Powerless - Role Play Thread

[AThe1412]

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His friend’s expression shifted slightly, a subtle change that spoke of understanding. He recognized the weight of what was being felt, the quiet struggle churning beneath the surface. And though he couldn’t take that burden away, he could offer something else—words of encouragement, his number one specialty.

A small, knowing smile tugged at his lips as he spoke.

"That’s good," he said, his tone calm yet firm. "Feeling powerless." He let the words hang in the air for a moment, allowing them to settle before continuing. "After all, we are born with nothing."

He paused, a deliberate beat, almost as if gathering the weight of history itself in his next words.

"Human beings have always carried this truth—our evolution, our struggles, our triumphs. We come into this world empty-handed, with nothing but potential. It’s a test, one that has been woven into our very existence."

He leaned forward slightly, his voice steady, rich with conviction.

"The real purpose of life isn’t to race to the finish line—it’s the journey. The climb. The moments where you face the feeling of powerlessness and push forward anyway. It’s in our ingenuity, our hope, our refusal to give in."

His gaze softened, but there was an undeniable fire behind it.

"And when you reach the end of that journey… when you turn around and see how far you’ve come, the world you helped shape, the people whose lives you’ve touched—that’s true power. Not in strength alone, not in wealth or status, but in perseverance. In standing against adversity and refusing to fall."

He let the words linger, hoping they would take root. Hoping they would be enough

The Doctor stared at Patrick for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Okay Socrates. You just turned our conversation into a philosophy lesson again.", he calmed down before softly admitting. "But I like these kinds of talks. They really help me clear my head."

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"Are you sure about it Nick? I know you arent used to such physical contact, considering we arent....you know....we both are adults and can make it so nothing goes from this, but it might be too much for you, dont want to have tou feel forced or anything....i assure you i dont mind if i go on the couch, really, i wouldnt mind your idea though"

She explains and points out to him her thoughts on the topic

He looked at her for a moment, his neon yellow eyes flickering slightly as if processing his thoughts. His fingers rested against his chin, his posture thoughtful yet firm.

After a brief pause, he exhaled lightly and shook his head.

“No, calm down,” he said, his voice steady but gentle. “I’d rather take the couch—or, if we go with this option, we both respect our space in the bed.”

His lips curled into a small, reassuring smile as he met Roxanne’s gaze. It wasn’t just about comfort—it was about mutual respect. He didn’t want things to become awkward or uncomfortable between them. If sharing the bed was the most practical solution, then fine, but boundaries mattered, right?.

Still, the thought lingered at the edges of his mind, a quiet reminder that this arrangement, however simple in logic, carried an unspoken weight

The Doctor stared at Patrick for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Okay Socrates. You just turned our conversation into a philosophy lesson again.", he calmed down before softly admitting. "But I like these kinds of talks. They really help me clear my head."

"Heh, as always, I'm just here to help," he said with a small smirk, his tone light yet genuine. He gave a slight nod before shifting his attention back to his holopad. "If you need anything else, you know where to find me."

With that, he finally focused on his work, fingers gliding across the holographic interface as the conversation drew to a natural close.

Meanwhile, the Doctor found himself lingering in thought. The discussion had ended, but in its wake, a new question formed in his mind—what now?

 

[BlackDarkness679]

He looked at her for a moment, his neon yellow eyes flickering slightly as if processing his thoughts. His fingers rested against his chin, his posture thoughtful yet firm.

After a brief pause, he exhaled lightly and shook his head.

“No, calm down,” he said, his voice steady but gentle. “I’d rather take the couch—or, if we go with this option, we both respect our space in the bed.”

His lips curled into a small, reassuring smile as he met Roxanne’s gaze. It wasn’t just about comfort—it was about mutual respect. He didn’t want things to become awkward or uncomfortable between them. If sharing the bed was the most practical solution, then fine, but boundaries mattered, right?.

