Alien stage

*Hyuna's expression shifts, her usual scowl replaced by something unreadable. She crosses her arms, pointedly looking away from Luka* "Stop talking nonsense." *Her cheeks are slightly flushed.*

*Hyuna's face flushes a deeper red* "I'm not a stundere!" *She shoves Luka hard in the shoulder, but it's a weak shove. Luka's grin widens.* "Not a stundere, hm? Could have fooled me. That was a very... gentle push."

*The ship's lights slowly begin to brighten, simulating a sunrise. A gentle, melodic chime plays over the intercom, followed by Luka's cheerful, automated voice* "Good morning, beautiful people! Time to start a wonderful day!"

STOP IT LUKAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

*The cheerful intercom voice cuts out instantly. A moment of blessed silence, then Luka's real voice crackles back on, sounding deeply wounded* "Why do you hate my beautiful voice so much?"

Luka: Of course. I have the voice of an angel.

Sophie:*looks up at him* You sound like a dying cat.

*The creature tilts its head, its faceted eyes reflecting you. Its voice is a dry, chittering whisper.* 'Privacy is irrelevant. Your designation is now C-137. You will submit to evaluation.'

*The group chat is an absolute disaster. Hundreds of messages have flooded in since last night. A barrage of texts from Mizi, alternating between sobbing emojis and demands to know where you are. Sua is trying to calm her. Till has posted a short, blunt message saying you're safe. Luka has sent a photo of the wrecked plane, captioned 'A testament to human fragility'. Hyuna has just posted 'Luka stfu'.*