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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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[ Carl traveled to other planets without asking him first if he could? Carl should feel lucky Rick still felt too out of sorts at the moment. ]

You can show 'em to me sometime. [ He looked around with a deep sigh passing from his lips. ] In that place with everyone else. In a corridor right now. Where're you?

Hang on.

[ There's the sound of fumbling with the communicator, then the feed shuts off. His dad is in a corridor where everyone else is. It's easy enough to pinpoint where that is since they're all pretty much stationed in two long hallways.

As soon as he sees Rick, he feels relieved. It's not some weird trick and not in his head. His dad really is here. Maybe this is a sign that more of their family will show up. Carl approaches him quickly, wrapping his arms around Rick's middle. He really missed him. ]

Hey, dad..

[ It took all his willpower to not become panicky when he lost sight of Carl but the feeling soon evaporated. Sliding his arms around his son, his hand lightly gripped onto Carl's neck to keep him close. At least one thing felt right in the confusion situation. If only, he could have Judy in his arms again and the rest of their family. ]

Carl. [ He gave him another squeeze before leaning Carl back to look him over. ] You keepin' out of trouble? We need to talk 'bout anythin'?

[ His head tips forward to rest on Rick's shoulder for just a minute, letting out a sigh. Carl looks him in the eye when he's pulled away, offering a shrug. ]

Not really a whole lot of trouble to have. All being on the same ship is new, though..

How many ships are there?

[ The never-ending quest to try and piece everything together in his mind. If he had a general layout, he could decide what to try and uncover first. ]

Do you know why everyone is here yet?

About fifteen or sixteen?

I don't know. I guess this happened once before, but it was just as weird. There's some sort of countdown in one of the main areas.

Countdown for what? Has anything happened to you?

I dunno.. that's the thing. [ He shakes his head. ] Not that I've noticed.

Entire time you've been here it's like nothin' happened? That doesn't make sense.

The countdown board says something about 'calibrations', but I don't know what that's supposed to mean.

[ It doesn't sound good, any anyone else he's talked to was unsure. ]

Other than that? We've all just been on the same ship.

Got to be somethin' done here. Does it happen a lot? People movin' ships?

Yeah? Not really like this. Nobody ever goes from their ship back to the Marsiva.

There's got to be a reason for it or why all the effort? Just gotta figure out what that is.

'Because they can' is the reason I hear a lot.

There's always a purpose. We've just got to figure it out.

You're probably right.

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