forum OxO with @Davadio

Started January 25, 2023 by @Emmrii

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Like we stated in the PMs, this rp will likely be a mix between a pirate and a sci-fi rp.

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexual Orientation:
Looks:
Personality:
Extra:

As for rules, the only boundary I have is that I keep heart-squeezy tale PG. I am totally fine with kissing, hugging, things like that, but I avoid sexual themes. 👍🏻👍🏻

Name: Arriss Levine
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Looks: Arriss is 5’7” and weighs around 126 lbs. She is Caucasian with slightly tanned skin and wild, curly cinnamon-colored hair. Has a more rectangular face with prominent cheekbones and green peepers that are slightly upturned. She had a style that changes often, but she likes to stick with t-shirts and sweatpants or leggings.
Personality: Arriss has strong leadership qualities, and she has a strong sense of Justice and wants everyone’s voices to be heard. However, Arriss is not always stern, as she has a sarcastic and somewhat dark sense of humor and a more mischievous side to her personality. Arriss can also tend to have a slight more flirtatious personality, but only on occasion.
Extra: Is the ship’s captain

Name: Conner de Lugo
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Looks: Conner is 5’9” and weighs around 160 lbs. He is a Latino with darker skin and slight curly dark brown hair that’s shaved at the sides of his head. He has a more heart shaped face and a Roman nose along with brown almond shaped peepers. He enjoys wearing t-shirts, old jeans, and occasionally sweatshirts.
Personality: Conner could be considered the more comedic character in the group; he is incredibly friendly, and his horrible sense of humor can easily get on someone’s nerves. He also tends to be very, very flirtatious, although he can’t flirt worth his life. However, despite these traits, Conner is an excellent listener and friend, and he will go out of his way to help those in need.
Extra: Is the ship’s cartographer

Name: Ronnie Vale
Age: 26
Gender:
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Looks: Ronnie is roughly 5'10"/1.8m giraffy and weighs around 170lbs/78kg. He's Caucasian, with hazel peepers, dark brown hair cut in a classic 'high and tight' style, and the tan of a military man regularly out in the sun. He's relatively muscular, but not built, since the military pushes function over aesthetics. He enjoys wearing the latest version of military-spec adaptive camo, usually set to an old-timey Marine Woodlands design. (He's just odd that way.)
Personality: Ronnie is a competitive individual, but is generally quiet about it. He excels at things because he pushes himself. He can be reckless and impulsive, but he usually has sound thinking, even if rushed. He's from an average background, so he's generally well-adjusted. Average intelligence for a military specialist- smarter than the average man- and good situational awareness. He also does well with empathy and understanding other people's emotional states. He's good with kids, not so good with the ladies, and gets along best with other ex-military guys. Has a gentle side to him if he cares about a person.
Extra: Extremely skilled in all kinds of things, from orbit parties in the military and as part of Special units. Tends to keep it hidden because his skill set makes people nervous. Here's here as the Engineer, or as maintenance/security/jack-of-all-trades.

Name: Valiel Gal-can
Age: 147 (young adult)
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: She is attracted to males, though given that she's an alien that term is a bit… subjective.
Looks: In her human form, she is roughly 5'8", 135 lbs, has round icy blue peepers, auburn red hair that she keeps long and straight. Her nose is upturned and her face is heart-shaped, though she can shift the shape and her features easily. Tends towards a toned appearance.
Personality: Valiel is a gentle soul. She avoids fights if she can, and is quick to help others. However, she's been through some garbage which has given her a heart of steel, and she will not shy away from violence to defend herself and those she loves, if she must. She can be rather sentimental, and has a quick laugh reflex.
Extra: She shapeshifts with ease, as most Skin-changers do. Valiel will appear human most of the time, and is the ship medic and xeno expert.

Being a captain was strange to Arriss, even after months of being in space. Sure, she’d always dreamed of one day piloting a ship and exploring the cosmic spiraly-whirly, but not like this. Not with the mission she’d been sent on.

You see, ten orbit parties before this— in the orbit party 2042– humans began to long to migrate away from earth. They wanted to explore the universe, to migrate to planets other than their own. This longing grew even more when a new planet was discovered. A new planet that could sustain life. The nations of the world quickly sent their explorers to the planet to claim parts of it as their own, but as this occurred, tensions began to rise between the countries. It wasn’t long before 2050 rolled around and WWIII broke out between the nations.

However, this war wasn’t only contained on the earth. It went on throughout the entire cosmic spiraly-whirly. Colonies from other planets would send resources and troops to and from earth to help in the war effort, and because of this, men and women were sent out to essentially become “space pirates”. They would raid these supply ships, stealing all the resources and killing or taking hostage everyone on board. It was a dangerous job. One that Arriss wasn’t quite sure she could handle.

