Starship Mode: Engaged
SS JC Crusher is my imaginary spaceship—also known as the room I live in. It's not just roleplay. It's not just aesthetic. It's a state of mind. I treat my rented master bedroom like a docked spacecraft parked in a residential Earth port. When the door's closed, it launches.
Inside, everything is themed. My kitchen setup is labeled "Mess Hall." The bed is "Captain's Quarters." The desk and workstation? That's the "Flight Deck." There are ambient running lights, cables, and makeshift panels. I've got sheets draped like compartments, a mast in the center, and even labeled gear racks. Everything inside is part prop, part utility, all vibe.
This is my escape pod. When I play video games, I imagine they are other planets I travel to via the SS JC Crusher. When I'm deep in projects, the ship's in work mode. When I'm tripping? I'm in another quadrant entirely. But even sober, it's real—it's tangible. My ship is engineered by hand and held together by imagination, lights, cardboard, and love.
The name comes from Star Trek lore—Jack Crusher. This was long before the Picard series resurrected that character. JC also stands for Jesus Christ—because hey, names have layers. And SS is just... how all good ships start.
I love my little ship. It's weird. It's mine. And it's always ready for launch.