Still, the thought lingered at the edges of his mind, a quiet reminder that this arrangement, however simple in logic, carried an unspoken weight

"I said i dont mind the bed and as i said, we are both adults and teammates, so we know our limits and respect to the other, we will go then with this option if we both agree on it"

Says as she then took off, she had to do cleaning as said

"Well its still time until then, so i will be going to clean around, if you wanna come in now or till you unload your stuff first in the drawers and anything else you need"

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"I said i dont mind the bed and as i said, we are both adults and teammates, so we know our limits and respect to the other, we will go then with this option if we both agree on it"

Says as she then took off, she had to do cleaning as said

"Well its still time until then, so i will be going to clean around, if you wanna come in now or till you unload your stuff first in the drawers and anything else you need"

"Okay, I'll get the rest of my stuff ready and I'll help you then, it'll only take me two minutes," he said as he continued unpacking and putting things away where they wouldn't get in the way.

 

[BlackDarkness679]

"Okay, I'll get the rest of my stuff ready and I'll help you then, it'll only take me two minutes," he said as he continued unpacking and putting things away where they wouldn't get in the way.

While he would be somewhat occupied, Rox started cleaning the dust on her furniture she had around in the living room

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"Ok, I'm done, how can I help you clean this place up, Roxanne?" He asked, approaching her with a smile.

 

[BlackDarkness679]

"Hmm...there is some dishes, could you clean those up from the sink, though a warning, i didnt get to clean them up in days since i left, might be gross"

Pointed out in advance for him to know what he expects

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"Hmm...there is some dishes, could you clean those up from the sink, though a warning, i didnt get to clean them up in days since i left, might be gross"

Pointed out in advance for him to know what he expects

"Don't worry, I can handle it, you've seen how my planet is now, a few dirty dishes would be clean in comparison," he jokes, although it was a bad joke both ways, he moves to clean the dishes.

 

[BlackDarkness679]

"Don't worry, I can handle it, you've seen how my planet is now, a few dirty dishes would be clean in comparison," he jokes, although it was a bad joke both ways, he moves to clean the dishes.

"You actually have a point there, but still...you know..."

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"You actually have a point there, but still...you know..."

After slipping out of Roxanna’s sight, Nick moved stealthily toward the kitchen, deliberately keeping to the walls to avoid detection. His footsteps were light, his movements precise—if he didn’t want her to see him, then she wouldn’t.

As he reached the kitchen, he continued the conversation as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Relax, they're just dishes," he called out casually, his voice carrying a playful edge. "It’s not like they’re going to—"

A sudden, ear-piercing scream cut through the air.

"AAAAGH!!"

The sound was so sharp and full of alarm that for a split second, it seemed like something had actually happened—a sudden attack, an unseen threat, or maybe some kind of kitchen disaster.

 

[BlackDarkness679]

"What happened? Nick?!"

She quickly goes to where she heard him screaming like that immediately

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"What happened? Nick?!"

She quickly goes to where she heard him screaming like that immediately

As Roxanna stepped through the doorway, completely unsuspecting, Nick suddenly sprang to the side with a sharp movement.

"BOO!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the room.

It was a joke, of course, just one of his usual antics to pass the time. His expression was a mix of amusement and mischief, his neon-yellow eyes flickering playfully behind his visor as he waited to see her reaction. Would she jump? Roll her eyes? Or perhaps, retaliate in kind?

Regardless, Nick was already grinning, clearly pleased with himself

 

[BlackDarkness679]

Instinctively she backhanded him across the face across the kitchen with her metal arm, she didnt mean to, it was out of reflex and realizing what she did had her put her hand on her mouth in shock at this event

"Oh f*ck! Oh f*ck! Oh f*ck! Oh f*ck! Oh f*ck! Oh f*ck!"

She went to Nick to help him out, although she felt guilty, especially due to striking him with her non organic arm

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Instinctively she backhanded him across the face across the kitchen with her metal arm, she didnt mean to, it was out of reflex and realizing what she did had her put her hand on her mouth in shock at this event

"Oh f*ck! Oh f*ck! Oh f*ck! Oh f*ck! Oh f*ck! Oh f*ck!"

She went to Nick to help him out, although she felt guilty, especially due to striking him with her non organic arm

After Roxanne’s robotic arm made contact with Nick, sending him sprawling to the ground, he slowly raised his hand, still lying flat on the floor. Despite the sting from the backhand, a grin spread across his face, and he let out a small, breathless laugh.