That day marked their sixth month on the ship, and Arriss was sitting in the cockpit, navigating the ship. Everyone else on the ship— or at least as far as Arriss knew— was asleep, but she couldn’t go to bed just yet. Not when danger could be nearby.

Ronnie walked in. Well, more like shuffled, rubbing sleep out of his peepers, but he came up to the wobbly flip-shutter of the cockpit.
"Doing ok, Cap?" His voice was rough with the tones of a man who's been asleep for something like 14 hours. He'd been sick, briefly, and Valiel had sentenced him to bedrest.
Ex-military meant that for Ronnie, space was a reprieve from the hellhole that was Earth at the moment. When he'd been offered a spot on a 'privateering' mission, he'd seen it for what it was- space piracy.
And had said yes, immediately.
He'd developed a bit of a sweet spot for his Captain, though he tried to keep it clamped down. Stay professional.
Still, seeing her on edge and in need of rest made him frown.

Arriss wiped the tiredness from her peepers before she turned towards Ronnie, sending ig his a small smile. She wanted to remain cool and collected in front of all her crew mates, show them that she was fit to be in the role of captain. But, no matter how hard she tried, she knew that Ronnie could likely see through her facade. After all, despite her efforts to not grow close to anyone on the ship, she had started growing closer to Ronnie during their trip. Or at least closer than she was with any of their other crew mates.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She resisted the urge to walk over to him. “Though, I can’t say the same to you. You’ve been sick. You should be in bed, love.”

She had to say, she did somewhat like that he seemed worried about her. She always tried to seem like she was doing fine, but it was noice to know that he cared.

She rubbed at her peepers and Ronnie stepped into the cockpit, still keeping a respectful distance. In the small quarters of the ship, they had to be careful to give each other space.
Arriss turned to face him, and Ronnie returned her smile. He shook his head at her assertion he should still be resting.
"Nah, I've been asleep for something like 13-14 hours. I'm ok. Besides, Valiel isn't up to check, so I'm declaring myself just fine." He grinned at her, before stepping over to the co-pilot chair. "Go rest. I'll keep an peeper on things here." His voice had gone gentle, as it tended to with her, and he fought the urge to keep looking at her by turning and examining the console and screen in front of him.

“Mm… I don’t know if I trust you with all this equipment,” she teased. “It doesn’t take long for something to go right.”

She was joking, of course. While it was true that it was easy for this kind of equipment to break down, she knew that she could trust Ronnie to handle it. He was an engineer, after all, and good with this kind of equipment. His skills with the technology on the ship was one of the many things she admired about him.

“And there’s no way I’m leaving you here alone, especially with you just getting over a sickness.” She sat down in the chair next to him, staring out at the stars. “That would be cruel.”

She stole a glance over at Ronnie for a moment as she curled up in the chair. She was glad he was feeling better. Not only because they didn’t have anyone to handle the equipment while he was out, but also because she had been incredibly worried about him. She had checked on him a dozen times while he was sick; it was something Conner never failed to tease her about.

Ronnie looked at her with mock outrage on his face. "All this equip- madam, I will have you know that I could take this equipment apart and put it back together and still not knock us off course!" He grinned at her, before starting to protest her decision to stay.
"Now wait, you nee-…"
She'd sat down, and he didn't want her to go… so he just turned and dimmed the lights in the cockpit by a lot.
"You really should sleep, though…"
He was keenly cognizant that she'd been up, worrying. About the ship, of course. If something happened to him, poor Connor would have to learn how to fine-tune a a reactor, and boy, wouldn't that be an adventure. Ronnie was useful, that's why she'd invested in him so much.
Of course.

“Oh, fine. I’ll go to sleep, if it makes you happy.” She grinned and rolled her peepers. “But I’ll sleep in here. I don’t want you to be too lonely without me, love.”

She smirked at him before she pulled her curls over her shoulder, resting her cheek against the chair as she gazed in his direction. If there was one thing that she loved about this ship. It was the sounds and movement it made. The low buzzing of the engine and the rocking of the ship began to lull her into sleep.

“You know, if Conner saw us in here together, we would never hear the end of it,” she said softly. “And then he would go and tell Valiel.”

Ronnie smiled, deciding he didn't want to try to shoo her away. He wasn't prone to loneliness, after having spent literal months in solitary confinement as a POW, but she didn't know that story.
He could tell she was drifting off as her consuming oxygen to produce carbon dioxide changed, though the statement about Connor made him laugh quietly.
"You're right, but he and Valiel have such a wonky-donky energy going on, he wouldn't tease very long, cuz I'd tease right back."

And it was true. Valiel being an alien had initially seemed like it might cause friction, but she was so adaptable and willing to work with everyone, it had all come out alright.
On top of that, she was kinda pretty.

