1st Gunshot;; [Video & Action]

[recipio]

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. ]

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[passingthrough]

[He doesn't recognize the woman, but she does know the boy.] Carl? [There's always a moment of wondering if she'll be remembered in return, but she never actually expects it especially when she remembers the person from the prison and not home.]

[youdontneedapictureofme]

[Maggie, for her part, is like Carl in that she also carries a makeshift weapon - a fork she nabbed from the kitchens. Upon seeing a familiar face, however, the idea that she even needs the thing becomes unnecessary. Wasting no time, Maggie throws her arms around Carl's shoulders, as if she can somehow keep him close as long as she holds onto him.]

Hey.

[Pulling back, her hands still on his shoulders, Maggie is happy but there's a serious edge still there.]

Where is everyone else? They took my weapons so I'm guessin' they got yours too.

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[ If the confusion on his face is anything to go by, this is definitely a first. ]

How do you know my name? [ He doesn't recognize her, anyway. ]

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[I guess that's a big no on the recognition which makes this extra awkward.] My name's Kitty and the truth is going to be hard to believe. But all of it is going to be hard to believe, so we have that going for us.

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[ He's relieved to see her- to see anyone. Waking up in a strange place, in space, all alone isn't high on his list of things he likes. Between the creepy, relentless music and how pristine everything is, he's been on high alert since he woke up. She hugs him and he drops the bit of ship he's holding, hugging back. ]

..Hey.

[ When he can actually look at her face, he makes sure she isn't hurt- that she's okay. She's just as clean as he is, and she smells like fresh laundry. It's.. really throwing him for a loop. Even his hat, battered and worn as it is, looked like someone had cared for it how they could.

What the fuck is happening? ]

I don't know. I haven't even seen anyone else.. [ He sighs, annoyed. ] I really liked that knife.

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[ Kitty, that just seems to be your life.. ]

I'm already in space, and there are a bunch of ships outside.. I thought that would be hard to believe. Guessin' it gets worse from there?

[ Because that's how it always works. When it rains, it pours. ]

[passingthrough]

[Seriously.]

I wasn't sure if you'd looked outside yet, but yeah, it gets worse. On the plus side, no zombies. [Sorry, man. She calls 'em like she sees 'em and when you describe people coming back from the dead to eat others even if you call them walkers or the dead it sounds like zombies to her.]

[youdontneedapictureofme]

They're good, whoever is runnin' this. Separating us and then bringing us somewhere else.

[She thinks the whole 'reality show' thing is a load of bull but hey what can she do? They are definitely not on the ground, though. She saw that much from looking out the windows.]

We can get another one.

[She smiles warmly, pushing some wayward bangs out of his eyes.]

I'm just glad you're here with me and not totally alone. At least this way we can stick together.

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[ Omg, Kitty, you can't just call them zombies!! He doesn't look as comforted by that new bit of information as he probably should. ]

There's a plus side to being kidnapped? Sounds pretty fake.

[passingthrough]

[She won't live by your oppressive naming guidelines! Or maybe she will if you don't ask her what year she's from.]

Oh, yeah, it's all going to sound fake. For starters, we've been kidnapped to be on a reality television show.

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[ There's definitely new information running around his head, but all of it is a little hard to come to grips with. They were just on the road, looking for something. Anything. Then he opened his eyes and he was here. ]

Here's hoping once we get outta here.

[ Carl offers her a quick upturn of his lips, turning his head to glance around. Still alone. ]

Yeah, me too.

[youdontneedapictureofme]

[Her wounds are still fresh on an emotional level but if she can make Carl a simple promise like a new knife then it was enough for her. They had each other. They weren't alone.]

Have you eaten? I was pokin' around the kitchen earlier.

[She holds up her fork meekly, smiling a bit.]

It's not a knife but I figured it'd work.

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[ Don't you limit him to your timeline question shenanigans! But okay he won't ask because why is that important? ]

They must be hurting for people, then. [ Why the hell would people be interested in watching a kid? ] Are there many others?

[passingthrough]

Seems like they could probably have anyone in the multiverse they want. [Should she be casually dropping "multiverse?"] I guess that means we should feel proud that they chose us. Or maybe worried for their taste.

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[ He doesn't blame her for that in the least. She's lost more than most already. Carl won't hold it against her if he doesn't get a new knife, but it's a sign to move forward from whatever this is. ]

No. Wanted to get a look around, first.

[ He gestures to his makeshift club on the ground. ] I don't know what that was. Looked easy enough to break.

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Multiverse? Wait-- I've read about something kinda like that in a book once. So.. that's a real thing? I always thought it was make-believe.

[youdontneedapictureofme]

[Wow, Carl you wasted no time in destruction of public property.]

You might want to hold onto that just in case.

[You never know - there could be walkers in space?]

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[ Desperate times call for equal measures, Maggie. Anybody who kidnaps people deserves to have their shit busted, anyway. ]

Didn't plan on letting them have it back, anyway.

[ Oh god please don't let there be space walkers.. ]

[youdontneedapictureofme]

I guess it doesn't matter in the long run.

[Just don't go breaking more stuff. Let her take the fall on that one. She wants to look out for you, silly.]

What have you found so far?

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[theroadwarrior]

Hn. You.

[It's short and sweet, but not dismissive. The bruised and mildly battered man on the end of the feed just looks curious and familiar with the sight of Carl, really. Max is absolutely terrible at making and keeping friends, and he would never say the kid came remotely close to that or to Max's dry well of trust, but he did care for Carl's pet dog after he'd vanished. That wasn't on the fleet, though. That was on a different planet, a different ship, a different situation altogether. ]

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[ Don't you limit his teenage wiles! Mostly it was just in case, so he doesn't feel the need to break anything else. ]

Nothing helpful. There's a big area with nothing but windows. Nothing but stars for miles.

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Yeah? Me.

[ While he doesn't know this guy, he seems to know Carl. Or has seen him before; which is weird...but that girl Kitty knew him, too. He has to admit, seeing someone not so pristine is a relief. Everything on the Marsiva is so tidy and empty it's unnerving. ]

[passingthrough]

You were probably reading science fiction? Well, it was the science part. But less proven and more theory in some worlds. [She waves a hand.] Meet proof.

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So there are different versions of people walking around right now? What other kinds of stuff happens around here?

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[theroadwarrior]

[Lucky you, Carl, you're graced with this majesty. Yeah, Max is pretty much the usual image you could conjure up when thinking of an apocalyptic survivor: tattered scarf, scruffy, hair a bit unkempt; it's all the signs of someone who hardly cares about his appearance and focuses more on the survival aspect of life. Too busy, too little concern for typical normality.

He hums, and it's clear he's also not much of a talker.]

You remember being on a ship before?

[You had a dog.]