Lunch Rush on Starlight Station

Chef Michael is just trying to get through his shift. The kitchen smells like hot oil and recycled air. The station announcements are lying again. Something is moving in the vents, and Science has absolutely lost control of whatever they were growing. What starts as a routine lunch rush on a Space Station 13-style station spirals into an escalating nightmare of institutional incompetence, alien horror, and very bad clown decisions. This is an unpolished, immersive roleplay artifact-fast, chaotic, darkly comedic, and uninterested in heroism. Service staff are advised to remain calm.