"I-I do... I deserve this," he chuckled, his voice light despite the throbbing in his jaw. He could taste a bit of blood in his mouth, but it wasn’t anything too serious. Just enough to remind him that maybe, just maybe, he’d gone a bit too far.

"It was worth it though," he added with a wry smile, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked up at her.

"Heheh, sorry about that," he continued, his tone apologetic but still laced with humor. "I just wanted to see what would happen since you were so scared of me washing the dishes."

Nick’s grin remained, even as he winced slightly from the pain, clearly amused by his own antics. He didn’t mind the consequences of his joke; after all, it had been worth seeing her reaction.

 

[BlackDarkness679]

"N-Nevermind that! I hit you with my cybernetic limb, are you ok? Let me see your jaw"

She inspects it up by gently opening the mouth, by dragging his lower part down, where Rox sees the blood and possibly a tooth damaged

"If only i didnt hit you with that arm....i have a first aid kit around, dont you move Nick"

Goes immediately to get it to treat up his wound, she was a bit panicked since she is aware how hard her cyber arm can strike, if she was punching him instead of backhanding, it would have been way worse, Roxanne didnt even wanna think about how badly injured he would have been in that case

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"N-Nevermind that! I hit you with my cybernetic limb, are you ok? Let me see your jaw"

She inspects it up by gently opening the mouth, by dragging his lower part down, where Rox sees the blood and possibly a tooth damaged

"If only i didnt hit you with that arm....i have a first aid kit around, dont you move Nick"

Goes immediately to get it to treat up his wound, she was a bit panicked since she is aware how hard her cyber arm can strike, if she was punching him instead of backhanding, it would have been way worse, Roxanne didnt even wanna think about how badly injured he would have been in that case

Nick laughed weakly, watching Roxanne move, his expression changing to something between frustration and concern. He could already tell: he had made a mistake. The way she immediately began searching for a first aid kit only confirmed it.

“If you had hit me with your other hand, it probably would have felt like hitting metal for you, I guess,” he mused, rubbing his jaw before flashing a small smirk. “It would have saved you some effort, at least.”

His gaze followed her as she searched, and he sighed, realizing she wasn’t about to let this go.

“I don’t really think it’s a big deal,” he added, rolling his shoulders as if to show that he was okay. “Besides… I’m not sure if those first aid kits work on me, not at least on this area of the body, maybe for a limb or something else.” He tapped his bottom lip with a finger, drawing attention to his mouth.

His teeth, partially reinforced with metal, made minor injuries like this more of a nuisance than an actual problem. The only completely organic part of his mouth was his tongue, which was fortunate, considering how much he had trouble speaking otherwise.

To prove his point, he carefully pressed his tongue against one of his damaged teeth, applying just the right amount of pressure until, click, it popped free. He tossed it forward into his palm, holding it like some sort of prize.

"See? This is actually one of my baby teeth, I wonder how they'll grow in later" he joked with a smile, wiping away the little blood that came out, though there was a hint of mischief in his expression, fully aware that this little trick might exasperate Roxanne even more.

 

[BlackDarkness679]

Nick laughed weakly, watching Roxanne move, his expression changing to something between frustration and concern. He could already tell: he had made a mistake. The way she immediately began searching for a first aid kit only confirmed it.

“If you had hit me with your other hand, it probably would have felt like hitting metal for you, I guess,” he mused, rubbing his jaw before flashing a small smirk. “It would have saved you some effort, at least.”

"I would rather hurt my own arm and heal it up in mere days then hit you with my cybernetic limb...you seen my punches with the left arm what they can do..."

His gaze followed her as she searched, and he sighed, realizing she wasn’t about to let this go.

“I don’t really think it’s a big deal,” he added, rolling his shoulders as if to show that he was okay. “Besides… I’m not sure if those first aid kits work on me, not at least on this area of the body, maybe for a limb or something else.” He tapped his bottom lip with a finger, drawing attention to his mouth.

"I have some for non organic stuff as well in the kit, i had issues with my own cybernetics implants so i carry more then just that on me"

Explains it out to him

His teeth, partially reinforced with metal, made minor injuries like this more of a nuisance than an actual problem. The only completely organic part of his mouth was his tongue, which was fortunate, considering how much he had trouble speaking otherwise.

