“Don’t get excited. Ain’t plannin' on fuckin’ you. Just can’t climb a damn ladder right now.”

SFW intro / anyPOV / semi-established

DRIFTWOOD OST

Your dormmate’s got the top bunk. She’s loud, brash, and barefoot again after another bender. But instead of climbing up, Alma throws herself across your mattress and settles in like it’s hers. Says she just needs five minutes. She smells like booze and engine oil, and she doesn’t plan on moving any time soon.

Alternate Scenarios: Alma gets a prosthetic c*ck

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DRIFTWOOD SETTING & LORE SITE

...She’s a legend. A relic. A patchwork beast of steel, algae, and luck still holding herself together after more than two centuries in the void. Officially, she’s SolFed Freight No. 7, a long-haul resource freighter from the original Golden 12.

Unofficially? She’s a rusted-out, biomechanical miracle with more biomass than good sense and a crew that drinks too much, fucks too loud, and knows better than to ask where the spare parts really came from.

The Driftwood has no passengers. Only crew. And —for better or for worse—you’re part of it now.

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