship? It was a horrifying thought, and it occupied his mind even as Raymond entered the lounge. Tony finally looked up as Ray began to speak and a hush fell over the room.

His jaw tightened slightly as Ray revealed Anderson's retirement plans. Salt in the wound. Was it supposed to make him feel better about Anderson's death? Tony slowly picked at the grilled cheese in front of him as Ray continued to talk, only looking up when he heard his name.

And then he turned it off and quickly pulled a slight grin as he stood from his seat and crossed to the cupboard. Bourbon, poker, cigars...perhaps he'd find a way to get over Anderson's death after all. When he'd found the cigars after some poking around, he removed them and closed the cupboard behind him.

"Oh, they smell heavenly," he remarked as the scent of the cigars leaked from the package and washed over him. Memories of high-society parties and smoking on penthouse balconies occupied his mind as he leaned lightly against the counter and looked towards Ren. He watched as she looked out inquisitively over the assembled crew. Perhaps he'd ask what she thought of them - an outside opinion could never hurt. She caught his eye and quickly signed to him as he crossed the kitchen to grab his grilled cheese. Tony devoured the rest of it slowly, thinking over her request.

Tony still didn't know how the rest of the crew would treat her. Some were certainly bound to be defensive or even aggressive around her, for one could argue that her presence had - indirectly - led to Anderson's death. He could simply tell her no and avoid the whole confrontation. He'd find a way to rationalize it. And yet, whether he knew that wasn't what Anderson would have wanted or because he just wanted to cause a stir, he shrugged and turned to Raymond.

"Ray," he called, having just swallowed the last of his sandwich. "Rendyl wants to play. Deal her in." Very much so not a question. A demand, a request. He turned back to Ren before Raymond could argue. "Do you know how to play?"
@Esailia - were you planning to post for Ren, or do you want me to go ahead and put something up first?


Tony's brow knotted slightly as he noted the fault in Luirae's step as he spoke up. He'd been expecting the sadness that came with mentioning Anderson even as indirectly as he could, but he hadn't really prepared himself for her expression at all.

"Yeah, that sounds about right," he replied, his voice betraying more of the sudden wave of emotion he felt. Anderson's death hadn't seemed real until that very moment, and all at once it felt too real. "He is...was...Anderson was a really good man." Tony hadn't expected himself to feel so utterly overwhelmed, but Anderson had been one of the few crewmembers he'd felt at least somewhat open with.

It had all started when Anderson stopped him during a secret and not-quite-allowed smoke break in the cargo hold. Tony had figured it would turn into a lecture about the dangers of an open flame in the middle of a pressurized spacecraft, but instead Anderson started to speak of his daughter at length. It was uncomfortable at first, but eventually Tony warmed up and returned the gesture. He'd opened up to Anderson about his own daughter, his ex-wife, his disgraced career. It became something semi-regular - Anderson would bum a cigarette behind the cover of some cargo, and they'd speak to each other like old drinking buddies. He would miss that. And he never would know now why Anderson had approached him all that time ago. Perhaps he heard of Tony's daughter from another crewmember, or perhaps it was some sort of intuition that brought them together. But it wasn't worth speculating now.

"He has a daughter," he said simply, forcing the emotion out of his voice. "I imagine she will be contacted." Tony's thoughts were, thankfully, interrupted as Rendyl walked into the door, and he stumbled slightly in a half-assed attempted to help her. But she found her bearings more quickly than he could offer any assistance.

She tapped at his shoulder before he could ask if she was alright, and the enthusiasm with which she signed assured him she was just fine.

"Oh, yes, probably," he replied, signing his words to himself as he reminded himself to keep brushing up on his sign. "Doctor, she'd like grilled cheese, if that would be possible. Just bread and cheese." He added the last part for clarification, unsure which sandwiches she had in her repertoire. Personally, he'd probably only ever eaten a grilled cheese a handful of times in his youth. The life of a diplomat's son and, later, a Committee member came with more upscale food than bread and cheese. But, he had to admit, it sounded damn good right now.

Tony settled himself in one of the chairs along the countertop in the kitchen, pulling one out for Rendyl to sit in if she wanted to. He let out a slow breath as he sat down and clasped his hands in front of him on the countertop. His knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip on his hands, but he let it relax slowly as he exhaled again.

"I could really use a fucking nap right now," he muttered, more to himself than to either of the women.


Tony made a soft sound of surprise as Luirae elaborated, but the idea of her attempting to cook over an open flame in a dormitory brought a smirk to his face, and he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Afterwards, however, he realized she hadn't laughed along with him, and he quickly stifled it. He noted then that there was very little he knew about Luirae. In reality, he didn't speak often with the rest of the crew either. Speaking with his colleagues at length had always seemed trivial compared with the crowd he used to run with before his fall from grace. But he didn't feel like pursuing it any further.

He looked over at Rendyl then, expecting for just a moment that she would pipe up and fill the silence that had formed around the group. But then he remembered, of course, that she wouldn't. She had cast her eyes downward which made signing particularly difficult. Tony gave the woman a soft nudge with his elbow to catch her attention before he signed in her direction.

"You alright?" he signed, deciding to keep this between themselves rather than speak as well. Tony made a slight grimace, noting that his question was, in hindsight, quite stupid. "Well...as alright as you can be right now, I suppose."

But before he could answer, Raymond's voice blared over the coms in the hallway and caught his attention. He let Luirae respond to the crew before he looked back to her. He felt as though he ought to offer to help her, but he wouldn't have been much help anyway. In fact, thinking about it now, he probably had never cooked a meal in his life. He'd never had to either, for that matter. There had always been people to do that for him.

"I suppose the meeting will be about today's events?" His attempt at conversation was pitiful, and he knew it, but he needed to break the silence somehow.
Thanks so much - I definitely do feel a ton better & needed that break. Glad to be back!
Fuck, my bad entirely. I went pretty much offline over break because I was so drained after last semester and completely forgot to check the site. I'll work on something today when I have a second.


The tension in the room seemed to dissipate when Raymond left, but he realized he was sorely mistaken when he caught how Rendyl stared at Luirae behind him. He swore he could feel the doctor's eyes on him every once in a while, but the tension seemed due more to the unknown rather than to any sort of aggression. He lost his train of thought for a moment as he processed her answers and almost forgot to report back to Luirae.

Tony turned his gaze back to Luirae and met her gaze all of a sudden -- the intense, fiery stare was unnerving at first, but he had worked with her for some time and had mostly gotten used to it.

"She's twenty-six," he repeated for her sake, looking back to Rendyl occasionally to make sure he was correctly translating. "She was...she was sent away for her...gift? And she does not recall being taken onto the Ulnar ship." He noted that he would ask her to elaborate on what that "gift" was. For now, he continued -- and he smiled and turned his full attention back to Rae as he translated the last piece. "She apologizes for staring, Dr. Driani. She has never seen a species from another planet before."

He would have turned back to continue, but he was distracted all of a sudden by the growling of her stomach. Tony grinned back up at her for a moment, finding her embarrassment amusing and vaguely intriguing. For someone who had seemed so alien before, she felt quite viscerally human all of a sudden.

"No objection from either of us, I imagine," he replied, a slight grin still on his lips. Tony turned his attention back to Rae as he moved to leave the room. "I had no idea you cooked."
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