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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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[ Blank book pages would do just as well as anything else. Far more than he expected to find so quickly and Enid really would be a large asset to their piecing the clues together cause. He nodded his head, lips twitching a little wider at the corners. ]

Haven't felt like an officer in some time. Feels kinda nice to be back on a job. [ It gave him a purpose in the very least and some sort of direction to go in. ] Let's go get things and find somewhere to put it all before anyone notices us millin' 'bout.

[ Looking both ways, he eased himself down the corridor, keeping a close eye on Enid the entire time. ]

Feels good you're here. [She's not saying that to flatter him. But because if he wants to play officer on the job again, she feels secure in having around. She'll help him find whatever he needs.]

Okay. I haven't seen anyone but you out here yet. [Of course she knows she may be speaking too soon yet.

In any case, she's not standing there to be left behind. She follows just short of being at his side and being too far behind.]

[ Being more proactive settled some of his nerves but he wouldn't feel much better until they found answers. There were too many unknown variables and such things were a death sentence.

Arriving at the area, Rick went in first to check things over before he motioned for Enid to follow.

Grabbing for the books he started ripping out the blank pages. ]

We gotta hope no one comes lookin'.

[She can't say she feels better or safer being mobile than when she was sitting in one place given their captors could erase their memories, however maybe, just maybe she thought she could trust in Rick to deter many of the variables.

Enid is fine letting him check first, but not fine with standing back too far. She only waits a second or two before following slowly in. Helping with the books when she reaches them.]

And what about Carl, Maggie, and Daryl? Do we look for them after? [With the pages she rips out from the books, she starts to make a pile with them on one of the shelves.]

[ More than anything else, they needed to figure out as much information as they could before worse things happened. He knew how quickly matters went south and they needed to be prepared for every single variable. To do this, they first needed a foundation to go from.

Looking over at Enid, he nodded his head quickly. ]

Yeah, we need to find them and bring 'em here. We can all share what we know and create a better picture. [ Plus, they needed to make sure they were all safe for now. ]

[She rips a couple more pages out from a book before pausing momentarily, looking back to Rick.]

When do we do that? [She saw he was the man with the plan, after all. Mostly because she was curious how much paper was enough and concerned about her new unaccounted family members.]

[ Gathering up the pages, he put them into a neat pile, noting how they needed to find something to write with and some kind of tape. Falling back into police work mode relieved him more than he thought it would. It nearly felt like stepping back in time. ]

We can right now, if ya want. [ He saw the worry on her as clear as day and knew they needed to bring in the rest of their family to the plans. ]

[Subconsciously, she is aware they need a writing instrument and some tape to piece the paper all together, but she has no other ideas to offer on where to find them. It felt good being part of their little detective team though. Safe.

Enid waits until he gathers all the paper before she nods. A simple affirmation that she wants to go find them.]

[ Gathering everything up, Rick made his way back to the entrance of their room, taking care to look both ways before he shifted into the corridor. He paused to give Enid time to creep out too, knowing they really needed to find their group to fill them in on the plan. Information mattered and they all needed to formulate possible plans together with one another. It could be the difference between finding a way back home or being stuck in their new surroundings. ]

When's the last time you saw them?

[Following his lead, Enid stops and starts through the unknown halls as Rick stops and starts. She takes the time to note the names on the doors they pass in case any are as recognizable to her as Carl's was. Maggie's and Daryl's doors had to be around somewhere too.

She gingerly turns her attention back to Rick at his question. It was not a question she had the best answer to.]

In person? It was when we were home. [A breath out] But Carl was in that room. The one with his name on it. [The reminder of her haven't actually seen them and not knowing where they were now visibly wears on her outer expression more.]

[ There were too many unknown factors concerning the rooms and while Rick wanted more information, he felt uneasy about the doors all the same. What were the purpose of them and were their rooms for everyone? Did they have rooms or were they still too new to participate?

By what Enid expressed, they displayed memories or something of the sort. Like a film projection, maybe? Emotional manipulation lingered far long than anything physical. ]

We'll find 'em, Enid. We always find each other. [ No matter what horrors were thrown their way, they always managed to fall back in line with one another. ]

Do ya think Carl is still in there?

[There was more she knew, but she wasn't saying it. Some of the memories she'd seen were too frightening to willingly recall after his confirmation that the first one about the girl coming out of the barn was real...]

That's not always true. [She answers in a smaller voice. She didn't want to be a downer but the memories she saw and the uncertain reality of this place let plenty to strike down the hope in her. She amends quickly enough with a nod.] But I hope we do.

[And gives another nod for his question.] He didn't want to leave.

[ The words were nearly like a twisted knife in his gut, reminding him yet again of all the times he failed and arrived just a little too late or made the wrong call. The group depended on him to be better but sometimes he fell short of living up to the nearly impossible expectations. Letting out a breath, he nodded his head, nearly to himself. ]

We've lost people. Good people. But those of us who remain, we always find a way to come together somehow. We've beat impossible odds before. [ He tried to give a tiny smile. ] We'll beat 'em again.

[ Carl being trapped in some room bothered him more than anything else so far. ] Did he look like a hostage there?

I hope you're right. [Enid stares at him long enough before actually saying that. Because more than anything she wants him to be right.

Even though she is still following behind him, she makes a note of the names going in reverse alphabetical order and she gestures to where the door is when they get closer. Before that, she answers him with the shake of her head.]

It didn't seem that way. But he didn't seem like himself...

[ Seeing a room with Carl's name on it made Rick's heart sink right down to the floor to splat messily at his feet. No matter how hard he tried, it always seemed like Carl landed in some sort of danger. How much until their luck finally ran out? Sucking in a breath, he let it out as his fingertips reached out to run across the name plate.

Carl Grimes.

It haunted him already and he hadn't even turned the knob to step inside. Looking over at Enid, he tried to decide if leaving her behind would be a good idea or not. Would she be safer outside of the room or in it? ]

I've got to go in there, Enid. Will ya be okay out here?

[There it was. The room that shared with her the memories she should have not seen. Enid takes a breath approaching it to wave her hand at the name plate seconds before she's sure Rick even sees it.

Then she takes a step back. Two. Three. She's shown him where it is and now she's keeping her distance.]

I'll be okay... Just be careful.

[She will happily, less than happily wait.]

[ Steeling every nerve he has within him, Rick nodded his head. Leaving Enid behind made him feel a little uncomfortable but they needed to know the deal about Carl all the same. It left him an impossible situation but he dealt with plenty of those in the past. Sometimes, there were only wrong choices to make.

Ready as he'll ever be, Rick turned the doorknob and stepped inside. ]

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