driftfleet | Red Fish Mingle

A;; Repairing All The Things
[ Their ship managed to get out of the line of fire, but not before taking some hits of her own- which means some of their systems have gone down, including Communications. It's annoying and a little worrying, because there's no telling who was hit and how bad it is. They can only wait it out until it gets fixed and they can check in. Carl has one of the access panels in the hallway opened, an open toolkit and his hat on the floor next to him. Fiddling with some wires, the lights flicker, then burn a little brighter. That's one thing fixed.

And then the lights go out in the hallway. Extricating himself from the panel, he growls in frustration, grinding the heel of his hand into his forehead. ]

Dammit. [ Fishing through his toolkit, he pulls out a flashlight. ] Hey, could you hold this for me?

B;; Vieziri Attack
[ It would be nice if this were the first time the Red Fish has been boarded, but even if they're not completely prepared, it's nothing they can't weather. Cannibals are a new thing, though. Well..here, at least. He's dealt with cannibals once before. Carl was busy trying to repair one of the electrical panels when they were docked and the sound echoed through the halls. It's luck that he happened to be able to get quietly to the armory before they swept through. Which is where he's stationed himself. Like hell are their attackers going to get any of their weapons. Crouching behind some boxes, he opens a hail of fire on anyone clearly out for blood. Stay out of the way of this little psycho and help him out, these assholes are tough! ]

C;; Checking In
[ The raiders are gone and the other ships are back in orbit in several states of disrepair. They're up, at least. It's the perfect time to make sure the crew is here and in one piece. Some of them may have been stuck on the planet or on other ships. Carl will come check in, knocking on the doorway to wherever your character happens to be to announce his presence. ]

Hey. Glad you're in one piece.

D;; Wildcard
[ Hit him up for something else! ]

[ After the battle and everything that's come with it Leilani is beyond exhausted; her hand is burning, her heart hurts, she's tired and her mana is drained... She's a little bit surprised that she's even capable of moving right now. Every move she makes inspires protest in her body and she groan as she flops down beside Carl, stretching her arms out and scoffing a quiet noise. ]

How are you, da'len?

[ She genuinely wants to know, tilting her head to watch him, offering a small, fond smile. She hasn't checked in with her ship too much - too busy being adventurous on the planet itself, unfortunately - but she's making the effort now. ]

[ Carl is in his room taking a little down time between trying to get everything fixed. Honestly, he just needed a small break, he'd been staring at wires too long his vision was starting to get fuzzy. His door opens and almost immediately there is an elf in his room.

..And then flopped next to him on his bed, making the springs squeak. He closes his comic book and looks down at her and offers his own, relieved smile. He's really glad to see her, had been worried about her the entire time she was gone, but happy she wasn't on the ship when it was boarded. ]

I'm okay, Leilani. [ That smile turns into a frown as he looks over her face for visible injury. ] Are you?

[ It's nice to see someone she sort of recognises - since their first meeting she had seen Carl around, of course, and spoken with him briefly, but most of her time had been spent with people from Thedas and then down with the cannibals. She knows which she'd prefer, though, and her expression softens as she watches Carl greet her.

He looks fine, she thinks, so she doesn't have the urge to press him for more details. If he tells her he's okay then she is going to put her trust in that - but her hand does raise to touch his cheek gently, turning him to look at her, letting her inspect him just a little. It's a Keeper's instinct, and she barely realises she's doing it before her hand is dropping back down. ]

I am tired, but I'm alive. [ And she's proud of that! ] I will be better after a good night of sleep.

[ He's fine, really. Maybe he's got a few bruises, but that's to be expected, and besides that, he's tough. He's been through a lot worse than some assholes trying to kidnap them for nefarious things. They handled it and the Vieziri didn't get to their armory. Carl's eye meets hers, and he gives her another reassuring smile. ]

Alive is a good thing to be.

[ Leaning in, Leilani touches her forehead to his, gentle and careful, lifting her hand to stroke through the back of his hair. It's a sisterly tenderness that comes without her thinking about it; it comes because it is part of being part of a clan, part of a group that takes care of one another, and that is what the fleet is. She is not ignorant of her own twisted emotions. ]

It is. [ She smiles, leaning back. ] You should take care to rest.

