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» WHO? Matt Murdock & OPEN
» WHEN? Now
» WHERE? Deck 6 => 6.27 => Deck 5
» WHAT? Arrival
» WARNINGS? TBC

Arrival Hall (CLOSED to Frank Castle)
It's cold.

He's not where he was before. He knows that much. He squeezes his eyes shut and lets his senses go, scanning his surroundings like an uncalibrated radar. Metal. Lots of metal, clanging, banging. But everything is wrong. Lighter, like things are floating even when they're not. People are talking. Laughing, maybe. But distant, like the next apartment building over, or somewhere down the next block. The fine hairs on his arms and on the back of his neck stand with the low buzz-hum of the vessel, creaking, engine churning like an old ship, suspended in space.

It's like a hangover, except. He feels heavy even though he's light. Shackles on his feet. His head hurts. Everything hurts. And God, what is that noise?

Less of a waking up, more of regaining consciousness as Matt rolls over with a pained cry and a grimace.

His hand crawls over to the smartwatch, trying to mute the beeping and humming and screeching grating against his ears. What day is it? What time? What happened? He clutches the device with one hand and runs the other hand down his body. Daredevil's gone. Only Matthew. A jumpsuit covering the bandages. Stitches. Blood. No pearly gates, no apostles. No questions to answer about how he's lived his life, whether he's lived it well, whether he's repentant. Paid enough of a price. Just a jumpsuit... and a pair of boots?

"...lectra." Talking feels like rousing up a sandstorm in his throat. He groans and struggles to his feet, using energy he doesn't have to drive him forward. Out. Just the one thing on his mind.

I have to save her.

He gets blood on his palm as he presses his hand over a wet bandage, stitches having been ripped as he sluggishly stumbles deliriously down the corridor. His boots clunk along at an uneven, unsteady pace. Everything is too loud. Too cold. Too heavy. There's blood on the wall where he braced himself against it. And then there's a door. Everything flickers behind his closed eyelids. Black, red, black, red, black, black, black...

Room 6.27. Where everything's a little quieter. And he can just focus. Keep the red lights on in the dark.

6.27. Matthew. Chapter Six. Verse Twenty-Seven. 'Can any one of you, by worrying, add a single hour to your life?'

Hn. That's funny. The chuckle bubbles to the surface. For all the pain He's inflicted, God still has a decent sense of humour.

Departure Lounge (OTA)
He doesn't take kindly to being dumped in the med bay, but there's not much of a fight he can put up against Frank Castle in his current state. He's not sure how long he's been resting there, but when he's well enough to orientate himself again, he's not staying in the med bay. The machines are noisy. He has questions. He's scared.

Matt makes it two steps out of the med bay before space sickness kicks in. The sheer wrongness of the gravitational pull throws him off, throws everything around him off. He sinks down to his knees and clutches his head, curling up against the wall. He looks pale, like he's about to throw up.

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[He settles down onto the edge of the bed and can't fight the sudden urge to laugh. This feels familiar in more ways than one.]

I got bullied. [Sort of.] Just like old times. Guess some things never change.

You got bullied?

[Yeah, why does she have a hard time believing that? Of course, she remembers the fights at the orphanage, there were a lot of angry kids who lived there. Daisy lets go of him but stands close, just in case.]

By someone here?

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No. I just- I just woke up. Upstairs. Maybe... a few hours ago. [His sense of time is a little thrown off. Well, his sense of everything is a little thrown off.]

So this happened back home? What? Was someone trying to steal your lunch money?

[Daisy pulls back the blanket before remembering he couldn't see her subtle hint that he should lay down.]

You should really be laying down right now. I don't need you falling off the bed.

Something like that. [A lot more complicated and... a lot's happened since when they were young. He lies down slowly and keeps his head facing in her direction, remembering the way she used to laugh.

There wasn't much laughter in that place, so he thinks he remembers every single one.

