"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE AN IMMORTAL SPACE PIRATE-" /\ Mechanisms OC RP /\ 1/?

The Mechanisms, you've heard of them, surely?
The band of immortal space pirates? Yeah, we're kinda like them. Except we aren't on there ship and therefore don't have to deal with their brand of bullshit. We have our own.
Welcome to… The Radium
I'm their captain, don't let anyone else tell you something different. I am not the cook and "glorified doctor".
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Welcome to a mechs oc rp, I've been super in the mechs recently (As I write this I'm listening to Prometheus)

Okay, so since a lot of people probably don't know about the Mechs and therefore aren't joining, The Mechanisms are a band that's whole shtick is being a band of immortal space pirates who roam the galaxy, commiting crimes and documenting stories. They have a few albums that tell these stories such as "Once upon a time, in space", "High noon over camelot", "The bifrost incident" and "Ulysses dies at dawn"
You don't need to really know anything about the mechs other than each one of them has a mechanical part that keeps them immortal.

Hey, friendo! I love the mechs, may I join?

Absoutley!!

Yay!

Should we use a template?

Ah not really, probably just a name mechanism, place on ship, etc.

Okay, cool!

Name: Adelina Delphinium/Hex
Mechanism: The Mind
Place on ship: Quartermaster

Question, what do you mean by the mind? Do you mean Camilla replaced her brain?

Yes. And that mind had a mind of it’s own, hence Hex (that happens to be a Discworld reference indeed).

It’s complicated.

Ah cool!!

It’s all very Jekyll-and-Hyde except instead of one annoying asshole, you get two!

Name: Rilen Blackthorn
Mechanism: The feet and most of their nerves
Place on ship: Cook and doctor Captain!

(Le Boop, maybe we can make this a o/o?)

Perhaps lol

Perhaps.

Mayhaps

Mayhaps indeed.

Yeah let's start this as a o/o and if anyone else wants to join we can pick them up to join our merry band

Okay!

Shall I start?

Sure!

Rad sauce, you wanna start with Rilen finding your lad?

Sure!

A ship comes cluttering down onto a planet, making a not very graceful landing. The hangar door opens and a very obviously drunk person tumbles out, barefoot and with their shirt undone and half buttoned. Oh, and cussing up a storm, I should mention that. "Motherfucking… Stupid ass… Bastard… Fucking Carmilla… Fucking ship…"

“So you too, huh?” A voice came from underneath where the ship had crashed, sounding vaguely pained and very disquieted. “Yeah, I knew her, got thrown out the airlock along with her. Very fun experience, all in all, but a bit boring to float endlessly through space for a few thousand years in the future ago.”

The figure jumped a few feet in the air, staying up there with some rockets they installed on the balls of their feet. "Son of a bitch!" They shouted, startled. "You,,, Uhhh… Need some help down there?"

“No, no, I’m fine. Hex isn’t, but I am. Good riddance, if you ask me. Fucker keeps singing All Star at unearthly hours,” she growled. “Actually, if you could pull me out… my legs will grow back eventually, you’ll see.”