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

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[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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[ 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.. ]

[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.

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.

It's not really that hard to be better than home, Carl, at least security-wise.

[In turn, Aaron moves back to the desk he's been given, but leans against the edge rather than sitting down, crossing his arms and listening to what Carl has to say.]

Which others?

[Look, he's trying his damnedest not to look hopeful about who might be here.]

There are no walkers, at least. Everyone's friendly for the most part, but they're more capable.

Others have come and gone, but Maggie, Glenn, and Daryl are here, too.

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No walkers is good. No Saviors is better.

[Except that Eric and the others were back home, Eric had no idea where he was, if they'd been successful...]

How is Maggie? [Because the last time he saw her...]

She's better, especially with Glenn here.

[He nods. Thinking about the well-being of others has always helped him deal with is own problems, and he doesn't see that changing anytime soon.]

I'm sure he does. [He frowns, though.] And...the baby?

[ Carl frowns, looking uncomfortable for a moment. It's not something Maggie's ever really talked to him about, but he knows the mechanics of this place and he's a smart kid. It's not what people are saying, but what they're not saying that matters. Hell, he's got enough experience of the mechanics of this place to know. ]

People don't get sick or have sickness. Or anything.

[Aaron's a smart guy, but that still takes a moment to process and he shakes his head.]

Babies aren't an illness, Carl...

[But that wasn't what Carl was saying and he knew that. He closed his eyes for a moment, swallowing.]

Whatever this place is, or whoever runs it...they...where is she?

Not to us, they're not, but there aren't really kids around, either. The Atroma probably don't want to deal with that.

She's probably on the main ship, the Marsiva. There's not really a way to access the places that aren't public. Others have tried.

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. ]

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.

[It could be argued that Carl was a child, but he's not going to get into that, but he nods, even though it's hard to wrap his head about the idea that a baby could just disappear from a womb. He was here, after all, not home. Suddenly, and taken from a pretty intense situation.]

Why would she be there?

[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.

[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?

[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.

[That's wonderful to know there aren't walkers everywhere, but...does she know they're all infected? Maybe withholding that information is a good idea at least. He nods.]

That's about it, yeah. It's good to know whatever happened wasn't...uh...interstellar.

[He smiles again, though. Aaron is probably the most polite person left in the apocalypse. Really, he's just diplomatic. There's a reason he was their recruiter, after all.]

I appreciate it. I'm sure you get a lot of questions about 'why me' and all that, but...those sorts of questions are pretty fruitless, aren't they, I mean unless you work for whoever brought us here, and if you did, I doubt you'd tell us.

So...since you've been here a while, I assume you've seen a lot of space. What sorts of places has this...eclectic collection of spaceships visited?

[She knows a lot of confusing, contradictory facts about death around here. Like the time several months ago that a space station was suddenly overrun with "walkers". She's not so clear on how that developed or if it will happen again, but so far so good. She also knows when most people die here they just come back to life shortly thereafter like nothing happened. She also knows she was supposed to be dead back home, but here she is. Technically, her last kidnapping pulled her out a moment before that happened, so not dead, but also nothing left for her back home.]

Not in this reality anyway. [Maybe the other inhabited planets in his reality are full of alien dead. She can't be sure.]

If I knew why me, I'd tell you why you, but it's all pretty hard to parse. And no, I don't work for the Atroma, but why believe me, right? [Her first time in one of these places she had a list of possibilities about what was going on and very last on that list is "everything is as it seems and as people describe it to be." But she was there long enough to more or less embrace the reality they presented false or not.]

Mmm...well, the first one I remember was a large space station. I was exploring the fleet more than it at the time. Then we were on a poisoned moon for awhile—not my favorite. You had to wear protective gear everywhere. My actual favorite was next though. It was called the hand-holding planet. [There was another, more official, less used name, but she's forgotten it.] It was a strange place. You know, trees that give you gifts if you hold hands with someone while standing next to it. That kind of thing. [As if that's a thing. That's not a thing. It was a thing, but it shouldn't be. It's bizarre even by X-Men standards.] And the whole planet was just so...full of life. And when you did hold hands with someone you slowly started to sense their emotions. Maybe catch some memories... [She drifts off, not wanting to think too much about it now. She'd been there with someone special. He's not around anymore.] Um, and there was an amusement park and who doesn't like amusement? [Moving on!]

I don't know, there've been a lot of places. Cities built in the clouds, ice planets, desert planets, water planets, and a whole system that was built on a loop thing. Some of them are deserted and some are full of people and most of it's peaceful, but occasionally we get shot at. There were cannibals once. And slavers. But generally it's just a place we hang out for awhile. Maybe get a job. Maybe shop. They like the variety.

[ 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. ]

['Not in this reality', she says, as though he hasn't just traveled across the stars, but through to some other plane if existence as well. If that were the case...

...he wasn't even going to think about it, instead focusing on the different worlds she was describing, the things that happened there. His expression became more and more...confused? Yeah, confused as she continued, but he didn't seem uncomprehending, and only partially unbelieving.]

I'm sorry, that all just sounds so... [Fake, unbelievable? But here he was, on an alien space ship, floating through space, a completely alien planet through all the view windows, and a sun that looks nothing like his own.] ...fantastic? You have no reason to lie, I know that, but it's still hard to believe.

[And then there was 'they'.]

Do you know anything about 'them'? You've been here a long time. Have they never shone themselves?

Crazy, sure. That's...apt enough.

[He adds an uneasy chuckle to illustrate exactly how true that is.]

I...uh. [He takes a steeling breath before continuing.] Yeah, I'm...still reeling, but I'm good. Though, the more I talk to anyone from home, the more I realize you've all been here for months and...I just saw you, so...that's strange.

[A beat.]

What about you? Where do you fit into all this?

[Almost uncanny.]

Too much? Believe it or not that was me trying to go slow. [There's just a lot. The curve is higher for people from some worlds than others. Even then she was used to things like time travel, people with powers, outerspace travel, eternal beings and the like and this place can still be a lot to swallow even for her. Still, she's confident anyone living among the zombies is of tougher stuff.]

The Atroma contact us occasionally. There doesn't seem to be any regular schedule for it, but it's more often now than when I first arrived. Sometimes it's just a pre-written message transmitted to our devices. Sometimes the current representatives, Carmen and Chase, interact with us over video. They look human more or less. I don't know if they are Atroma or just work for them. After all, they made a show of getting rid of the last representatives, Diamond and Beau a little over a year ago.

Same as the rest I guess. Been here a few months, on the Tourist. Not as long as Carl and Maggie.

[ What else? He thinks on it a moment. ]

Carol was here a while, she's gone now.

Not too much, but close. I think I'm cutting myself off for now. [He smiles at his self-deprecating joke before moving on. The topic if the Atroma, and the fact that they apparently have representatives, was finite, something he could focus on without adding more and more variables that would, he was sure of it, quickly overwhelm him.]

Those are...some surprisingly normal names? [He'd expected something really...strange and out of this world like 'Zandoor' or 'Trixina'. 'Carmen' and 'Chase' sounded...like they were from Earth. Weird.]

...what do you mean by 'getting rid of them'? [He has a sneaking suspicion she doesn't mean sending them on perpetual hiatus.]

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