The way she avoided his question didn't evade him, but it seems like neither of them want to talk about what they've been getting up to since they last were together.]

Do I look old? [The question might seem a little out of the blue, but. Most of the people who have seen him that young are dead.]

[Once he’s laying down Daisy pulls the blanket over him until she gets to his chest and lowers it. Out of everyone she thought she might see here, he was the last one. Can he sense she was looking at him? He was always so good at that.

Daisy lets out a soft laugh at his question, momentarily looking away.]

Yeah, you look like the cryptkeeper.

[Of course it’s sarcasm.]

You said you got here a few hours ago? Where’s the last place you were before you ended up here?

[That makes him burst out laughing.] Wow. Don't spare my feelings.

[He licks his upper lip and his gaze seems to settle somewhere on the ceiling.] I never left New York. It just- was always home.

[Daisy felt the opposite when it came to New York. Yes she grew up there, but it never felt like home to her. In fact most of her memories from that place were bad ones. Being constantly tossed back and forth between the orphanage and foster homes, never really fitting in at school, and getting into a lot of fights.

But their stories were different, he had his father for the first twelve or so years of his life. Daisy didn’t know her parents until much later in life until well after she had been kicked out of the orphanage. Finding a chair, Daisy pulled it over so she could sit next to him.]

Did you fulfill your dream of becoming a lawyer?

[It was more of his dad's dream than his own. Not that he hated being a lawyer, or anything, but sometimes he felt like he was the man his dad wanted to be, the vigilante the city needed of him, the Matthew that his friends wanted to be around. There's very little room left amongst all that to be himself.]

I made it. Got a scholarship to Columbia. [He knows that he should be more grateful about upward mobility, opportunities and all that, but right now he just feels defeated. Battered, bruised and tired.]

What about you? [He knows she had a harder time.]

That's great, Matt.

[And she means it too. She knew far too many people who were in that orphanage who went downhill as soon as they got out. She happened to be one of those people, at least for a while.

When he asks about her, well, there's a lot she could say. For a while, it felt like she had been going nowhere, except for this drive to find her parents. Who she never really talks about with anyone. The team knew better than to ask questions because they had experienced a lot of what she dealt with alongside her.

Exhaling slowly, Daisy finally answers him.]

I found my parents, and, uh--

[It was a huge disappointment? Yep. She still cares a lot about her dad, but she rarely visits him because it's safer that way. He's happy. At least, she hopes he's happy. He doesn't remember her.]

It was a lot.

Oh. [He starts to prop himself up on his elbows but then he reads her heartbeat and the way her shoulders slump a bit, how her eyes move. And he decides that maybe getting excited or happy for her isn't the reaction she would want.

Settling back down quietly, he blinks a few times and listens to her body language without saying anything.]

Yeah. I guess that... I mean you try not to tell yourself that you screwed something up, or that they just didn't want you. But reunions don't always go how you picture it might have. In your head.

Yeah.

[They don't usually end with you getting powers, and your mother trying to kill you though. Not to mention finding out that your father had murdered a lot of people to try and get to Daisy.]

I go by Daisy now. Just thought you'd probably want to know that.

[Because her 'original' name never sat well with her and just brings up memories she'd rather not think about.]

Daisy huh. I'll remember that. [If this is the point where he's supposed to sit up, clutch a fist of air, raise some overly excited eyebrows and proudly proclaim that after 9pm he goes by 'Daredevil', sorry to disappoint but it's not happening.]

Did you ever go back? Visit our caretakers?

[Daisy laughs bitterly at his question. Although it was a fair one to ask, Daisy absolutely hated that place.]

No. As soon as I turned eighteen I left.

[And never looked back.]

Why? Did you?

[He has the strangest feeling like he was there. It's been some time since Midland Circle, or his injuries would be more severe. Someone must have pulled him out of that hole, and he can remember the smell of the musty old rooms with the old, scratchy sheets. The sound of rosary beads clacking against each other. The feel of a damp cloth on his forehead, the sound of robes swishing around thighs and ankles. The cadence of a Hail Mary echoing down the corridor, Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. It felt like going home.

