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Who: Aaron
Broadcast: Network - OTA
Action: Anywhere aboard the SS Bloodsport
When: Saturday


ACTION » SS BLOODSPORT

[The new arrival on the bridge makes a quick getaway, out of the lights and the sounds of the area and into the corridor, slipping as best he can with his 6'1" frame into the shadows just on the other side of the doorway (but not before pocketing a couple of those pudding cups, one can never be too greedy when it comes to sources of food).]

This can't be real.

[The words are uttered just above a whisper before he reaches to his belt, where an empty knife case hangs, and his slightly uneasy disbelief is quickly replaced with panic as he pats his pockets (however unlikely it is that he absentmindedly slipped a big knife into a pocket instead of his holster). He takes a steadying breath, eyes darting about before heading forward warily, slipping into the kitchen/galley area. Seeing no one else around after checking several hiding places, anyone who investigates the sounds of opening drawers will find a man with curly, dirty blood hair rifling through the utensil drawers looking for...something.

Once he's found a steak knife (which is better than nothing, thanks), he's going to continue exploring every door he can open on this ship, so the odds of him stumbling upon another crew member are pretty high. No matter what state he finds them in, he raises his hands to show he means no harm.]

I don't want any trouble. I just need some answers. My name is Aaron.


NETWORK BROADCAST » AUDIO

[Later, once he's gotten his bearings more he makes the following broadcast, careful and diplomatic in his wording. He still doesn't know what to make of this place or the people in it, and he doesn't blindly trust people the way he used to.]

Hello. I've only just arrived recently, and I'm under the impression many of you have been here for much longer. If you can offer me any sort of insight into this setup, I'd really appreciate it. To start things off slow and hopefully on the right foot, my name's Aaron, and I've been assigned as a Communications Officer on the SS Bloodsport.

Also, if the following names sound familiar, or you happen to own any of them, I'd be happy to hear from you:

Rick Grimes. Daryl Dixon. Glenn Rhee. Maggie Greene. Abraham Ford. Rosita Espinosa. Michonne. Carl Grimes. Sasha Williams.

[He lets a moment pass before ending his broadcast.]

Thank you for time and any help you can offer.

Comments

action;; Bloodsport

[postocular]

[ Carl recognizes the voice in the broadcast, but it's made perfectly clear that it's not just some other guy named Aaron that sounds familiar. Since that happens. When he starts listing names, Carl immediately puts down what he's working on, brushes his hands off on his jeans and shoves his hat back on his head before going to a shuttle.

So many of them have shown up here, and he really didn't expect that more would come. Let alone people from Alexandria. Which is why he's showing up instead of just speaking up. After what they've all seen, it's better this way. As soon as he gets to the Bloodsport, he's on a mission to find Aaron. He's never really been to this ship before, but it's not too different from the Red Fish. ]

Hey.

[ Wow, he's really here.. ]

action;; Bloodsport

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[Now that Aaron's determined which bunk is his, that's where Carl finds him, sitting at the small desk inside and not thinking about how small the bed is, and how little he's slept in one alone in the past few years, or the weird glowing fish in the bowl on said desk.

He starts slightly at voice, because he hadn't actually expected to be this lucky, or to have been sneaked up upon, but he smiles when he sees who it is.]

Carl.

[The teenager isn't really that into hugs, even from his father, so instead of embracing him, Aaron puts a hand on his shoulder as he comes over.]

It's good to see a familiar face.

action;; Bloodsport

[postocular]

Good to see you, too. Despite it not being home, it's really not that bad.

[ Carl offers him a brief smile and makes himself at home, sitting on the end of Aaron's bed once his shoulder is let go of. ]

Some of the others are here, too.

voice;

[worn_wings]

Kinda familiar.

[ don't let the fact that he's an asshole fool you, friend, he's glad to hear from you. sort of. to the extent you can be glad to hear that someone's been kidnapped by aliens, you know. ]

voice;

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[He literally never has, Daryl.]

Hey, Daryl.

