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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.

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Yeah, it's...just a thing you do, now.

No judgment. I know about things you do under circumstances.

[He doesn't say anything for a moment, but nods.]

Yeah. That's alright. [And he forces a smile until it settles more comfortably on his face.] At least we're not all infected here, right?

[Right? Somebody thought to check on that, right?]

[She looks at him thoughtfully and then switches the feed to private.]

Has anyone mentioned what happened on the space station to you?

[His brows lower in wary concern.]

No. What happened on the space station, Kitty?

I don't know all the details, but I was there. One minute everything's fine. Normal space station. Then next thing I know it's going on lock down and I start seeing people attacking and biting other people. It spread fast. Carol was here then and she recognized it. Daryl too. Carol seemed pretty sure one of them had died to set it off. I don't know if that was the case or not. But it's the only time I've heard of it happening.

And as an extra wrinkle? No one stays dead here. You die. You disappear for a week or two and then you're back like nothing happened. I've never seen that happen with the biting part before. But I don't think anyone has died since the station either. [She's not sure about that. You'd think it would be the kind of thing you'd never forget but after awhile even the truly bizarre and unbelievable can feel routine.]

...you have to die to turn. If...what you're describing happened, it sounds like the Walker...infection for lack of a better term, to me, but...that doesn't make sense. I can't imagine a mugger would get the better of Daryl...or Carol. Or Glenn or Maggie for that matter.

[He scoffs.]

I'm not proud of admitting it, but the most likely person to be killed buying eggs, at least from back home, is me...so...what happened...?

Well, I know it wasn't Daryl or Carol. I was fighting alongside them. They couldn't have started it. Glenn wasn't around yet. I'm not sure which people were around who were definitely from the same world though. [Maggie like he said probably. And Carl? Were there others? Rick had already vanished. But it's not like everyone you meet gives you enough detail to pinpoint where they're from that well.]

It's entirely possible the Atroma were behind it, and Carol was just assuming it was like home because it reminded her of it.

It also could have been something worse than a mugging. We've run across pirates and slavers out here. I don't remember any threats like that in the area, but I'm usually prepared just in case anyway. [Understatement.]

Honestly, I never followed up with any of them. [It feels like a tragic lack of curiosity now in retrospect.] Carol left and Daryl never seemed like much of a talker, but they might have more information on it.

[He doesn't say anything for a moment. Carl has been in the fleet the longest from what he was told, but if Daryl was involved, he most likely had more information than he was letting on. Maybe she was right. Maybe this didn't have anything to do with the burden they all brought from home. Maybe it was all just a tragic coincidence. In his experience, though, there were desperately few coincidences. After a moment, he simply nods.]

Maybe you're right and this doesn't have anything to do with us. I hope not, but I'll look into it. If...this infection has spread...we all need to be prepared.

[She nods.] Let me know what you find. We have doctors who might be able to do something about it. At least learn if it's spread to all of us or if it's contained to your group...or just the humans. [She's not really counting herself out of that group as she says it. She knows biologically speaking she's mostly human herself.] It's something we should know anyway so we can be prepared.

[Prepared for what they may need to do to the next person who doesn't make it. He wonders if most of the people here could.]

I don't know if it can be detected or not, but...it's worth a shot.

We have a lot of resources here. We've lost some of our better doctors, but there's always a chance. And I could be forgetting someone. Maybe some healers too. Magic has its perks.

Magic...? [He hadn't even though of magic.] Do you...have an idea where to start?

Mm, yeah, that's a thing here for some people. Not my kind of thing either.

[It's not a normal go to for her, but she's had a few magic users in her crew over the last few years.] Talk to your people. See if they know what set it off. Maybe it was random intervention. If they think it was more than that probably see if any of you are interested in volunteering to have some tests run.

[He'll just have to trust this 'magic' thing is something to consider, for the time being.]

Yeah, I'll do that. Listen, thank you for responding, and being so helpful. I'll be in touch.

Sure. Good luck with the settling in. Sorry to start you off with an extra mission. The one is really enough. [She nods, ready to sign off and let him get back to the business of being new in an impossible situation. Not his first it sounds like.]

[He smiles, shaking his head.]

Not at all, it's good information. Thanks again.

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