[She's not sure where Carl disappears off to all the time when Rick takes to a medical coma on the ?. But one: it worries her more often than not because it feels just the two of them from their world remaining now. And two: any logical or deductive reasoning there is tells her he is in the medical bay most times. This time when she seeks him out she is right. And this time, not unlike most times, she is worried about him. Just more so. Because he doesn't seem to want to leave and when he does it's almost like he disappears. She's worried he will be next to disappear and a bit of that is why she feels she could be close.]
Carl. [She calls, interrupting whatever it is he could be thinking that moment (anything depressive) rather purposely. She knows from experience how twisted and bad the thoughts can be. And waits for some sign that he acknowledges her before she goes over her next words.] You should get out of here for a bit. I- How about I make you something to eat?
[No matter his answer, she intends to stay close, really just be there for him for a while.]
[ People fall into these comas all the time and wake up, but more and more, it seems like it only happens for a week or two at a time. Not almost an entire month. He knows it's not the same at all, but.. this hits too close to home. Sitting by completely helpless while his dad takes up bed and just not waking up. The only real difference is that he can sit here all he wants. Carl tries not to, tries to occupy his mind with something else-- anything else-- and instead, he can't seem to focus for more than an hour before this thoughts go back to Rick.
He's not sure how long he's been sitting by his dad's bedside this time, but Enid's voice startles him. He shifts in his chair to hide the gesture, looking at her. ]
[She can't imagine what it is like seeing a parent in a coma, won't even pretend to. As she comes more into the room, she pays particular attention to his body language and overall state of being then the words out of his mouth. Yes, she believes he believes what he says, but to a certain point she has to question when that was. It's been exactly a day since she glimpsed at him last, after all.]
Oh yeah? How long ago was that, Carl? [She tries to keep her voice soft, but her voice isn't exactly built to sound soft either.]
[ The first time was horrible, but this time seems so much worse. At least there was a time frame of recovery and possibilities. This time? There's fuck all. ]
Ate some breakfast before I got here.
[ It couldn't have been more than a few hours, right? It doesn't feel that long, at least.. ]
[It had sounded like a fun idea to actually go to the carnival at night. There were probably others from the fleet here, but Maggie had been happy to drag Carl with her. It was something fun to take their minds off of home, off of the people who weren't here with them anymore.]
[ Going to a carnival is such a nostalgic sort of thing that he'd do with his parents when the fair was in town, that it seems surreal. The other planets they went to didn't really have something to this degree. Being here with Maggie is..really nice. They don't have to worry about watching their backs, though they are anyway. He's happy to go with her. It's not often they get to just be young people and enjoy themselves.
Despite the lack of amusement park crowds, even though it's probably for the best, Carl is enjoying himself. He looks at Maggie and offers a shrug, not really having much of an opinion either way. ]
[Maggie hadn't been to something like this since she had been a kid, probably younger than Carl was now. There was none of the happy atmosphere in places like these if they'd found them back home. Here, all the rides were lit up, the music from each attraction bleeding together in a strange cacophony of sound.
Her gaze casts over each possibility, stopping on one of those duck hunting games, the toy rifles propped up and ready to use.]
Oh look - one of those rifle games. Want to practice your shooting?
[She can't imagine it's easy with his limited depth perception, now, but she wasn't about to beat him on purpose. That would just be cruel.]
[ He's been practicing at every opportunity, between the firing range and training with Natasha. Carl thinks he's improved, but it's hard to tell, sometimes. Maybe he's being optimistic. Either way, he offers Maggie a smile and steps up to the game, shouldering the toy rifle. ]
I'm going to win you one of those. [ He nods to a row of stuffed frogs. ]
[ Before being brought to the fleet, Carol had never been to space. Obviously. She had only ever flown on a plane twice in her life. But in going to see Carl, she was going to be on her fifth space ship in a week
She marveled at this on the shuttle ride over, a plate of cookies on her lap. A knife safely hidden, strapped to her calf.