[It's a comfort to hear his voice. There are few men more capable than Daryl Dixon, after all.]

This is...I don't think my vocabulary can describe what this is.

voice;

[worn_wings]

[ yeah, that checks out. it'd be annoying if Aaron wasn't so genuinely likeable. the bastard. ]

Crazy, I know. [ Daryl's not exactly wordy at the best of times and really, the whole situation is unbelievable enough that he still halfway expects to wake up. ]

You good?

[ Checking in seems like a better first order of business. Especially for someone straight out of the shitshow they call home. Daryl's a worrier, ok. ]

video

[passingthrough]

So many names. I know a few of them, but only from here. Given that line up though, the first thing you should probably know is we're fresh out of zombies.

[It's not like any of them ever used that word, but she heard the description and she's going to call a spade a spade. She generally liked the people he named, so she felt compelled to reach out. She could relate to them. Their worlds were very different, but civilization had broken down in both places even if it was different reasons. There was something strangely comforting in sharing something like that. Not that she'd recommend it for anyone planning a world. Definitely don't dissolve into living mostly in survival mode if you can avoid it.]

I'm Kitty. I've been here awhile.

video

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[That was the entire point of the place he came from, actually, the not devolving into survival mode that is. it's worked...mostly. He's comfortable, at least a bit, with video now that he's gotten his bearings a bit more, and he offers her an easy smile, if a little uncertain.]

...zombies? [But if she knew them...] Do you mean walkers?

[She must have meant the walkers. It's actually a comfort to know people know about those. They're hard to fit into conversation.]

Thank you. It's nice to meet you, Kitty. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

video

[passingthrough]

[She nods, remembering that term.] Reanimated dead trying to eat the living. Yeah. [She bites back a quip about vampires. She probably shouldn't start throwing everything at him up front. She'll probably still do that, but you know, a nod to moderation.]

Oh, when you contact a newbie here you know you're getting the questions. Go for it.

video;

[rheecon]

Yeah, I might have one of those.

[ He's not in much of a joking mood, but he's still happy to see you. He offers a smile. ]

Hey, Aaron. Welcome to space?

video;

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You know, I do like to travel, but I never thought I'd make it this far. I always thought China was pushing it.

[And by that, of course, he means 'thanks for the warm welcome. His expression softens a bit, though.]

Are...you alright? I heard Maggie's, I don't know...missing I guess, only everyone seems to know where she is?

video;

[rheecon]

[ Oh, good. Truth be told, he's glad he neither has to explain that or avoid it. That touch of relief is probably evident as he takes a deep breath and lets a bit of tension slip. ]

... yeah. I'm, uh... managing.

[ He pauses a moment there, pursing his lips slightly. ]

I don't totally get it either - I haven't been here as long as Daryl or Carl. But she isn't gone, they say she should be back in a month, maybe less?

If there was a way to get to her...

[ Well, that goes without saying. ]

action; Bloodsport - Armory

[twosoul]

[Behind one of the doors in the Bloodsport is an actual armory - no knives, but a good half-dozen sidearms and one automatic weapon, which a very blue individual is currently cleaning. He's clad in what looks weirdly like space elf armor from the neck down, but he's left his helmet off for now.

When the new arrival comes in, he sets the gun down and lifts his hands briefly to show there's nothing else in them; like the new arrival, his knife sheath is empty.]

Sure. But I'm going to warn you right now, those knives from the kitchen have awful balance and can't be thrown worth a damn.

action; Bloodsport - Armory

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[That told Aaron two things in quick succession: one, he was not the only resident of this ship who'd thought to arm themselves as soon as they'd ended up on it, and two, there was a room full of guns he'd yet to find. A third lesson a moment later: there were blue elf aliens. That...was going to take some getting used to.

It wasn't for a moment that he noticed he was staring and he lowered his hands, clearing his throat.]

Well, sure. They're steak knives, but they do the job in a pinch at least...

[And he motioned toward the rack of guns.]

Are...those for anyone?

