video | falling out of reach

[worn_wings]

Who: Daryl Dixon
Broadcast: yes, very grumpily
Action: on the Tourist if you want him
When: Shortly after the boxes get popped, early in the drifting, 9/12-ish?

[ Generally speaking Daryl doesn't do broadcasts, if at all avoidable. He's not the chatty type, and he doesn't trust the prospect of an audience.

But everyone's got their limits, and he needs answers. ]

This ship broken or what?

[ He doesn't appear upside-down... except that above him is the floor of his room on the Tourist, and his hair's kind of... floating. So, okay, he's just holding the camera the right way while hanging somewhere near the ceiling.

It's unnerving, which means he looks pretty ticked off. ]


[ooc; he'll just be anti-grav for a couple of days, but feel free to use this for any later September shenanigans too~ ]

Comments

[postocular]

Hey, it's not that bad. At least there's food?

[worn_wings]

If I can get there. [ He huffs, annoyed. ]

[postocular]

I could bring something to you?

[worn_wings]

Nah.

[ He's not prone to nausea but... well, why push his luck. ]

You all right on yours?

[postocular]

I'm not floating, if that's what you mean.

[worn_wings]

Halfway.

[ Not floating is a good start, but he says all right and he means all right. ]

[postocular]

[ Carl huffs, glancing away from the communicator before pulling his hat off, revealing a pair of very fluffy cat ears. ]

Yeah. halfway.

[worn_wings]

[ If it's any comfort, Daryl doesn't laugh. He's quite thoroughly and literally dumbstruck, just staring at.... wow. What the actual fuck. ]

[postocular]

Yeah, so that's where I'm at right now? Though, all things considered? I'll take it over other bad shit that could have happened.

[worn_wings]

I mean...

[ whaaaaaaaaat. ]

I guess... it ain't so bad?

[postocular]

At least I'm not stuck in zero gravity?

[ Those ears flick, which is even weirder to feel than it looks. ]

[worn_wings]

You wanna trade?

[ Not that he wants cat ears, mind, but... well, putting on a hat won't stop him floating. Just sayin, kid. ]

[postocular]

Would if I could.

[worn_wings]

Yeah?

[ caaaarl you're crazy ]

[postocular]

[ He's also a teenager who's had to learn to adapt on the fly, so he could handle it. ]

Sure, why not. Buuut, since I can't, need some help?

[worn_wings]

You ever have to do this before?

[ Carl's been in space, maybe he knows the tricks. ]

[postocular]

Not really, no, but we can figure something out.

[worn_wings]

Got any ideas?

[postocular]

[ Carl offers him a cheeky grin. ]

Seat belt?

[worn_wings]

Fine as long as I wanna stare at this wall.

[ he can just plan to not move or eat or do anything till this is over, right? ]</ small>

[postocular]

Can you treat it kind of like an astronaut? Use the wall to push yourself off to kind of get around?

[ As he talks, Carl puts his hat back on and moves toward the shuttles so he can go help Daryl figure this out. ]

[worn_wings]

Kinda. 's like swimmin' with a stomach virus.

[postocular]

Is it the floating or the balance that makes you feel kinda sick? Ever go to the carnival?

[ Not long into their conversation, he gets to Daryl's ship and makes his way to his room. Daryl may recognize the scenery passing behind Carl if he's not too busy trying to keep his lunch. ]

[worn_wings]

Just kinda the whole... thing.

[ yeah, he's not paying much attention to that. He's not actively queasy, but that's partly because he's working to stay still. ]

[postocular]

[ Well, when he gets to Daryl's room, he lets himself in. He can't help the quick bark of laughter which he covers up with a hand. ]

Sorry.