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[ringleadering]

Who: Rick Grimes & You.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: On the special part of the ship for the Calibrations.
When: Until his ship placement.

[ Ever since Negan entered into his life, things were all turned upside down and nothing made any sort of sense. But his current predicament took things to a whole new level and he really didn't know what plan of action to use first. He needed a direction to go in but for any to work he first needed information. The strange communication device and the broadcast capabilities seemed his best chance at the moment.

Letting out a deep sigh, he sat down and readied himself, attempting to appear not as frantic or angry by his current situation. In the very least, the scent of blood had faded but the chill lingered as if it seeped too deeply down inside of him. Would the screams ever leave when he happened to fall asleep?

In space. Why would he ever believe in such a thing? It just couldn't be possible. ]

I've had my fill of this and I need to return to my daughter with my people. Things are - the rest of the group needs me. [ A deep sigh passed his slightly cracked lips. ] What is this place? Where am I now? There isn't any information here.

[ Sitting up straighter, he tilted his head to the side. ] What are the demands? The terms of this? [ A negotiation always existed for things and Rick had a lot of experience making them. ]

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[ Later on, he can be found trying to comb every inch of the place for clues and information. In general, making a complete mess of things. ]

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[all7seas]

[Jack's just returning from Rip's weird jellybean spear calibration memory when he spots this newcomer. The man looks a little desperate, to Jack's eyes, but that's not really anything special considering these bloody calibrations.]

A right horror show, isn't it? [he comments to Rick.] I was almost eaten by a lion today, you know; 'cept then it turned into a ring of tiny dancing girls.

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[ringleadering]

[ At the sound of a voice, Rick's head snapped up and he regarded Jack for a long moment before saying anything in return. He still didn't know if those around him were real or not. It kept unnerving him but would his mind honestly dream up the kind of man in front of him?

He'd sure hoped not. ]

If that's supposed to mean something to me, I'm not sure what it is. [ Rick let out a deep sigh. ] Do you have any clue about what is going on? [ May as well see if the man proved useful. ]

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[all7seas]

[Jack is IMMENSELY useful sometimes.]

It meant very little to myself, either, I assure you! You've been shanghai'd into the Drift Fleet, is what's going on. And right now everything's confusing and you haven't been given any celebratory pudding yet, but I'm sure they'll get that sorted soon enough.

Captain Jack Sparrow. [He says this by way of introduction.] Welcome aboard, mate.

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[ringleadering]

[ If useful meant more confusing then sure, yes, very useful. How could a lion turn into dancing little girls? He didn't prefer this ship one bit or whatever it might actually be.

Celebratory pudding? What in the hell?

Wait. CAPTAIN? ]

Is this your - vessel then? What is your objective here?

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[all7seas]

Nah, mate. I'm captain of the Black Pearl, me. Much more better than this old can. My objective here is mostly not to get killed, getting as many credits as possible, and staying as long as I can bear it, considering when I get home, I'm under dire threat of being killed and losing all of my credits. Very ugly situation.

What's your name, then?

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[itstheirworld]

[She has seen some pretty strange (potentially horrifying) things in this place thus far, so Enid has come to two conclusions: one it was best to avoid going inside new doors and two she must have been drugged to be seeing all these things in the first place.

She was resting with her back against the wall thinking the things she was seeing would stop when she saw Rick. Combing every inch of the hallway, looking at doors or doing something other. No one told her he was around so surely this was another trick coming from her imagination and something the people here did to her.]

Rick? [She stares over at him in disbelief for a moment, then shakes her head.] You can't be real. You can't actually hear me.

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[ringleadering]

[ The voice made him pause from his exploration, shudder from the constant chill working over his spine. Could it be from a more psychological reason rather than purely physical? Nothing made sense at the moment and they dealt with a lot of high pressured situations over the past few months, especially. His group in the very least, he didn't know the state of the people on the ship.

He still hadn't decided if he believed the whole ship business.

Enid.