[twosoul]

Just keep to stabbing or slashing and you'll be fine.

[He taps one of the sidearms, currently resting in its charging dock.]

If you just got transferred here about fifteen minutes ago, one of 'em is for you. Used to be five and then [he snaps] sixth one showed up.

[He straightens up and offers his hand.]

Lorden Gesh, Security officer. I probably ought to make you pass a basic competency test before I let you have one.

[video]

[tough_love]

[Considering the fleet's current stop was basically everything she hated, Looma had little else to do besides lurk around the network these days. Maybe even try to be helpful. She even goes so far as to count off each of her helpful insights with the fingers of one hand as she listed them off. That actually might be why she's limiting herself to just three- unless she tries using a thumb, that's all she's got to work with.]

The food provided for us is terrible, our hosts are not to be trusted, and time works strangely so long as you're here.

[Also, there's aliens. Big, four three-eyed, four-armed aliens. At least the eyepatch she's sporting over a fourth eye is probably a familiar enough concept, even if it's possibly the only one.]

[video]

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[There was a very loud voice in his mind screaming at him to process what he was looking at, but he shook it away, filing it with 'you were just pulled from a life-or-death situation' and 'welcome to space' and focused instead on the words she(?) was saying, nodding slowly, though his lips quirked in a slight smile about the food.]

It's the food's nutritious, I'm not going to complain too much about how it tastes. If that's all there is to eat, you can't complain.

[But that last bit gets his attention, too.]

...what do you mean by "strangely"?

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[tough_love]

It is not the only thing. Many crews stockpile real food at each planet we're taken to when possible. If only to avoid eating the protein gel. It is simply what the Atroma choose to provide us.

[Which as far as she was concerned, did a remarkable job all on its own of dispelling any illusions that the Atroma cared for them in any way.]

As for time- here it seems to behave just fine. But if you were to encounter someone you know from wherever you call home, you may find that they have yet to experience things you already recall. There could even be years between the last thing you remember and what they do.

And it is not uncommon for someone to vanish or sleep for days on end, only to return having spent far more time in their home universe. They could be gone for a week, and return having spent several months back home. I do not know why or how, but I have seen it for myself.

video (if it's not too late!)

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Welcome to the Fleet, Aaron. I'm Pavel Andreievich Chekov, communications officer on the Tourist.

You have found Daryl and Glenn?

Re: video (never too late!)

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That's...quite a name. [He smiles, though, nodding in greeting.] It's a pleasure.

[And he nods again, this time in confirmation.]

I have, yeah. You know each other?

video (much appreciated!)

[candothat]

Just Pavel is fine, and the pleasure is mine.

[Aaron's politeness gets a smile. Possibly a slightly confused one. Aaron doesn't seem like someone who would put Daryl at the top of their list of people to find.]

A little, yes. Glenn is a friend, and Daryl is on the Tourist.

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[tempredmental]

I know some of those people, yeah. You know them from back home, I'm guessing?

[The kid answering might sound somewhat familiar if Aaron was the type to pick up on voices.]

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[Vaguely familiar, yeah, but he's not really thinking about it much at the moment.]

I do, yeah. They tell me they've been here a while.

video;;

[fantachetic]

As it happens, I'm familiar with two of those names. Daryl Dixon and Carl Grimes are present in the Fleet.

[ Not a particularly theatrical entrance, but one has to start somewhere, don't they? ]

Some of us have been here for quite some time- enough so to become tedious in some aspects. It isn't a particularly difficult job, as your augment lends quite a bit of information to allow you the capabilities if you weren't equipped with them in the first place.

video;;

[customplates]

[Thankfully, Aaron is pretty good at public speaking, even if he's terrible at hiding expressions. Yes, you are a very attractive man, Dorian, and yes, Aaron notices.

You were talking about something more important, though, and he hasn't had anything to drink. Now, if you get a couple beers in him, that might change, but flirting isn't bad, right?]

I know, and thank you for your response. It's all pretty disorienting. It's almost like...suddenly understanding a foreign language.