She arrives at the Redfish and makes her way to engineering, where she's been told she might find him. ]
Carl? [ She calls out, looking around the space, feeling a bit overwhelmed. ] I brought cookies. [ She lifts the plate, even though she can't see him yet, as if that would make a difference. ]
[ Carol showing up wasn't something Carl ever expected, but it settles some of the tension. So much of their little family had come and gone repeatedly, he suspected it would only ever be him and Maggie.
The Red Fish is a bit different than other ships. The lights seem dimmer than that of other ships, and there are ingrained bloodstains along many of its surfaces. The hum of the engine gets louder as she gets to the engine room itself, and the first thing she might see is the familiar beaten hat sitting on top of the work table next to a few tools.
He hears someone call his name, though it's hard to tell who until he comes around the other side of the engine. He's surprised to see Carol, but more surprised that she brought cookies. ]
[ Carol doesn't miss the stains, and the general ominous nature of the place feels familiar in the way that some things do but really should not. She can't help but worry about Carl, though. Is there often violence on this ship?
She doesn't speak those concerns aloud, not just yet. She smiles when Carl finds her. It's small, but it's sincere. ]
Oh, just trying to make the best of things. They have real sugar in the kitchen, I didn't need to use beets. [ She looks around, uncertain of where to put the cookies. ] I didn't realize you were in the engine room. I would have looked for some Tupperware or something.
[ Just to prove that he knows exactly what to do with the cookies, he helps himself to one on the top, grease-covered hand and all. Carl moves his hat from the work table and puts it back on his head. There's at least room for a plate of cookies.
He hums in delight around a mouthful of cookie and leans against his work bench. ]
These are really good. [ Of course they are, Carol made them. He shrugs a shoulder, wiping his hands on a towel. ]
Just making sure everything still looks good since it was repaired.
as soon as she arrives on his ship she lets Da'fen off to go and find him. She's following along at a slower pace, letting the little dog bark and yip and searches for Carl -- and, as soon as it finds him, it howls, a little awoooo that makes her laugh. ]
[ Carl isn't up to much, doing the daily checks in the engine room to make sure things are up to snuff. Thankfully, Flug is around to really maintain everything since he has actual experience. The sound of Da'Fen sniffing around is muted by the engines, but that small howl gets his attention and makes him laugh. How does a little dog have so much bark?
Wiping his hands on his jeans, he crouches down in the hallway to give the pup some attention. ]
[ Leilani is laughing as she rounds the corner and sees her little dog wrapped up in her da'len. Leaning down, she presses a kiss to his forehead gently. ]
The next time you're in the cargo bay of your ship, you'll have a package waiting for you! The package itself isn't very fancy, just a plastic container with a red lid, about as round as a dinner plate and a few inches deep. Inside it, though, are... brownies!! A few of them have some white-and-black chocolate icing decorations on them - mostly swirlies or hatchwork cris-crosses - and all of them are that nice in-between of cake-y and fudge-y.
There's a note attached, in red pen and swirly lettering on white paper: "I wasn't sure if you liked chocolate, so if you don't, I'm sorry - let me know and I'll make you something else! I just wanted to thank you for being a good friend. ♥ - Escha" ]
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Date: 2017-08-25 08:13 pm (UTC)Carl. [She calls, interrupting whatever it is he could be thinking that moment (anything depressive) rather purposely. She knows from experience how twisted and bad the thoughts can be. And waits for some sign that he acknowledges her before she goes over her next words.] You should get out of here for a bit. I- How about I make you something to eat?
[No matter his answer, she intends to stay close, really just be there for him for a while.]
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Date: 2017-08-26 02:47 am (UTC)He's not sure how long he's been sitting by his dad's bedside this time, but Enid's voice startles him. He shifts in his chair to hide the gesture, looking at her. ]
I ate a while ago.