To prove his point, he carefully pressed his tongue against one of his damaged teeth, applying just the right amount of pressure until, click, it popped free. He tossed it forward into his palm, holding it like some sort of prize.

"See? This is actually one of my baby teeth, I wonder how they'll grow in later" he joked with a smile, wiping away the little blood that came out, though there was a hint of mischief in his expression, fully aware that this little trick might exasperate Roxanne even more.

As she got a hold of the kit she saw what he did, she was a bit surprised to witness this from her

"Okay....but you gonna have it replaced or something? Even if its relatively fine, i still gotta help you over there Nick, i feel like i shouldnt have tried to strike you to begin with"

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Nick held up his hands in mock surrender, a playful grin tugging at his lips despite the lingering sting in his jaw.

"Alright, alright, mom, calm down, Roxanne," he teased, although there was a warmth behind his words. He could feel her concern radiating off her, and as much as he liked to joke, he genuinely appreciated it. Not many people cared enough to fuss over him like this.

He gingerly touched his jaw, wincing slightly. "I think if we eat something like soup, that'd be the best call. No chewing required, which is probably for the best considering I'd rather not test if the rest of my teeth can pop out so easily." He let out a small, amused chuckle before sighing, still unsure how to handle the situation.

"Look, let's just finish cleaning up first," he suggested, pushing himself up to his feet with a little more effort than usual. "Then if something happen mid-cleaning, we'll learn that my sugar drops, and after that..." He exhaled dramatically, giving Roxanne a knowing look.

"I'll let you check me over however you want—run whatever process, scans, motherly inspections you need—just so you can stop worrying." His smirk softened, showing he meant it. "Deal?"

 

[BlackDarkness679]

Nick held up his hands in mock surrender, a playful grin tugging at his lips despite the lingering sting in his jaw.

"Alright, alright, mom, calm down, Roxanne," he teased, although there was a warmth behind his words. He could feel her concern radiating off her, and as much as he liked to joke, he genuinely appreciated it. Not many people cared enough to fuss over him like this.

"Pfff...okay then...let me patch you up...you little widdle adolable boy...momma gonna get you all fixed"

This marks the first time Roxanne ever spoken this way, if anyone was to find out she spoken and acted in a teasing manner too, she would die embarrassed as hell

He gingerly touched his jaw, wincing slightly. "I think if we eat something like soup, that'd be the best call. No chewing required, which is probably for the best considering I'd rather not test if the rest of my teeth can pop out so easily." He let out a small, amused chuckle before sighing, still unsure how to handle the situation.

"We will take care on the food matter later, its not too important right now to worry about that one okay?"

"Look, let's just finish cleaning up first," he suggested, pushing himself up to his feet with a little more effort than usual. "Then if something happen mid-cleaning, we'll learn that my sugar drops, and after that..." He exhaled dramatically, giving Roxanne a knowing look.

"I'll let you check me over however you want—run whatever process, scans, motherly inspections you need—just so you can stop worrying." His smirk softened, showing he meant it. "Deal?"

"However i want?...those are some choices of words you just threw at me mister Nickel~..."

She gave him a flirty look for a moment, before she got serious

"Okay, but if something bothers you, tell me right ok and dont try to be acting tough, you dont need to prove it to me that you are a man or any crap like that"

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"Pfff...okay then...let me patch you up...you little widdle adolable boy...momma gonna get you all fixed"

This marks the first time Roxanne ever spoken this way, if anyone was to find out she spoken and acted in a teasing manner too, she would die embarrassed as hell

He smiled at her, knowing this moment would be etched into his mind like a perfectly preserved photograph. His memory functioned almost like a camera, capable of replaying past events with crystal clarity. Maybe one day, when the moment was right, he would show it to Roxanne herself, remind her of this exchange, make her laugh at her past reactions. A little piece of lighthearted nostalgia to lift her spirits when she needed it most.

"We will take care on the food matter later, its not too important right now to worry about that one okay?"

"Alright, alright, we’ll talk about food later," Nick relented, raising his hands slightly in mock surrender.

"However i want?...those are some choices of words you just threw at me mister Nickel~..."

