#int › emmett teck.

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open to: all (m will be platonic only). muse: emmett. android. a.aron t.aylor j.ohnson fc. plot: somewhat based on the psychological / horror vibes of a.lien and p.rometheus. your muse is part of a colonist crew heading to a new world, and while in cryosleep, the sleeping pods failed and many of the inhabitants died, leaving the surviving crew in disarray as there's still months / years left until they reach their destination and not much to do besides wait it out. connection: one out of a group of survivors. could even be that they're the only one of their gender left among the crew and thus creating more panic and paranoia for your muse. do not like this starter.

over a thousand days of solitary existence, the creaking of the ship and hum of machinery signifying that the journey was progressing as planned, until emmett's daily routine descended into chaos. a mass and critical failure in the cryopods led to the inhabitants inside never to wake, save for a dozen humans that he managed to save before a forever slumber claimed them too. since then, nearly every moment aboard the ship had been spent fulfilling his duty by catering to the survivors needs, providing support and treatment to them, managing resources and keeping atop of maintenance. life had certainly become busier for the android, but in comparison to the three years left to his own devices, he had very few complaints. ❝ your vitals have improved. ❞ turned to the crew member sat atop the bed, a smile intentionally pulling at his lips. here in the medbay, it was empty and quiet, a respite from the group's intense debates and erratic behaviour. ❝ physically, you're doing great. ❞ a beat passed as his faux blue eyes etched over them, his head angling in the comforting manner he had often observed in their kind. ❝ but how do you feel? ❞

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open to: f. muse: emmett. android. physically late 20s. plot: (usfw warning) inspired by this and potentially this. connection: anything welcome. they can work for the same company, he can be owned / employed by your muse, or just someone your muse knows or is friends with. alternatively, they can be the crew on some kind of spaceship / colony together. do not like this starter.

it was hard to ignore the pace in which their heart began to thump as they moved about the room he was in, the drum far more frenetic than the gentle rhythm emmett was familiar with hearing from them. lifting his eyes — tinged far too deep a shade of blue to feel human — from the task he was idling with, his attention focused solely upon the other. the visual assessment was completed instantly and silently, and once no other signs of concern were immediately presented, the decision to simply ask was made. ❝ are you feeling okay? ❞ features intentionally relaxed, a humble smile formed upon lips to make them feel more at ease in his company. ❝ you seem a little...off today. ❞

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STARTER IS NOW CLOSED !

𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬:  f. 𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔱: in the source ( and/or maybe a little bit of this. ) 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: anything welcome. can work for the same company or something. or he can be owned / employed by your muse, a relative of your muse, or someone your muse knows. or they can be the crew on some kind of spaceship / colony together. honestly, go crazy with the connection, we can make it work! do not like this starter.

it was hard to ignore the pace in which their heart began to thump as they moved about the room he was in, the drum far more frenetic than the gentle rhythm emmett was familiar with hearing from them. lifting his eyes — tinged far too deep a shade of blue to feel human — from the task he was idling with, his attention focused solely upon the other. the assessment was completed instantly and silently, and once no other signs of concern were immediately presented, the decision to simply ask was made. ❝ are you feeling okay? ❞ features relaxed, a humble smile formed upon lips to make them feel more at ease in his company. ❝ you seem a little...off today. ❞