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Date: 2017-08-26 03:16 am (UTC)Oh yeah? How long ago was that, Carl? [She tries to keep her voice soft, but her voice isn't exactly built to sound soft either.]
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Date: 2017-08-26 03:24 am (UTC)Ate some breakfast before I got here.
[ It couldn't have been more than a few hours, right? It doesn't feel that long, at least.. ]
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Date: 2018-04-19 11:18 pm (UTC)So - we want to do some rides first or a game?
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Date: 2018-04-20 12:07 am (UTC)Despite the lack of amusement park crowds, even though it's probably for the best, Carl is enjoying himself. He looks at Maggie and offers a shrug, not really having much of an opinion either way. ]
I'm good with either?
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Date: 2018-04-20 05:17 pm (UTC)Her gaze casts over each possibility, stopping on one of those duck hunting games, the toy rifles propped up and ready to use.]
Oh look - one of those rifle games. Want to practice your shooting?
[She can't imagine it's easy with his limited depth perception, now, but she wasn't about to beat him on purpose. That would just be cruel.]
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Date: 2018-04-22 03:42 pm (UTC)I'm going to win you one of those. [ He nods to a row of stuffed frogs. ]
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Date: 2018-04-22 01:04 am (UTC)She marveled at this on the shuttle ride over, a plate of cookies on her lap. A knife safely hidden, strapped to her calf.
She arrives at the Redfish and makes her way to engineering, where she's been told she might find him. ]
Carl? [ She calls out, looking around the space, feeling a bit overwhelmed. ] I brought cookies. [ She lifts the plate, even though she can't see him yet, as if that would make a difference. ]
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Date: 2018-04-22 03:03 pm (UTC)The Red Fish is a bit different than other ships. The lights seem dimmer than that of other ships, and there are ingrained bloodstains along many of its surfaces. The hum of the engine gets louder as she gets to the engine room itself, and the first thing she might see is the familiar beaten hat sitting on top of the work table next to a few tools.
He hears someone call his name, though it's hard to tell who until he comes around the other side of the engine. He's surprised to see Carol, but more surprised that she brought cookies. ]
Hey, Carol. How have you been settling in?
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Date: 2018-04-23 06:38 am (UTC)She doesn't speak those concerns aloud, not just yet. She smiles when Carl finds her. It's small, but it's sincere. ]
Oh, just trying to make the best of things. They have real sugar in the kitchen, I didn't need to use beets. [ She looks around, uncertain of where to put the cookies. ] I didn't realize you were in the engine room. I would have looked for some Tupperware or something.
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Date: 2018-04-28 02:23 am (UTC)He hums in delight around a mouthful of cookie and leans against his work bench. ]
These are really good. [ Of course they are, Carol made them. He shrugs a shoulder, wiping his hands on a towel. ]
Just making sure everything still looks good since it was repaired.
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Date: 2018-05-14 02:26 pm (UTC)I've been assigned to the Bishop.
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Date: 2018-06-25 02:12 am (UTC)Hey, kid. You breathing?
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Date: 2018-08-09 03:09 pm (UTC)as soon as she arrives on his ship she lets Da'fen off to go and find him. She's following along at a slower pace, letting the little dog bark and yip and searches for Carl -- and, as soon as it finds him, it howls, a little awoooo that makes her laugh. ]
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Date: 2019-03-05 09:00 pm (UTC)The next time you're in the cargo bay of your ship, you'll have a package waiting for you! The package itself isn't very fancy, just a plastic container with a red lid, about as round as a dinner plate and a few inches deep. Inside it, though, are... brownies!! A few of them have some white-and-black chocolate icing decorations on them - mostly swirlies or hatchwork cris-crosses - and all of them are that nice in-between of cake-y and fudge-y.
There's a note attached, in red pen and swirly lettering on white paper: "I wasn't sure if you liked chocolate, so if you don't, I'm sorry - let me know and I'll make you something else! I just wanted to thank you for being a good friend. ♥ - Escha" ]