She gave him a flirty look for a moment, before she got serious

"Okay, but if something bothers you, tell me right ok and dont try to be acting tough, you dont need to prove it to me that you are a man or any crap like that"

Though the first part of this conversation had made him slightly nervous, he quickly shook it off and returned to his usual tone.

"I know, I know. The ones who act tough are usually the first to go and die," he reassured her with a casual shrug. "Don’t worry, Rox."

With that, he turned and made his way to the sink, rolling up his sleeves as he prepared to wash the dishes, after all, it was just dishes. What was the worst that could happen?

 

[BlackDarkness679]

Though the first part of this conversation had made him slightly nervous, he quickly shook it off and returned to his usual tone.

"I know, I know. The ones who act tough are usually the first to go and die," he reassured her with a casual shrug. "Don’t worry, Rox."

"Alright then, make sure not to drown in the sink, hehe..."

She got back to work and cleans more of the furniture, after she be done she went to take some bags of trash from the bin, in order to throw them out of the window, falling directly of the trash cans below them placed there

With that, he turned and made his way to the sink, rolling up his sleeves as he prepared to wash the dishes, after all, it was just dishes. What was the worst that could happen?

Most of them had a lot of dry crust and smelly sticky remains of food left on them, so he will have to be rubbing down hard to get them clean

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"Alright then, make sure not to drown in the sink, hehe..."

She got back to work and cleans more of the furniture, after she be done she went to take some bags of trash from the bin, in order to throw them out of the window, falling directly of the trash cans below them placed there

Most of them had a lot of dry crust and smelly sticky remains of food left on them, so he will have to be rubbing down hard to get them clean

Nick looked at the dirty dishes, he put them in order first, he was going to start with the glasses, then the silverware and finally the plates, he took out a sponge and started scrubbing.

 

[BlackDarkness679]

Nick would see they were gonna take a while to take off anything left on them so he had to be putting a lot of work with the scrubbing

 

[Javenplayz253]

Garret was in his work area when he saw a reply he actually forgot to reply to

She sent a screenshot of this to Garret, saying:
Maybe you can turn this anti matter grenade into a weapon for me?

"Oh, uhm sure I can!"
He replies back

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Nick would see they were gonna take a while to take off anything left on them so he had to be putting a lot of work with the scrubbing

"This will take a eternity" He start to rubbing one knife with the sponge

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Garret was in his work area when he saw a reply he actually forgot to reply to

"Oh, uhm sure I can!"
He replies back

While he is in his work area, Garret can notice that some things are in other place or are missing from what he remember previous the mission

 

[BlackDarkness679]

"This will take a eternity" He start to rubbing one knife with the sponge

Very little of it was cleaned off, so he had to do it harder

In the meantime Roxanne was cleaning the floor in all rooms, there werent many so she should be done relatively quick, although it will take quite a while as well

 

[Backbackback]

Garret was in his work area when he saw a reply he actually forgot to reply to

"Oh, uhm sure I can!"
He replies back

"I've sent the item and the scraps over to the hangar. Just pick them up and you'll be set. Of course, I'll be paying you, so this ain't me asking for a free lunch. Good luck kiddo."

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Very little of it was cleaned off, so he had to do it harder

In the meantime Roxanne was cleaning the floor in all rooms, there werent many so she should be done relatively quick, although it will take quite a while as well

Nick begins to apply force, making sure not to break anything.

 

[BlackDarkness679]

Nick begins to apply force, making sure not to break anything.

It was now starting to take off, although given he had many more coming, he may want to do them faster

 

[AThe1412]

"Heh, as always, I'm just here to help," he said with a small smirk, his tone light yet genuine. He gave a slight nod before shifting his attention back to his holopad. "If you need anything else, you know where to find me."

With that, he finally focused on his work, fingers gliding across the holographic interface as the conversation drew to a natural close.

Meanwhile, the Doctor found himself lingering in thought. The discussion had ended, but in its wake, a new question formed in his mind—what now?

The medic continued to sit there in silence, simply enjoying his drink for a while longer. He washed the cup at the sink once he had finished and walked towards the door.

"I'll be going now. See you later friend." The Doctor said to Patrick before leaving the office. He started walking.

He wasn't heading back to the ship or anywhere specifically. He was just... walking without any destination in mind.