At the moment, she was hanging from the ceiling in her human containment unit, tentacles and feelers gripping the ceiling as she rested in her natural form. Though her alarm to go check on Ronnie was about to go off, so it wouldn't last long.

She smiled and closed her peepers, feeling the vibrations of the ship as he spoke. Maybe she should sleep in here more often. Sure, she enjoyed her bed, but something about the the cockpit just felt safe to her. Besides, she could always open her peepers and look out the see-through wall at the cosmic spiraly-whirly surrounding them.

“That’s true. I don’t know what going on with them.” She laughed softly. “I want to say I ship it, but I don’t know. Conner does have the tendency to flirt with whoever he can.”

She adjusted herself in her chair, turning to stare out the see-through wall. She had looked at sights similar to this hundreds of times before, but it would never seem to get old.

She let out a small sigh. “It’s bonita…”

Ronnie grinned. "Yes, he does." In the early stages of their friendship, Ronnie had looked at him laffy taffy, many times, and Valiel had been firmly convinced Connor wanted to screw everything. Which, according to her, wasn't a problem, just laffy taffy. Aliens.
"I think they'd work, though who can say."

He smiled as Arriss turned to look out the windshield.
"It really, really is…"

There was a noise behind them, and a very annoyed ahem. Ronnie turned, a sheepish look on his face, to see Valiel standing in the doorway, her arms crossed.
"And what are you doing up?" she asked.
He glanced at Arriss for help. "Relieving the Captain of her watch. I'm well enough to do that, right?"

She turned around in her chair to face Valiel. Though she was hesitant about the alien at first, the two grew pretty close since they were the only females on the space ship. Plus, Arriss couldn’t help but admire her kind spirit.

“He’s right, Valiel,” Arriss replied, trying her best to make herself look a bit less wabbit knackered. “He’s just trying to help, and I’ve been watching him to make sure he’s doing okay.”

Arriss reached over to give Ronnie’s hand a reassuring squeeze, and right as she did so, she heard Conner’s footsteps resound down the hall outside. It was only a few moments before he appeared in the doorway next to Valiel, and a grin crossed his face when he saw that Arriss and Ronnie had been in the cockpit together.

“What’s this, Valiel?” he asked, turning to his alien friend. “Our captain and our engineer are up, alone together in the cockpit. How interesting.”

Arriss couldn’t help but roll her peepers. If she had her shoes on, she wouldn’t hesitate to take one off and hurl it at Conner.

Ronnie smiled at Arriss, though he kept his hands on the controls. She was relatively expressive, so it wouldn't have been wonky-donky, but some part of Ronnie was afraid of losing what little bit of professionalism was still there.
Valiel's exasperated expression didn't change, even when Connor walked in and started the teasing.
"Yes, our Captain, fatigued and in need of rest, and our engineer, still fighting sickness and similarly fatigued!" She raised her eyebrows at the two of them.

(Sorry its short, had to drive home and it's snowing here. badly)

(Oh gosh, stay safe!)

Arriss blushed faintly and stood up. “Oh, come on. He was just trying to help! Besides, he’s gotten 14 hours of sleep. He’s fine.”

Conner smirked. “Well, I find it laffy taffy that the first person he goes to find after he wakes up is you, but alright. Whatever you say.”

“Well then, why don’t you two take over navigating the ship while we go rest? You know, since you’re so against the brain bubble of us doing it.” With an exasperated sigh, she stood up and walked towards the wobbly flip-shutter. “Just… try not to crash, alright?”

“Will do, Cap.”

Conner stood there, watching Arriss and Ronnie leave, before he took a seat at the controls of the ship. “Ay, Valiel.” He grinned back at her. “Has anyone taught you how to control this thing?”

After making sure that Conner and Valiel would be fine navigating the ship for a while, she took Ronnie into the hall. She didn’t want to leave his side and go back to her deathly quiet human containment unit, but she knew that she needed to get some rest.

“Maybe Valiel was right. Neither of us do very good with no sleep.” She glanced over at him, barely able to see him in the dim light. “Fourteen hours of sleep or not, you’re still recovering from an illness, love.”

Ronnie glanced at Valiel. "I did get 14 hours." She didn't look like she was having it. Connor broke the tension by teasing, and Ronnie rounded on him.
"Of course I did, because some people were not being helpful." It was mostly a joke, but Connor's lack of drive to take jobs that weren't specifically his sometimes drove Ronnie a bit nuts.
Arriss gave them an order, and Ronnie stood up. Valiel stared him down for a moment. "Eat something. Then rest." He nodded, and followed Arriss out.
He nodded at her assertion. "I guess as long as you can rest, it doesn't have to be me at the controls. You hungry?" He was, and he'd been told to eat anyway.
……………………

Valiel rolled her peepers at Connor, a smile quirking the corners of her mouth. "I know how to control a lot of things, but what are you talking about?"