driftfleet | [video]

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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Well, I can't just name you. You're not a pet.

So don't.

I'm not sure "hey you" is better. I guess I could give you a codename. I've been told I'm not the best at it, but I was a teenager when I picked mine and it's fine.

Don't gotta call me nothin'.

[She looks at him thoughtfully for a moment before speaking again.]

What do you want to know about this place?

[He shakes his head and shrugs.]

Nothin'. Just wanna wake up. Get it over with.

Do you usually have dreams like this? That feel this real? That involve people you've never seen before? That take place on a space ship? Unless space ships are normal to you in which case fill in the blank with whatever isn't normal.

Thought that was how most dreams were. You're someplace shitty you ain't never been, you see faces you know, some you don't, and it feels pretty damn real at the time.

Can be. But I'm not your dream. I'm Kitty Pryde. I have a life. Friends. Cravings for rocky road ice cream I haven't satisfied since the prison. And nightmares of my own.

And you're not going to just wake up from this. You're going to have to make those choices and deal with what comes of them.

[Daryl didn't need his own head telling him to make choices. He already had. Insisting she weren't a dream was new, but accepting this as reality wasn't gonna happen any time soon, either.

Interesting she mention the Prison though. He didn't remember any ice cream there, but maybe she'd been a face from Woodbury. Heard they'd had the means to make ice cream still before it all got destroyed.

He huffed out some air and shook his head. He was getting tired of this run-around and she weren't the only face trying to convince him of this shit.]

Whatever.

[Funny how things overlap like that. Of course her prison was an underwater city protected by a dome complete with a beach, arcade, and bowling alley. Also, sometimes dinosaurs because why not?]

Where are you from?

Georgia.

[Because that was where he was from. Even if he was now 'from' Alexandria. Georgia's where he'd been all his life right up until a few months ago. Hard to think of himself as from anywhere else with all that stacked up behind him.]

Chicago. [Easier than saying Deerfield or saying it's been culled twice now or that she's been near Seattle lately. That was over two years ago. Maybe a lot more than two considering time was different in the prison. But that childhood home will always be home.]

I think I've been to Atlanta before. I've been a lot of places.

A lotta people been to Atlanta. And it's a shit place to be. Better to be somewhere else.

Then we're both in luck because we're pretty far from Atlanta now. Not that we know exactly where we are in relation to Earth assuming there is an Earth in this reality.

[Daryl side-eyes the screen. He hated this thing his head was doing in trying to convince him all this was real.

His expression turned into a scowl and he curled up again, legs to his chest and arms around his knees. One thumb at his mouth so he could chew the skin around his nail.]

Whatever.

I feel you're very impressed with me and super convinced about your circumstances. [She feels the opposite. It's okay. She's paying attention.] It's okay. Doubt can be good. Healthy. Just don't let it shut you down.

I don't need that pep talk bullshit.

[Daryl's lip curled and lifted his chin as if he could intimidate her through the video feed on strength of anger alone.]

Leave me the hell alone.

You called me. [Intimidation? Please, she used to talk back to Magneto and no one did that. Okay, she was still intimidated when she did it. Just too stubborn to stop and fully out of anything to lose. At least that's how it felt.]

Okay, not directly, but still... [But she isn't actually here to make things harder for this guy, so if she's making him angry she can take a hint. Or the eighth or ninth hint, whatever they're on now.]

I'll go if you want. I'll be around when you realize this dream slash hallucination slash whatever else you're thinking it is doesn't go away.

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