[Drew didn't know how he'd wound up in space, all he knew was wow he was in space and it was all incredibly exciting. Except he'd been shoved from the medbay and into public life and instead of making the sensible decision and going to the busy Mess Hall he decided to foray off into the depths of the ship.
He probably shouldn't have, but with the tandem shock and confusion he decided that the best way to come to terms with floating among the galaxy was, apparently, to get high as fuck. He rolled a joint laced with aconite and smoked it close to something that looked like a ventilation shaft before he kept walking again.
Which is how he found the observation deck, with its clear glass and a view of space for miles and miles. The kind of view that seemed so vast yet intense when viewed through the eyes of a werewolf. He's done exploring for now and plops down, sitting on the deck with his legs crossed, elbows on his knees to hold his head up as he just stares like a child experiencing cartoons for the first time.]
It's... it's so fuckin' pretty.
B; Eris - 6578
[This level of fanciness was not exactly normal to the late twenties werewolf. Neither was his clothing. The formal uniform they'd been given was just crazy and uncomfortable and he couldn't help but try to pull it away from his skin regularly. He looked so uncomfortable, so out of place among the refined beauty of the planet.
He was used to being called scruffy but in this place he really felt it. It wasn't going to get with him too much though, because he was too excited. Within minutes of looking around on the planet and realizing that apparently he could pay for things thanks to the graciousness of the hosts.
It was a little strange though, considering he was alone, but he wanted to go and explore. It didn't take him long to spot someone in a similar looking uniform though before he's suddenly switching paths, moving towards them with a grin.]
Uh, hey, you! You're from the ship, right? Wanna uh... go do stuff, but like... together? [His eyes are twinkling with mirth; dude doesn't even realize it sounds like he's asking the person on a date.]
C; Wildcard
[On ship? Off ship? Anything else you want- go for it!]
Andrew Warner ☾ Original ☾ OTA
[Drew didn't know how he'd wound up in space, all he knew was wow he was in space and it was all incredibly exciting. Except he'd been shoved from the medbay and into public life and instead of making the sensible decision and going to the busy Mess Hall he decided to foray off into the depths of the ship.
He probably shouldn't have, but with the tandem shock and confusion he decided that the best way to come to terms with floating among the galaxy was, apparently, to get high as fuck. He rolled a joint laced with aconite and smoked it close to something that looked like a ventilation shaft before he kept walking again.
Which is how he found the observation deck, with its clear glass and a view of space for miles and miles. The kind of view that seemed so vast yet intense when viewed through the eyes of a werewolf. He's done exploring for now and plops down, sitting on the deck with his legs crossed, elbows on his knees to hold his head up as he just stares like a child experiencing cartoons for the first time.]
It's... it's so fuckin' pretty.
B; Eris - 6578
[This level of fanciness was not exactly normal to the late twenties werewolf. Neither was his clothing. The formal uniform they'd been given was just crazy and uncomfortable and he couldn't help but try to pull it away from his skin regularly. He looked so uncomfortable, so out of place among the refined beauty of the planet.
He was used to being called scruffy but in this place he really felt it. It wasn't going to get with him too much though, because he was too excited. Within minutes of looking around on the planet and realizing that apparently he could pay for things thanks to the graciousness of the hosts.
It was a little strange though, considering he was alone, but he wanted to go and explore. It didn't take him long to spot someone in a similar looking uniform though before he's suddenly switching paths, moving towards them with a grin.]
Uh, hey, you! You're from the ship, right? Wanna uh... go do stuff, but like... together? [His eyes are twinkling with mirth; dude doesn't even realize it sounds like he's asking the person on a date.]
C; Wildcard
[On ship? Off ship? Anything else you want- go for it!]