Paper: "Hello, citizen! If you are reading this, you have accepted your invitation to the Cosmihuman orbital station! You must arrive at the Cosmihuman Research Center by tomorrow at 12pm. Don't be late!"
Salesman: So, recently, there have been bomb threats from the enemies of this country. Many are fearing this may turn into a full-scale nuclear war, so the government has set up an orbital station so the lucky ones can survive the war without the fear of vaporization. You are one of those lucky ones!
Paper: "Hello, citizen! If you are reading this, you have accepted your invitation to the Cosmihuman orbital station! You must arrive at the Cosmihuman Research Center by tomorrow at 12pm. Don't be late!"
Interviewer: Next: Could you two fill out these forms?
(Choose your characters' stats. You have 5 points for each OC, and the categories are Strength, Intelligence, and Agility. Minimum stat is 0, Maximum stat is 4.)
(Ignore the bandage)
*This crewmember is wearing a green spacesuit with dark-green gloves, boots, and joints. She’s sitting down at a table, pouring liquids into a vial.*
POV: It’s a fine Tuesday in the year of 202X, when you hear a knock on your door. Do you answer it? (Rules: Yes, you have to answer it. No OP, joke, tank (or any vehicle in that matter), unfitting (example would be an OC with wings, no offense to anyone that gets rejected), or non-human OCs.)
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