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  1. Prompt: A select team of individuals from around the world has been sent to space to represent humanity. Unfortunately for everyone involved, each one of them lied on their application. Well, now they're a half hour away from making contact with the aliens, and the truth has just come out. Name: Jacqueline Spade but if you call her anything other than Jack she will murder you.Age: 22Gender/Pronouns (if applicable): She/herSpecies: HumanHeight: 5'3"Appearance (plus a visual reference if youve got one): Bright blue hair in that cool style with the shaved sides and the curls on top. You know the one. Brown eyes. Hips for days.Applicable Quirks (accent, biases, languages spoken, phobias, etc): Hella bisexual. Really misses Doritos. Plays multiple instruments.Quick Backstory: Jack has always loved space, but she's too atrocious at math to be an astrophysicist like she wanted so now she's a music major. Her parents (real uptight) wanted her to go into classic violin but Jack is more into the Indie Pop type of music. Her parents found out she wasn't actually studying violin at Juilliard like she claimed she was so she decided to run away. Always the dramatic, she decided to run away to space.Weapons Abilities (if applicable): None. Jack is the clumsiest person you will ever meet. She likes to think she could swing a sword be she can't. She'd probably behead herself.Powers? (if applicable): Don't challenge her to any competition involving the consumption of food. She will win. (Hi there friends. I felt this forum was lacking in space and I make split-second decisions so here. Another RP. In SPACE.) Jack isn't sure what she did to deserve this. It feels like the universe is playing some sort of cosmic joke on her. Like, oh, Jack, you thought it was a good idea to cheat your way into space? Too bad, everyone else thought it was a good idea too, and now you're all stuck on a spaceship heading to an alien planet to represent the human race. This is a bad day. Or night. It's hard to tell, in space. "So," she says, trying to stop her internal screaming from becoming external. "What do we do?"
  2. Kate

    Kate November 30, 2026 "I love you" I said. "T-10 seconds" the loud speaker said. "Don't die" I said. Kate laughed, I love her laugh, the one part of her that is free, not filtered by the social norms. This time it was forced, a nervous laugh, as if she was about to cry. It made me realize just how much I would miss her. "Send a message everyday" I said. "You know that that the radio is for emergency use only" She said. "T-8 seconds" the loud speaker said. "Isn't missing me an emergency?" she laughed again this time less forced. "No Connor, it's not." she said (T-6 seconds) "The world doesn't revolve around you." "Aww why not?!" I said in my best 2-year-old voice. Finally, she laughed normally, the laugh was the same as the one I remember from my 8th grade year. "As the stars shine from the heavens, I will remember the stars in your eyes.'" "Remember what that's from?" I said. "How could I forget, it was the card you gave me in 6th grade." "Do you remember why?" "No." "You were going to Kansas for your cousin's graduation. Longest 4 days in 8th grade" I said. "Shit, what is today?" "The 30th." "Oh my god how could I forget." "I don't blame you you had to much on your mind. . ." "T-5 seconds" "I have to go" she said "I'm going to miss you. " "I love you Kate. . ." "I love you to Connor, happy br. . ." she said something else but it was lost to the sound of the rocket. That Night I was lying on the couch with a tub of ice cream watching Netflix when, from out of nowhere someone pounds on the door. I stand up to quickly and drop the tub of ice cream on my foot. "Shit!" I shout. I answer the door an out side is Micaela, a childhood friend of me and Kate's. "happy birthday, you look like crap" she said, walking past me and going to the pantry and taking out the cookies that Kate made before she left." "Same to you" I said, "minus the birthday part." " Bet you I miss her more than you." "Don't tell me we're starting that again." "No just had to say it, seams like her Kansas trip on steroids." "Why are you here?" "Zach wasn't helping my depression, I thought you might help." "Oh, how is he? I didn't know he was back." "Scared of the smallest noise, but a smarter person. Thinks before he does stuff." "Really why are you here? You live in Alaska, I live in Florida, you don’t just stop by because you feel depressed." "Kate wanted me to give you this," she said, handing me a red heart shaped sticky note. “I miss you already.” - Kate “It’s the same one” I said. “Why not.” “I thought it got thrown away when we moved.” “When you moved, Kate gave me a box of old letters. That was in side, along with the quote she gave you for your 14th birthday.” “You came all the way to Florida to give me a piece of paper? That’s like as far as it gets, staying inside the country.” “I’ve been here for a week, I came to wish her goodbye.” “You need a place to stay? We have another room.” “You, have another room Connor. And yes, we need a place to stay.” “We?” “Oh, he’s here too.” I said. The End Authors note: I took actual people and changed their names, I changed mine to Connor to simplify things, and so i don't put my real name on the forum. It is the same "Kate" that i mentioned in my last post. the heart shaped sticky note is real, along with the birthday card, and the poem I wrote before "Kate" went to Kansas. my gf "Kate" has always wanted to go to space, that's where the idea for the first half came from, then i got a flow and kinda went with it. it took 4 hrs to write this, i am a slow at typing on my phone. and of coarse critiques and edits are helpful.
  3. She Found the Universe

    i'm jealous. there are already galaxies in your eyes, and yet my own lie like a glaring soar, straining for such tenderness and refraction gaping at the beauty around me and yet, never truly appreciating what i see. do you understand how much love you have? i swear that every time i turn around i find another solar system hidden in those eyes of yours. and your family and friends have hung constellations, (they must have) but that doesn't amount to the planets and suns and moons and every speck of space dust that has been accounted for and hung so carefully in your eye. you have been given the universe. and i turn and i see who hung so many of those stars and they may not have as many stars in their eyes, but they are a mirror, they reflect their love outward. and sometimes they worry they hung too many stars in your eyes, so they try to take them away, take them back, hide them from you, but they can't, because you notice when they try and it hurts you. and since they are a mirror, what hurts you hurts them. i hope you know who found the universe in your eyes. ------------ Note: So, I can't really take credit for all of these words, because the majority of them came from when one of my friends was trying to break it to me gently that my best friend was in love with me and went on this huge analogy of hanging stars. All the same, I think it's a beautiful poem, and it does mean a lot to me.
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