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driftfleet2016-10-29 12:04 am
recipio) wrote in driftfleet2016-10-29 12:04 am
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1st Gunshot;; [Video & Action]
Who: Carl Grimes & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva & Red Fish
When: 10/28
The Marsiva
[ The broadcast opens up with a loud, echoed thump, followed by video at a strange angle. The camera faces the bottom of a bunk in the Hospitality Deck. A pair of legs swings over the side, feet touching the ground. After a moment, the communicator is picked up with another few seconds of noise and a young face comes into view. After a moment, the feed cuts of.
It comes back a few moments later from one of the other cameras aboard the ship. Carl is walking cautiously down the hall, his back to the wall and a broken piece of something in his hands. (Sorry, Marsiva.) It’s clear he’s expecting an attack from somewhere. Rounding the corner, he drops the broken piece of ship and the video picks up another person- a woman. ]
Maggie? [ Aw, hey, it looks like they know each other! The fans are going to like that, right? ]
The Red Fish;; Post-Shuffle
[ What up, Red Fish? You just acquired someone with a maintenance augment! Hey, that supply closet wasn’t there before, was it? How about those nifty little space roombas? Nice. Carl is still trying to adjust to this crazy new place after being in the walker-fied shitfest that has been his life has been the past two years. It’s weird being around unfamiliar people in an unfamiliar place- space aside. How is everyone okay with being kidnapped, going about normal business?
He just doesn’t get it.
Come meet the strange kid in the sheriff hat that’s stuck with you. Carl can be found in various spots on the Red Fish: the bunks, as empty as they are, it’s odd having his own room, but the bed is comfy enough, and the blankets are clean. The kitchen, investigating that weird protein and drink machine or chowing down on that weird congratulatory ‘pudding’. Shut up, it’s not...terrible. He can probably even be found roaming the halls, trying to get used to the ship. It’s not really working too well. Being cooped up like this is definitely new, and he misses fresh air already. ]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva & Red Fish
When: 10/28
The Marsiva
[ The broadcast opens up with a loud, echoed thump, followed by video at a strange angle. The camera faces the bottom of a bunk in the Hospitality Deck. A pair of legs swings over the side, feet touching the ground. After a moment, the communicator is picked up with another few seconds of noise and a young face comes into view. After a moment, the feed cuts of.
It comes back a few moments later from one of the other cameras aboard the ship. Carl is walking cautiously down the hall, his back to the wall and a broken piece of something in his hands. (Sorry, Marsiva.) It’s clear he’s expecting an attack from somewhere. Rounding the corner, he drops the broken piece of ship and the video picks up another person- a woman. ]
Maggie? [ Aw, hey, it looks like they know each other! The fans are going to like that, right? ]
The Red Fish;; Post-Shuffle
[ What up, Red Fish? You just acquired someone with a maintenance augment! Hey, that supply closet wasn’t there before, was it? How about those nifty little space roombas? Nice. Carl is still trying to adjust to this crazy new place after being in the walker-fied shitfest that has been his life has been the past two years. It’s weird being around unfamiliar people in an unfamiliar place- space aside. How is everyone okay with being kidnapped, going about normal business?
He just doesn’t get it.
Come meet the strange kid in the sheriff hat that’s stuck with you. Carl can be found in various spots on the Red Fish: the bunks, as empty as they are, it’s odd having his own room, but the bed is comfy enough, and the blankets are clean. The kitchen, investigating that weird protein and drink machine or chowing down on that weird congratulatory ‘pudding’. Shut up, it’s not...terrible. He can probably even be found roaming the halls, trying to get used to the ship. It’s not really working too well. Being cooped up like this is definitely new, and he misses fresh air already. ]
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[Sticking her hand in the box, she grabs a handful and sets them on the counter beside her own bowl of food.]
Wonder if their dessert is just as weird. Find any in those machines?
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[ He uses one of the crackers as a scoop for his weird meal. It's not the worst thing they've probably eaten. ]
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[She laughs a bit, shaking her head.]
I mean- this tastes normal enough but I don't know if I want to trust an almost-reese's cup.
[Also, yes. This is definitely not the worst thing they've eaten. Waaaay better than eating Daryl's home cooking. By miles.]
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[ Does mind over matter really work when the consistency is just wrong? ]
I'm kinda gonna miss the occasional stale candy. At least it was the real stuff.
[ He can get used to food being constantly available, though. That's a new concept. ]
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Probably. Never thought I'd complain about food before - stale or no.
[There were times that food was incredibly hard to come by, but they made do with what they could. Above all - Carl and Judith ate before any of them. That had always been certain. They were kids, after all.]
I wonder if someone's found a way to make it less weird and more edible. Maybe we can ask.
[When they got through that whole 'we don't trust anyone' hurdle.]
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[ He offers his own bowl of protein so she can try it herself. ]
Yeah, maybe. Bound to be something else, right?
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This is supposed to be chicken?
[It smelled like chicken but it didn't look like chicken. Would it even taste right?]
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[ It's not bad, though he'd prefer the real thing. Probably on-par with canned as far as flavor, though not in consistency. Hopefully they'd get access to actual food later on. ]