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Daryl Dixon ([personal profile] dirtyredneck) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2017-05-22 08:12 pm

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Who: Daryl Dixon
Broadcast: Unfiltered Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva if anyone else is on it just yet (he's alone isn't he?)
When: Today

[The subject of this post obviously doesn't know he's being recorded. This is the Marsiva being all nice and broadcasting it's latest arrival's first steps in his new world for all the universe to see.

He's first shown wearing nothing but a frumpy, sweatsuit that's seen many, many, many better days (even with the cleaning that had happened) marked with an "A" on the front. His hair is in his face, dirty and greasy and it looks like it hadn't been washed in weeks. It hides his identity for the time being as he shuffles around the medical bay, quietly exploring his surroundings. He's rubbing at his right side, just below the shoulder, on his chest.

Every so often he reaches out to brush fingers lightly over a surface or an item as he moves out of the medical bay and into the main living quarters where he'll be for the week. Though he doesn't quite know that yet, of course. He keeps shuffling along until he reaches the bunks and lockers. He opens one to find clothing in his size.

The camera doesn't pan away as he shucks his sweatsuit - under which he's wearing nothing - and the scars littering his back are visible for all to see. A mess of parallel lines scattered across every inch of skin and interrupting the tattoo on the right half (a pair of what could be angels or could be demons, hard to tell). It's not visible for long, because he's quick to pulls on the offered briefs and undershirt. The jumpsuit comes next and it being sleeveless is a blessing to him because he prefers the sleeveless life. But in terms of viewership, it allows his nicely muscled arms to remain seen. Once more his fingers stray to his right side, just below his shoulder, on his chest. Like he expects something to be there that isn't.

He apparently has a thing against shoes because he doesn't pull any on as he turns back around, front to whatever camera was trained on him. Finally lifts his head enough for his face to be seen before he starts looking around for a communications array.

It's only when he gets to a console and brings up the menu that the video switches to a close up shot of his face. Exactly what one would expect from a ship to ship video feed.]


Alright, asshole, I'm pulling up the 'appropriate communication channels' so get your ass over here and answer me.

[The words came out as a low, annoyed grumble that didn't have much force to it. Apparently the silence of the feed up to that point had been intentional.]
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[personal profile] recipio 2017-05-23 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sure, he's doing what he needs to get in contact with their 'benevolent' overseers. Doesn't mean they're going to. The last time they made their presence known, people trying to help them were obliterated. Supposedly.

Carl leans back, and if Daryl pays attention, he'll see the backdrop of a small bedroom, though it's fairly bare. He's not collected much by way of decoration just yet.

Gross, Daryl. Gross. ]


Maggie's here, too. I'm sure she'll call you, we kinda hoped nobody else showed up.

[ Because they already have too much shit to deal with. ]
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[personal profile] recipio 2017-05-23 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's been a long time since he's seen that particular expression on Daryl's face, and it's never been directed at him. Even though space is separating them and this is through their communicators, it doesn't feel any better. The yelling? Even worse.

Carl doesn't know how the hell the situation even got to this point, but it doesn't seem like he can fix it. But dammit, he's going to try. ]


Daryl, what--

[ He can't really seem to find the words that he should say. What does Daryl think is happening? ]
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[personal profile] recipio 2017-05-23 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Using his face? So, he thinks the Atroma are screwing with him. They do have access to their head, but there's no way they could do that, right? So far, there isn't evidence of that. ]

Maggie is here! Why would I lie to you?! [ He's more insistent, needing Daryl to see that this is real. ]
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[personal profile] recipio 2017-05-24 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Carl sighs, his shoulders sagging. ] I don't know what to do to convince you that I'm not.

Once you get to leave, I'm on the Red Fish.

[ Probably not a good move considering Daryl's mood and his belief that this is all deceit. That he's not real. ]

I don't know what happened. Something obviously did.