[ It's a closeness he's missed since everyone was picked off one by one. Maggie had gone first, and she'd been there with him since the beginning, so that was a hard blow. Daryl hadn't really warmed up to him, but he was still family, and he hadn't understood at the time what the man had been through to make him so cagey. Then his dad.. Sitting there at his bedside as much as he could for two months, hoping one day he'd wake up only for him to disappear. Carl thinks maybe that's better, because at least it's less painful and doesn't make him feel like he's twelve again, hoping a miracle would happen and his dad would wake up.

Carl huffs, raising his hand to touch lightly on the back of hers. Even though they haven't known each other long, he's done the dangerous thing and gotten attached. She reminds him so much of people he's lost in his life, that it's like having everyone back again in one body. ]

's what I'm doing. At least for a while. I still have to get everything else fixed.

[ It is difficult, to lose the ones you love - and Leilani has felt that time and time again. Separated from her clan, she had rebuilt her family with members of the Inquisition, gathering them around her as a rag-tag family of different people, minds and ideas, all come together to try and help save the world. As time went on, however, they had begun to drift away - back to their own lands, their own people, their own lives. Some had abandoned her forever. It wasn't easy, letting people slip away, but sometimes there wasn't a choice.

Her expression softens and she nods her head, letting her eyes run over him to check for wounds. There doesn't seem to be anything too serious, and that makes some of her tension bleed away into something almost relaxed. ]

When was the last time you slept properly?

[ He has to think about that question probably longer than he should. What does proper sleep even look like anymore? He's so used to having to fall asleep where he can and waking up at suspicious noises that it almost seems foreign. It's been a little easier since joining the fleet, but the past few months haven't been great. Carl looks away from her briefly before meeting her eyes again. ]

I sleep okay most of the time.

That did not answer my question, da'len.

[ Most of the time is not often enough, in her opinion, and she frowns a little. The fact that he looks away from her is enough to betray it as far as she's concerned and she shakes her head, leaning back to rest herself on the wall and watch him. She doesn't want to command him, or act as though she is somehow superior in some way - but she is concerned. She knows how it is to live without much sleep, after all. ]

You could take the time now.

No, I guess it didn't.

[ There's not really a reason for him not to. He trusts Leilani, and there's no threat for incoming, well, anything. It takes him a long moment to think about it before he nods and moves down the bed so he can lay down. His hat comes off, and he tosses it onto the desk. ]

Maybe for a little while?

[ Leilani watches him, fond for a moment, before she nods her head. All she does is settle a little so there's space for him, but not so that she's too far away. ]

I can wake you, if you like.

It's okay. It probably won't be for long.

[ Carl drops off fairly quickly, after that. After spending so long moving around and not knowing when they'd have to do it again, it was habit. He's always been good about being able to catch sleep where he could, though it was easier next to Judith. He still misses his sister terribly. ]

[Velvet has literally no idea how to use a gun or any of the weaponry in the armory. Fortunately she doesn't need any of it. Superhuman strength and speed means that she can handle physically fighting off multiple enemies pretty efficiently. A lot of shanking is happening. She's going to have a mess to clean up after this.

Though at one point she does have to unbind her left arm and reveal her giant claw which she uses to catch one of the intruders as he tries to get by her, before literally throwing him against the wall farthest away from the armory.

Then she glances over her shoulder, toward Carl.]

You okay in there?

Yeah, I'm okay.

[ He pauses to reload a magazine before raising the gun to give Velvet some suppressive fire. Not that she needs it with her claw or her strength, but he has her back all the same. ]

You? I'm not sure about everyone else, either.

Yeah, I'm good. I've dealt with worse than this.

[Though this is the first time she's ever been in a battle with bullets flying, actually, but she's pretty much just treating it like every other battle she's been in.]

[ Sometimes it's a 'fly by the seat of your pants and don't get shot' kind of atmosphere. Particularly right now when there are assholes shoving their way onto the ship. That's their first mistake. ]

I'll cover you.

Red Fish Mingle

Carl Grimes || OTA

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