He let out a huff of relief, walking towards her slowly just in case she faded from his view. Sometimes, his eyes and mind played cruel tricks and made him believe he saw things not truly there. ]

Enid, you alright? [ He squatted down beside her, noting the paleness to her skin. ] I'm here. Don't know how I got here but I'm here. One minute I was on that deck and the next I'm here.

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[itstheirworld]

[She was really there. The thing is that she couldn't be sure he was, even when it seemed like he noticed her and was approaching, step by step closer with the real or imaginary sound of boots on metal pavement. Her eyes just stayed on him in any case. She couldn't have been sure he was real until he spoke to her.

Directly.]

What? How- [She didn't let herself finish the silly question behind him hearing her. Pale skin turned paler or possibly just more confused with his presence.] You weren't here before. If you are, they must have nabbed you too and brought you here. If you're going to ask where this place is, I don't know either.

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[ringleadering]

[ He let out a slow breath, trying to remain the calmer one of the two, good thing he had his training to fall back on. It saved all of them a time or two in the past. ]

Wish I knew who nabbed us and what this place is. Have you tried the doors? [ There were some things a person could never unseen but then again information rested along every inch of the place. ]

Haven't decided yet what I think this place is. Can't be sure. [ A puffy of air escaped his lips. ] Can't be sure how long I've been here either.

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[itstheirworld]

[She shakes her head quickly in response, but she means yes.]

No. I don't wanna try them again. [There were some things she already seen that she didn't want to see again. Tricks. Figments of the imagination. They couldn't have been real, she told herself. It just didn't make sense to see other people's pasts like that.]

It's...designed to trap us and keep us here, I think. It could have been a prison before. They keep moving me around so it's hard to tell. [She takes a breath to steady herself for what it was worth, calm herself even, taking Rick's example. She could move to talking about something else maybe.] Heh. Can't be sure either. It's easy to lose track of time, isn't it.

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[postocular]

Dad? What are you doing here?

[ He's not supposed to be here. Not supposed to leave Judith or everyone else. Carl's glad to see his dad, but with him, Maggie, Daryl, and now Rick? That doesn't leave them in a strong spot at home. ]

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[ringleadering]

[ The sight of Carl both reassured him and troubled him all at the same time. Whatever happened managed to influence both of them. Unless, he had started to hallucinate. Either option seemed terrible in the end. ]

Carl, I wish I knew. I really wish I did. Don't even know what this place is. Are you alright? Where are you?

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[postocular]

I'm alright. We're all stuck on the same ship right now.

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[ringleadering]

Progress. Have you been seeing odd things?

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[postocular]

Odd things like what?

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[passingthrough]

[It's been a stranger-than-usual week in the fleet. Kitty's nights haven't been that restful as she finds herself playing host to showing off memories to people and going through the memories of others. She also misses her ship. As much as she enjoys being a social animal this is a bit much. Even the various X-headquarters they used never filled up this much.

She heads into the kitchen thinking coffee. Okay, she heads in thinking giant chocolate cake, but she knows she's not going to find that. She's pretty sure she can swing coffee. What she actually finds is Rick Grimes and that complete mess that was mentioned. She takes it in.]

New?

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[ringleadering]

[ With a huff of breath, Rick slammed shut another drawer with a finality echoing bouncing along the too silent walls. Before landing wherever he ended up, Rick never dealt with the quiet, usually there were too many around him or in the very least there were too many tasks to occupy his mind. What sort of thing did he have to fill the hours now? The lack of information troubled him and he needed to figure out what happened. What about the rest of his people? Were they -- no, he couldn't stand to even consider the possibility.

They were fine. They had to be.

Looking over at the sound of an approach, he nearly felt guilty for the mess but he managed to keep it from being a complete whirlwind. This time, at least. ]

That obvious? [ His lips twisted up into a half smile. ] Rick Grimes. How long you been here?

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[passingthrough]

Seemed likely. [At this point she usually knows people by sight even if she hasn't had the occasion to interact with them either in passing on the Iskaulit or by keeping an eye on the network. Still, some people slip through the cracks, so she wouldn't call it impossible.] Kitty Pryde. It's been a year and a half.

[She's met enough people from Rick's world both here and from her last abduction before it that you'd think "Rick Grimes" might mean something to her, but they aren't a chatty, forthcoming group.

