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[blindninja]

» 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.

Comments

[blindninja]

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.]

[morethan084]

[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?]

[blindninja]

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?

[morethan084]

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.

[blindninja]

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.]

[morethan084]

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.

[blindninja]

[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?

[morethan084]

With the small amount of med kits we had found.

[And Steve Rogers playing nurse with her anytime she got injured.]

So this was a pretty big leap, even if I don’t really know what a lot of this stuff does.

[She had to imagine this was even more stressful for him, being in a completely new place and unable to see. Did he even have his stick with him? She remembers watching him zoom around the orphanage with that thing.

Without even really thinking about it, Daisy reaches out to put her hand gently on top of his.]

We’ll find a way out of here. Then you can go back to being New York’s best lawyer.

[If he’s still alive anyway.]

[blindninja]

[Matt's brows furrow at the idea that anyone would be getting hurt here and having to make do with what little supplies this sparse place accorded them, but his expression lightens when he feels the warmth of her hand envelope his. He turns his head away from their hands, smiling absently.

'We're gonna be the best damn avocados this city has ever seen.']

Okay. For what it's worth, Daisy, I'm glad you made it out of there okay.

[morethan084]

[She sure as hell didn't make it out of there okay, but she lies for his sake. Despite him being blind, Daisy still forces a smile.]

Thanks.

[Letting go of his hand after a few seconds, Daisy moves to stand.]

I'm going to get you some water. I'll be right back, okay?

[blindninja]

Oh- uh... thanks. [He would have told her he was fine and not to bother, but. It feels like she's been taking care of him since they met.] You're always helping me out. I'm sorry. [Yeah, he's apologising for being blind.]

[morethan084]

You’re apologizing for me wanting to help you?

[Come on, Matt. Daisy nudges the glass against his hand so he knew where it was, but she wasn’t letting go until he had a grip on it.]

What’s being a lawyer like?

[blindninja]

No, I-... just feel like I must be a burden. [And yeah, there's a lot of things they learnt about burdens from their caregivers, but she didn't exactly take to Catholicism the way he did.]

It's uhm... it's a lot of hard work. And a little stressful. [He moves slowly to sit up properly and takes a small sip. It still feels like swallowing rocks, but he'll be better at holding fluids down than eating right now.]

Maybe I made it stressful with my choice of clients. [Said with a small laugh.] It can be rewarding to see people get compensated, or closure and they can move on, but. Sometimes disappointing, depending on how the jury goes.

[morethan084]

You're not.

[Did he really think she would see him as a burden? Especially right now when he's pretty badly injured. Daisy takes the glass back from him once he's done sipping at the water, just so he doesn't lose his grip on it.]

So you're civil rights lawyer?

[blindninja]

Sometimes. We're primarily criminal defence attorneys, my colleague and I, but we handled forced evictions, workers compensation, criminal negligence. Helped out where we could after people were displaced from their homes and small businesses by 'the incident'. [In other words he never stopped being the little guy fighting for the other little guys getting steamrolled by high flyers.]

You're not in trouble are you?

[morethan084]

I can see why that would be stressful.

[Daisy laughs, but, really. That’s pretty insane. And maybe at times dangerous? When he asks her if she’s in trouble, he probably means it as a joke. And yet, little did he know...]

Not right this minute, no.

[A joke, but also, pretty accurate to just how insane her life normally is.]

Laws don’t really apply here anyway. Which I’m sure is exactly what a lawyer wants to hear.

[blindninja]

Just making sure you weren't asking because you needed help back home. [Yeah, he might be teasing her. He's allowed to have one positive, upbeat interaction around here, surely.]

It's not very reassuring for a blind man either. I just have to hope everyone's treating each other well.

[morethan084]

[Maybe it's better that he doesn't know she was on the most wanted list back home or had been for a while. Now SHIELD as a whole is, well, it's a mess.

It's probably a good thing he can't see her right now. Especially with the way she's got bruises on her neck and around her nose.]

For the most part. Some days are worse than others.

[Or weeks.]

There are rooms here, I don't know if you knew that. They're not very big, but neither were the rooms at St. Agnes.

[blindninja]

[He can smell and taste that she's a little banged up, but it didn't seem too severe that she'd be staying around here for a while. The whole med bay smells a little sterile. It's probably as plain as it looks and it would drive anyone up the wall being confined to a bed like this.]

I was in one, upstairs. 6.27. [He remembers stumbling into that bleeding all over it, at least, even if some of the other details were a little fuzzy.] It seemed vacant.

[morethan084]

I'm up on that floor too. 6.08, if you ever need anything.

[There were a lot of rooms, and sometimes it was hard to keep up with who was where.]

Is that where you woke up?

[The fact that he can remember being up there, and is still awake, Daisy takes as a good sign.]

[blindninja]

[The numbers will start blurring into a messy string once everyone starts giving him their room numbers.] I ended up there. [Then Frank dragged him out, or something.]

Suppose I should go back. I think I made a bit of a mess.

[morethan084]

[Daisy was not a doctor by any means, but he's in pretty rough shape.]

I don't think you need to worry about that right now.

[She assumes that's where he was trying to go when she found him on the ground right outside.]

Who patched you up?

[blindninja]

I don't know. [He just woke up like this.] I don't know how I... got out. Just- Frank moved me here. [Moved. Carried. Same thing.]

[morethan084]

Okay, well, I don't know if moving right now is such a good idea.

[She sure as hell wouldn't be able to carry him. Damn, Matt, when did you start working out? He was pretty scrawny the last she saw of him, then again, she's definitely changed too.]

Are you cold?

[blindninja]

A little. But I'm alright. [He insists. As he's bleeding out of a few holes. To be honest he's just a little wary of his injuries, potentially having to explain the few visible scars to her.] Thanks.