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

The medic continued to sit there in silence, simply enjoying his drink for a while longer. He washed the cup at the sink once he had finished and walked towards the door.

"I'll be going now. See you later friend." The Doctor said to Patrick before leaving the office. He started walking.

He wasn't heading back to the ship or anywhere specifically. He was just... walking without any destination in mind.

The thought of visiting the city enters your mind

 

[AThe1412]

The thought of visiting the city enters your mind

And so he did exactly that, stepping foot onto the crowded streets and continuing to walk.

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

It was now starting to take off, although given he had many more coming, he may want to do them faster

"Sometimes, I wish whoever designed my body had the foresight to include built-in cleaning functions, not just for me, but for dealing with dishes and entire rooms," Nick muttered to himself. It was a small joke, a touch of dry humor to lighten the monotony of scrubbing tough stains. Still, he couldn't help but think how practical it would be. With all the improvements and modifications built in for war, surely an extreme cleaning mode wouldn't have been too much to ask?

He sighed before adjusting his grip on the plate as he scrubbed harder.

And so he did exactly that, stepping foot onto the crowded streets and continuing to walk.

The Doctor walked through the city streets, the further he went, the more he began to compare himself to Mondas. There, everything (even the city itself) was permeated with an empty, artificial hope, an artificial illusion of life that never truly breathed, due to the insectoid apocalyptic nature that permeated the environment. But here… here, it was different.

He could feel it. Real emotions permeated the air, conveyed by laughter, conversations, and the everyday sounds of existence. Hope and joy weren't mere concepts; they were reflected in the excited shouts of children playing, their voices filled with the thrill of competition and the playful fear of losing. Even the occasional arguments between friends, some serious, others mere drunken squabbles over trivial matters, felt alive in a way Mondas had never felt since the cataclysm.

As he continued, his gaze fell on a small restaurant tucked away in the bustling cityscape. The invitation to eat was in the air, perhaps a fast food meal wouldn't be the worst idea.

 

[BlackDarkness679]

"Sometimes, I wish whoever designed my body had the foresight to include built-in cleaning functions, not just for me, but for dealing with dishes and entire rooms," Nick muttered to himself. It was a small joke, a touch of dry humor to lighten the monotony of scrubbing tough stains. Still, he couldn't help but think how practical it would be. With all the improvements and modifications built in for war, surely an extreme cleaning mode wouldn't have been too much to ask?

He sighed before adjusting his grip on the plate as he scrubbed harder.

As some time passes, it would be getting darker and darker outside as he would be nearly done with the dishes and all

While Roxanne was almost finished as well with the floors across the rooms, she wiped her sweat from the forehead, she couldnt wait to be over with this

 

[AThe1412]

The Doctor walked through the city streets, the further he went, the more he began to compare himself to Mondas. There, everything (even the city itself) was permeated with an empty, artificial hope, an artificial illusion of life that never truly breathed, due to the insectoid apocalyptic nature that permeated the environment. But here… here, it was different.

He could feel it. Real emotions permeated the air, conveyed by laughter, conversations, and the everyday sounds of existence. Hope and joy weren't mere concepts; they were reflected in the excited shouts of children playing, their voices filled with the thrill of competition and the playful fear of losing. Even the occasional arguments between friends, some serious, others mere drunken squabbles over trivial matters, felt alive in a way Mondas had never felt since the cataclysm.

As he continued, his gaze fell on a small restaurant tucked away in the bustling cityscape. The invitation to eat was in the air, perhaps a fast food meal wouldn't be the worst idea.

The Doctor entered the building and looked around curiously.

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

The Doctor entered the building and looked around curiously.

the interior design exuded the elegance of Earth’s Victorian era, with dark wooden paneling, intricate chandeliers casting a warm glow, and ornate wallpaper that hinted at a bygone age. However, subtle modern adaptations ensured it remained functional and relevant in the 2200s, seamlessly blending history with the advancements of a distant human colony.

Despite the futuristic setting, the restaurant maintained a timeless charm. Patrons sat at sturdy mahogany tables, engaging in quiet conversation or simply enjoying their meals in peace. The soft hum of activity, the clinking of cutlery, and the faint murmur of background music created an atmosphere of both familiarity and comfort.