She tilts her head, smiling a little.]

Hoping for a big exit sign behind the protein gel?

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[ringleadering]

[ At the moment, there weren't any alarm bells ringing about her and she didn't appear to be a threat of any kind. She also seemed real, which relieved him thanks to past experiences so far. Before arriving, he dealt with some mental issues, though, and the instability could creep up at the worst of times.

A year and a half? Where in the hell were they? ]

Long time. [ The words were drawled out with a frown tugging at his lips. ] Never found a way home, then? [ Talk about incredibly disheartening. ]

[ The tease earned a slight lip twitched and he backed off from said gel. Were they supposed to eat that? He might have tolerated squirrel in the need to survive but what looked like toothpaste had to be a hard pass. ] If only things were so easy.

[ He paused for a moment. ] What is this place?

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[passingthrough]

Not the longest, but it's up there. [Especially as other people she met at her arrival keep dropping away.]

And I'm not looking for a way home, but I haven't found a way out either. No one has, but some people disappear.

[Welcome to your new toothpaste-food way of life, Rick. At least until they get out of here and to another system where they can gather up something better. She had food stored on the Twin Roses from their last stop that's all just going bad with no one there to eat it. That will be fun to go back home to. Assuming this isn't just their new way of life, but from what everyone who has been around longer than her has said, it won't be.]

I'm guessing you don't mean the kitchen? The ship is the Marsiva. The arrangement is new.

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[dirtyredneck]

[Daryl's augment niggled at the back of his mind with all sorts of information about how to use the consoles in the ship, but largely none of it worked to get what he actually wanted. Which was a way to get into the camera feeds and see what they were recording. Maybe block them or trace the signal back. Nothing the consoles actually allowed him to do even with all that info crammed into his head.

The frustration was cut off with Rick's face appearing in front of him. He sat up and blinked, staring in confusion. Rick hadn't been there before they all got brought to the Marvisa.

Without any thought, Daryl linked up his console to respond.]

Where are you right now?

[He couldn't be far, after all.]

Gonna come find you. You in a room or one of the halls?

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[ringleadering]

[ The hunt for information halted temporarily as he looked up at Daryl, the sound of his voice nearly making Rick want to sob right there. Having his family near him meant everything and it helped him to keep them safe. If he couldn't do that, what good did he really serve any of them?

He had so much to make up for when it came to Daryl. ]

A hallway. [ His eyes swept around but it didn't really have any markings on it. ] There are a lot of doors around. [ Ones he really didn't want to venture into at the moment. ]

Be careful.

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[dirtyredneck]

Stay put.

[Daryl cut the feed and immediately started walking. There were only so many halls they had access to so it didn't take long to find Rick. Just had to check around a couple corners until he spotted the man standing in front of one of the terminals.

At that point, Daryl broke into a jog. He slowed up when he got close. Lifted his head in greeting in that way of his. And not half a heartbeat later, he dropped it and walked forward to lightly headbutt Rick in the shoulder and pull him into a hug.]

[Video -> Action]

[ringleadering]

[ With a quick nod of his head, he pocketed the device and waited for Daryl to find him. He tried to not feel too antsy while waiting but when he finally saw Daryl, his entire body nearly slumped against the wall in relief.

Together, they would be able to take on anything. He knew he always felt stronger when he had his family to soundboard things to.

Smile filling his face, he quickly wrapped his arms around Daryl, hand sliding lightly to his neck to keep him in close. The contact made him feel a little lighter and not as frantic as a few moments ago. ]

You're alright. [ The words were mumbled softly, Rick's eyes closely for a moment to bask in the familiarity. ]

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[dirtyredneck]

[Daryl holds onto Rick for a good minute before he pulls away. He sniffs a bit and wipes the tears that were leaking out so his face wouldn't get all red and look stupid. But he didn't try to hide that he was crying neither. They were tears of relief. Joy. Rick was there and the last time he'd seen him had been as the truck drove away from Alexandria.

He lifted his chin and nodded.]

Yeah. I'm good. You okay?