Maybe it was just a dream.]

No. But I dream about it, sometimes. [He'd been a little troublemaker before his senses went haywire. And then he was just troubled. They probably wouldn't want him back.]

They always used to try and comfort me, telling me losing my sight was part of God's plan. That I would be called to a higher purpose. [So that's how Matthew ruined his life. He put on a Halloween costume at night and helped those that the law couldn't help. Because he was called to action, and he has to use these gifts. He has let one father down and he will not let down his father in heaven, no matter the personal cost.]

I think... I might have taken that a little too far. I don't want them to see me like this.

[Maybe Daisy would have been more well liked if she didn't constantly argue against the nuns when it came to bible study and every religious ritual they had to perform. For some of the kids, like Matt, they took solace in religion. Daisy had just been hurt one too many times to actually believe that prayer worked. More than anything she wanted to be wanted, and it never happened. Without fail, her foster families always gave her back.

Of course now she knows the real reason behind all of that, that it was SHIELD protecting her. Still, the damage was done.

She isn't sure what he means by taking it too far, but he looks like hell. So she assumes that has something to do with it.]

What really happened, Matt?

I was fighting with my ex. [He's deliberately leaving that vague so that she can assume it was a shouting match about financial debt or something and not a physical altercation, and he won't correct her for thinking as much.] Building came down on us. It was just-... really loud.

[Maybe she was asking about a lot more than that, but that's all he's offering until she clarifies.]

And then I came to. One floor up.

[Daisy almost asks how he survived that, but then she remembers seeing that woman with Kovac and...

Shit. It's a good thing he can't see her because tears are welling up in her eyes. There was a very real possibility he died back there and he just didn't know it, and she sure as hell was not about to be the one to break that to him.]

That must have been one hell of a fight.

[It's said as a joke, but there's a lot of it that doesn't exactly add up. Buildings don't just fall like that.]

Has anyone told you where we are?

It's complicated. Our relationship. [He's not even sure if they're still exes.] She's here. Her name is Elektra. And we'd talked, sure. I'm not sure I've... heard everything about this place, though. [He was sheltered, all things considered. And everyone from home wanted to protect him despite knowing who he is and how he can handle himself. Elektra, Frank. Even Karen.]

[Was she dead too?]

There's a lot about this place that doesn't make sense, but I'm guessing you know we're in a space station at least, right?

[She could sit here and list everything, but did he really want to hear about all of the shitty things that have happened?]

I've been told that, yes. [And a part of him doesn't accept that even though his senses know it to be true. He can hear the ship. Feel it breathing beneath his fingers when he puts his hand on the wall.]

I suppose stranger things have happened. Have you been here long?

About two months, that's when we first started arriving here.

[It's hard to keep track of time when there's no sunrise or sunset.]

But people keep coming through, and we still don't know how it happens. Everyone is working on it though.

I see. [Two months and they're not much closer to finding out what's happening, and it's definitely not because of their lack of trying. That doesn't sound promising. Matt's brows furrow and he heaves a sigh.]

Are we... going somewhere? Or just... floating? Do we know where we are? [In space he means. Somewhere with recognisable planets still in sight maybe? Or are they just lost in a sea of black? That'd be... oddly familiar.]

We're orbiting around an unknown planet.

[Which is as comforting as it sounds. He shouldn't be worrying about that right now though, and Daisy isn't ready to warn him about all the weird things that happen around here.]

But a lot of progress has been made in here. This place you're in right now? It was sealed shut until last week.

[An unknown planet. Okay. Matt's perception doesn't reach that far; he can barely sense beyond the walls of the ship right now. But if they don't recognise it, chances are Matt wouldn't be of much help there unless he can make landfall.]

Last week? How have any wounded people been treated, then?

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