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[dirtyredneck]

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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[recipio]

[ He doesn't pay the broadcast much attention, but that familiar voice is what really gets him. Carl knows that grumbly voice well enough. He fumbles with his own communicator, turning the video feed on. ]

It's going to be a while. They don't really answer.

[ 'sup, Daryl. ]

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[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha keeps an eye on the broadcasts, but until Daryl says something, she doesn't pay too much attention. She knows what it's like waking up pn the Marsiva. She hadn't been in her best mood then either.

When he decides to speak up, though, she does listen and, after a moment, opts to respond.]

Don't spend answer. The people behind this? They stay behind the curtain. But if you have questions, go ahead and ask them.

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[girlverine]

[Laura is sitting cross-legged on the floor in the cargo hold of the Red Fish, dressed in a tanktop and sweat pants, when she turns her camera on. She had watched the injured, angry man prowling around via the cameras, and this was about the shouting she had expected. Not that she could help, but since she had lurked, she might as well answer.]

If you are hoping for someone who is in charge, we have never seen them.

[youdontneedapictureofme]

[Maggie recognized him but didn't recognize him. He was dirty and scarred and almost feral in his demeanor. He hadn't even been like that when they first met on her family's farm or after months of travel on the road since those days. She wished she could go to him and help him, whatever he'd been through.]

Daryl.

[Wait no. He'd asked for answers, hadn't he? Sappy reunions could wait.]

We don't really get answers from them. Not in any conventional way. They take their sweet time and even then a lot of this place is still a confusing mess.

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[onlyanapple]

You didn't even say over. That's just terrible communications etiquette.



Over.

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[passingthrough]

[She's had a down week or so with people she cares about deeply—loved—suddenly spiraling far away from their imprisonment here. Maybe it's a good thing for them, but it's not her favorite. But when she catches sight of Darryl, well... He looks like she feels. It pulls her out of her own reflection or self pity or whatever you'd call it.]

Hey. [Gentle, but not soft.]

The assholes you want don't answer. Not for anything. [Not calls made to them. Not for the crimes they commit.] At least not yet. I'm Kitty.

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[throwsdown]

[Oh, he's not in a good mood. Takeshi is gonna do the poor guy a favor and not mention that he'd known him before — he won't forget the kindness Daryl had offered him years ago, back on the Tranquility, when he showed him how to rip his sleeves to get cooler when the ship was overheating.

That isn't this Daryl, though. Or he doesn't remember. Takeshi knows how this place works.

So — he doesn't mind re-meeting him and becoming friends all over again. It's with that, that he smiles patiently over the line; he's not gonna bring up the nakedness or the scars. He kinda is used to seeing naked people after the Tranquility and back home, with everyone suiting up to battle. He's also used to scars, but he — doesn't really expect that many on him. He himself mostly just has some on his shoulder, from a gunshot — Maggie patched him up — and a few here and there that only really show in the sun.]

Um...! Um — hi! Hi, I'm Takeshi.

I'm not an asshole. I don't think. I try not to be, promise.