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[betterangels]

How about it.

[ attached: link to this post ]

I figure you're about grown out of this kind of thing, but maybe you can show 'em a thing or two and learn about this place some.

[nokidstuff]

[Carl takes a moment to look over the attachment before saying anything. (He's not necessarily surprised Rick would come to him with this because it's what dads do, but a part of him thinks he has outgrown it and a part of him wonders what it would be like to do normal things again since his one friend in Alexandria said he goes, so.) Indecisively--]

School? ...You want me to go?

[betterangels]

Why not? Doesn't look like it's just gonna be storytime. Might be interesting.

[ The appeal lies in Heather's pitch about learning functionality, survivalism specific to the ship. Part of Rick wouldn't mind Carl practicing his fractions too. ]

[nokidstuff]

I know. It could be. But I just don't know if it's a good idea.

['cause there'll still be younger kids, awkwardness, and the biggest, most important question of all,]

What if something happens?

[betterangels]

Like what?

[ Honest question, honest curiousity. ]

[nokidstuff]

[which gets an honest answer,]

The monsters.

[betterangels]

[ He can't in good conscience say something like 'life goes on', because he hadn't done so great at that, and 'life goes on' attitudes gets people killed.

All the same-- ]

Well, then they'll be lucky to have you there. Luckier still, 'cause I'll come running. Besides, looks like they'll be teaching stuff about surviving this place in particular.

voice.

[kutte]

You doing okay, kid?

[nokidstuff]

[No, not one bit really, but he knows everybody else is dealing with the same nosebleed and headache crap so he isn't going to complain.]

I'm fine. I... I just try not moving my head much, and I got everything I need to take care of myself.

What about you?

[kutte]

Bled all over my shirt. It hasn't been the best day.

[ so you know, jax is just as miserable. ]

You need a hand?

[nokidstuff]

You bled all over it... Why didn't you just take it off?

['cause it makes sense not to stain the only clothes you got, right.]

With what? I said I got everything I need... [It doesn't really occur to him that Jax could mean lending his company due to his headache.]

[kutte]

So I can bleed all over another one? I'm not that into doing laundry.

[ it's a lose/lose situation here, really. ]

You got someone holdin' your hand and all?

[ because there's probably no sense beating around this bush, right? ]

[nokidstuff]

You wouldn't have to if you didn't put on another one.

[said pointedly-ish. To be honest it's what he meant in the first place.]

Oh, um, [the handholding thing will never not sound awkward] not right now. My dad went to do something but he'll be back. I'll be fine.

action; 03/27

[oversight]

[ When everything begins rumbling and churning somewhere deep within the ship, Blake can't find it in himself to stay back in his room and nurse a headache and a nosebleed.

He pops out and walks the halls, hitting the lifts and generally following the noises that seem to shudder deep within the ship.

Focus on stemming the blood from his nose, he tips his head back and very nearly walks right into the kid he'd met at the lockers a couple weeks ago. ]

Oh, uh— sorry. Sorry 'bout that. My fault...

[nokidstuff]

[Carl was a lighter sleeper than he used to be before his life flipped upside down, and so the huge noises that vibrated throughout the ship in the wee hours of the morning woke him with a start. At first he winced from the pain caused to his head in moving to get up too quickly, but as the continuous noise gave him no peace and he was alone at the time, he got up to peek out in the hall, then head out to gunnery in haste to find his dad, or someone else he knew.

In any case, he also had questions to what was even going on so there is that... when he nearly crashes into the person he's met before due to his inability to think 'cause of all the noise. When he stops though, it's with one, two steps backward just to keep himself from tipping right over.

And since they're both being honest--]

No... uh, it's my fault, I wasn't looking.

[oversight]

[ John nods, but even that feels like a terrible idea. He suppresses a wince, but his fingers subconsciously find a spot near his temple to massage fruitlessly as if a matter of habit. ]

Hell of a racket. Not sure what's goin' on.

[ By way of explanations, he knows it sucks, but since they're both in the same boat, Blake doesn't feel like saying as much will cause him to lose face here. ]

You out here lookin' into it?

[nokidstuff]

[It definitely is quite the racket. Carl can agree on that much and so he half nods in kind, only to stop short of a complete nod when the motion hurts his head, too, and causes him to freeze, and wince a little. Then he reminds himself not to move it and settles with an upward glance.]

... Yeah. [He's not sure what's going on either. Nor how much he should say to a stranger (even if they met once before), but.]

Sort of. I was... uh, I was headed to gunnery.

[oversight]

You mind if I walk with you?

[ He isn't just talking safety in numbers here. Having someone else along could make all the difference for either of them when facing a sticky situation. ]

Was headin' that way, anyway.

[nokidstuff]

[Yeah, safety in numbers is one thing, but so is keeping safe from strangers, so he has to think about it for a moment. To be fair, though, it's not like he doesn't want to trust people, it's just that he doesn't know what to make of the guy still. One-two questions that come to mind can solve that though.]

You are? What for?

[Just answer him truthfully and he'll probably say okay.]

text.

[brainsqueeze]

How are you doing with Gumshoe?

[nokidstuff]

[excuse the delay of response as he figures out just who the person behind OPR » 031 » 021 is... but it doesn't take long because there's only so many people he knows, especially in OPR-- hello again, miss.]

better. she listens more now that i keep treats with me.

[thanks to the nameless guy around the ship.]

[brainsqueeze]

That's a smart idea. Hopefully you won't run out.

I've got something for her.

[nokidstuff]

what is it?

[brainsqueeze]

A frisbee. It appeared in my locker a couple of jumps ago. Thought you'd use it better than me.

[nokidstuff]

[A frisbee? She can't see it but he lights up a little with thinking how Gumshoe would love chasing after it. Never thought he'd be able to see one of those again either.]

really. you're just giving it to me?

thank you.