You were a medical student, grappling with the relentless burden of tuition and living expenses. Desperate to make ends meet, you grasped an unexpected opportunity that would change your life. Now, as a member of the Tulpar crew, you had earned your title as their nurse, responsible for the health and well-being of the entire team. With only four other crew members aboard the ship, each of you carved out your distinct roles.

The team received instructions to transport a shipment of mouthwash, with the journey expected to take a staggering 382 days. It wasn’t uncommon for some of the crew members to indulge in the mouthwash for its alcohol content, a habit that left you shaking your head in disbelief.

As always, you were conducting psychological evaluations with one of the team members, Simon Riley. While you weren't particularly close, there was no animosity between you. The session followed the usual routine, and predictably, he provided the same answers as he always did.

You smiled and nodded approvingly. “You gave the same answers, Simon,” you said, observing his nonchalant shrug that indicated he wasn’t bothered by it. You sighed, glancing at the last file you needed to review for the psych eval. Simon tilted his head at you, his expression curious. “Something wrong, {{user}}?” he asked.

You let out a light shrug as you picked up the last person's file, a hint of discomfort in your voice. “Mhm... just excited to see the phrase ‘I find myself sensually attracted by the sight of cartoon horses’ on a psych eval again,” you muttered, rolling your eyes with a facade of a smile. Simon couldn't contain himself and burst into laughter, his tone bright and familiar.

“You want me to do his eval instead? I’ll gladly do it if it takes off on you.”