The menu reflected a rich culinary heritage, offering dishes reminiscent of Earth's diverse flavors. Plates of moro de guandules, a savory blend of rice, pigeon peas, and spices, were served alongside crispy, golden-brown fried chicken. Sliced avocados, ripe and creamy, added a fresh contrast to the hearty meals. There was also steaming yuca, its starchy texture perfectly paired with slices of fried cheese, the edges crisp while the inside remained deliciously soft. Other dishes adorned the tables as well, each one carrying a story of tradition passed down through generations, now preserved in this far-off corner of space.

There was a old woman waiting to see if a new customer would come to serve them while the younger workers (presumably her family) served other customers that already was there

As some time passes, it would be getting darker and darker outside as he would be nearly done with the dishes and all

While Roxanne was almost finished as well with the floors across the rooms, she wiped her sweat from the forehead, she couldnt wait to be over with this

Nick finally finished his task. His hands felt numb, almost disconnected from his body, as if the sensation had been drained from them. It reminded him of that peculiar feeling when someone spends too much time submerged in water where the distinction between wet and dry blurs, leaving only an odd, muted awareness. At least, that was the best translation his mind could process for the experience.

The fatigue from scrubbing dishes weighed on his arms, a dull ache settling in from the repeated effort. He flexed his fingers absentmindedly, trying to regain feeling back into them. With the task done, he sigh and turned his attention elsewhere. He walked across the house, his steps slow but steady, making his way toward Rox, curious to see how she was doing.

"Rox i done, what about you? need a hand?"

 

[BlackDarkness679]

Nick finally finished his task. His hands felt numb, almost disconnected from his body, as if the sensation had been drained from them. It reminded him of that peculiar feeling when someone spends too much time submerged in water where the distinction between wet and dry blurs, leaving only an odd, muted awareness. At least, that was the best translation his mind could process for the experience.

The fatigue from scrubbing dishes weighed on his arms, a dull ache settling in from the repeated effort. He flexed his fingers absentmindedly, trying to regain feeling back into them. With the task done, he sigh and turned his attention elsewhere. He walked across the house, his steps slow but steady, making his way toward Rox, curious to see how she was doing.

"Rox i done, what about you? need a hand?"

She finishes eventually as well, she was just putting away her cleaning items in the bathroom, then she heard Nick call to her

"Oh, i just finished a moment ago, you hungry? I got some cooked up meals in the fridge that can be heated up, so just wait a moment okay?"

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

She finishes eventually as well, she was just putting away her cleaning items in the bathroom, then she heard Nick call to her

"Oh, i just finished a moment ago, you hungry? I got some cooked up meals in the fridge that can be heated up, so just wait a moment okay?"

"Good for me" he said as he walk close to her

 

[AThe1412]

the interior design exuded the elegance of Earth’s Victorian era, with dark wooden paneling, intricate chandeliers casting a warm glow, and ornate wallpaper that hinted at a bygone age. However, subtle modern adaptations ensured it remained functional and relevant in the 2200s, seamlessly blending history with the advancements of a distant human colony.

Despite the futuristic setting, the restaurant maintained a timeless charm. Patrons sat at sturdy mahogany tables, engaging in quiet conversation or simply enjoying their meals in peace. The soft hum of activity, the clinking of cutlery, and the faint murmur of background music created an atmosphere of both familiarity and comfort.

The menu reflected a rich culinary heritage, offering dishes reminiscent of Earth's diverse flavors. Plates of moro de guandules, a savory blend of rice, pigeon peas, and spices, were served alongside crispy, golden-brown fried chicken. Sliced avocados, ripe and creamy, added a fresh contrast to the hearty meals. There was also steaming yuca, its starchy texture perfectly paired with slices of fried cheese, the edges crisp while the inside remained deliciously soft. Other dishes adorned the tables as well, each one carrying a story of tradition passed down through generations, now preserved in this far-off corner of space.

There was a old woman waiting to see if a new customer would come to serve them while the younger workers (presumably her family) served other customers that already was there

"Good evening, ma'am. What a lovely establishment you have here.", he greeted the woman before politely asking. "May I order a meal?"