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

[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.

[worn_wings]

You better watch it, Sylvester.

[ this is not as threatening as it sounds because a) cartoon cats, really Daryl? and b) he is uselessly drifting near the ceiling. ]

[postocular]

Yeah, okay, Tweety.

[ Really, Daryl? Whatever, he'll go along with it, he knows the reference at least. ]

Here, gimme your hand. [ He holds out his own toward Daryl. The least he can do is try to pull the guy around, right? ]

[worn_wings]

[ what would you reference if not for old cartoons?

with an irate grunt, he reaches to let Carl give him a tug. Problem is once he gets down, he can't really stay down. ]

[postocular]

[ Literally anything, Daryl. Literally anything. Carl takes his hand and gives him a pull toward himself. If he can get Daryl closer to the ground it might be easier? ]

So, you hungry?

[worn_wings]

[ nuh. You get old movies or older cartoons, those are the options.

He doesn't quite manage to stand; he's tried and he knows already from experience that the likeliest outcome is, he'll manage to get his feet on the floor but the force of it will just push him back up. So really he's floating maybe an inch off the ground, but at least oriented close to perpendicular to the floor. It's a pain in the ass. ]

Kinda... Not sure I oughta do anything about it.

[postocular]

You really should, though. I'll make you a grilled cheese, that's easy enough.

[ Once Daryl is toward the ground enough, he wraps his arm around his back to keep him somewhat stable. ]

[worn_wings]

[ He makes a vaguely grumpy sound, the motion pushing him forward to bounce into a half step. ]

Someone said this could last a couple weeks.

[postocular]

Hopefully not. By then, you'd be used to it, but that's a pain.

[ Yep, just going to pull him along to the kitchen. Hopefully the table will keep him anchored enough so he can at least enjoy it? ]

[worn_wings]

[ This just makes him feel like a useless balloon, but it's a little easier at least than trying to drag himself along the walls.

Getting into a chair is somewhat more difficult, but at least being stuck between the seat and the table is pretty effective. ]

So shit like this just happens for no reason?

[ Much as he prefers not to think about the thing they stuck in his head, it's hard to ignore under the circumstances. ]