Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
oh hey i know this guy
[ID: A full body drawing of Doug Eiffel from the podcast Wolf 359. He wears a pale green jacket and a brown hoodie. Cigarettes float out of his pocket. His left hand is positioned in a peace sign while his right hand is in his pocket. He has light skin and has brown hair and stubble. He wears brown sweatpants and pale green socks. He is smiling. The background is grey and a red semicircle with grey lines through it is positioned behind his head. There is an arrow pointing towards him accompanied by the words “about to do something incredibly stupid.” /end ID]
there's an elite type of character and it can be described as 'this person is powerful and competent in their area of expertise' meets 'too bad they're an idiot'
Commander Lovelace is having one of those few good days on the Hephaestus when Hera tells her that something’s docked at the airlock five
The crew scrambles, something they’ve been getting better at recently.
Those with firearms training head to the armory while Victoire and Kwan and Selberg go to the airlock where Lovelace knows they’ll be doing whatever they can to figure out what’s happening. In under three minutes the entire crew of the Hephaestus is gathered outside airlock five, mostly armed and entirely ready for a fight.
Hera can’t communicate with whatever’s on the craft but she can tell that there’s only one life form on board. Lovelace’s choice is either to let what just docked into the station, or to leave it hanging onto them like a leach on their oxygen.
Throughout her time on the Hephaestus Lovelace has grown to hate unknowns. They always lead to someone dying. It means that they have to deal with whatever’s clinging to them before they’re in the middle of the next emergency. Lovelace tells Hera to open the airlock.
Instead of aliens or monsters, what comes through the airlock is a man. He looks exhausted. His cheeks are sunken in and one arm is wrapped around his waist in an attempt to hold together what he can. His other hand holds a gun, shaking.
For a moment he looks confused, like he’s expecting people other than Lovelace’s crew to be there. Then his eyes lock onto Selberg and his expression turns murderous.
“You.” he rasps.
Lovelace lets herself look away from the stranger and at Selberg for a millisecond, it’s all she needs. Selberg looks scared. He looks terrified. The man that Lovelace can barely get to listen to her is stood, staring in abject horror at a man who’s barely holding himself upright.
“No.” Selberg whispers, eyes wide. “No, you died. I watched you die.”
“Really Doc?” says the man through gritted teeth, “I thought the whole point was that I wouldn’t be able to do that any more.”
And then his eyes start to glow.
Well, Lovelace thinks, cocking her gun as Selberg drops in a dead faint, maybe it is an alien.
Wearing a Texas t-shirt that I bought at a Bucee's in Houston and eating stuffed crust Hawaiian pizza with extra pineapple: this one's for you, Doug Eiffel <3
I only have the finale episode of Wolf 359 left and I don’t know if it will have a happy ending or not and I’m a bit afraid to listen to it. I hope Eiffel makes it home to his little girl...
Beautiful moodboard, by the way. It really captures that loneliness and guilt that underlies all the space drama and humor. Or, to put it in the modern parlance, this hits me in the feels.
wolf 359 aesthetics- doug eiffel and anne garcía for @whoopsiedaisiedoo, @remembersunflowers, and @mossylog5
(requests are open)
Communications Officer Douglas Eiffel is a complete and utter fool, but at least he respects women.