Leo Fitz (
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I would break the laws of gravity
Who: Leo Fitz and OPEN (log is for all, some closed starters in comments)
Where: Checkerboard Hills
When: August 9th, just past midnight
Rating: PG+
Summary: Man returns to Wonderland after two months at home under heavy stress. Man throws toddler-level tantrum in public space. As adults are wont to do.
The Story:
[Apparently, the stories are true. When one leaves Wonderland, one is thrust back home without memory. There's nothing to prevent the mistakes he should know to avoid, no way to apply the emotional developments he's earned. It's just the harsh progression of time, doing what time wishes. And there's no way to stop it from bringing them back before they're ready to come back.
When Fitz arrives, it's facedown into a patch of eternally-manicured grass. The memories hit all at once, but they're not memories he wants. He doesn't need to know about a ridiculous fantasy dimension holding people hostage. He was kind of in the middle of something a little life-or-death...!
It's too much to hold, and far more than he can process. Instead of wandering back to the mansion and settling back into his personal space, he stays where he is, pulling himself up to his hands and knees and tearing at the grass in open distress, shouting out at nothing and everything all at once.]
Not now! There's no time for this!
[Some people hit pillows. Right now, he's technically landscaping. And he's definitely not tearing up. That's probably all the dirt he's dislodging.]
Where: Checkerboard Hills
When: August 9th, just past midnight
Rating: PG+
Summary: Man returns to Wonderland after two months at home under heavy stress. Man throws toddler-level tantrum in public space. As adults are wont to do.
The Story:
[Apparently, the stories are true. When one leaves Wonderland, one is thrust back home without memory. There's nothing to prevent the mistakes he should know to avoid, no way to apply the emotional developments he's earned. It's just the harsh progression of time, doing what time wishes. And there's no way to stop it from bringing them back before they're ready to come back.
When Fitz arrives, it's facedown into a patch of eternally-manicured grass. The memories hit all at once, but they're not memories he wants. He doesn't need to know about a ridiculous fantasy dimension holding people hostage. He was kind of in the middle of something a little life-or-death...!
It's too much to hold, and far more than he can process. Instead of wandering back to the mansion and settling back into his personal space, he stays where he is, pulling himself up to his hands and knees and tearing at the grass in open distress, shouting out at nothing and everything all at once.]
Not now! There's no time for this!
[Some people hit pillows. Right now, he's technically landscaping. And he's definitely not tearing up. That's probably all the dirt he's dislodging.]
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[He bristles, more than he was already.]
Should've just put a bullet in his head when I had the opportunity.
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Do you really think it's possible, though? To find a way around that rule? [He definitely doesn't sound comfortable with the idea, basically at all. As much as death is supposed to be a permanent thing, the project Fitz is talking about undertaking... it's a lot to consider. And Cisco isn't entirely sure he wants to be part of something that touches those parts of Wonderland.]
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[But his hard edges don't soften.]
When he was here, we spoke. I was going to put us on even ground, so we'd both be at four. I had second thoughts then, figured he'd declare war if I killed him straight away.
... What I need is containment. There's no prison system here. I'm tired of being afraid.
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There's also no judge, jury, or law systems here... People will have a field day with it, you know. [His voice is a little put-on, for something that isn't quite his own.] 'Here comes the scientist who thinks he knows what's best for everyone', 'Who died and made you God?', 'How exactly do you plan on deciding who gets contained and on what grounds?'...
[He shakes his head a little.] I'd want Thawne in there in two seconds flat if we made a cell that could contain a meta. But who am I, but the wounded bird, to judge? Far as I've been able to tell, people come here with a second chance card, judged for their Wonderland crimes, not the ones at home.
I'm not saying it's a bad idea, it's a good one, but there's a lot of logistics to work out. You can't just secretly work on a Wonderland containment system and suddenly unveil it one day when it's necessary. ['Are you ready for that kind of commitment?' is the question that burns on the end of his tongue, but considering how long the two of them worked on their last project, and the fact that he knows Fitz was involved with other long-term things before in the interest of getting home, too...kind of makes it a moot point.]
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[He adjusts the visual again, removing the Hydra logo and drawing up preliminary schematics for a cage with invisible walls.]
It can be modified to nullify powers, of course. We've already established that similar principles work between your metas and our inhumans. Nullified containment is standard procedure when a new Inhuman is in transition and can't control him-or-herself properly yet.
[Two birds, one stone.]
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[Really, Fitz. He doesn't hate the idea nearly as much as all this Devil's Advocate stuff is making it seem like. He likes the idea. He just doesn't want another secret project exploding in his face.]
Yeah, that would probably be a good plan. Add whatever enhancements we can to it, try to counter for anything anyone here might be able to do as much as we can.
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[And who cares what smallminded antiintellectuals think about matters that don't concern them? At least Cisco isn't continuing to press the issue.]
It's a longterm goal, but one that I think we ought to strive for nonetheless.
[But he'll look away from the schematics after that, taking in Cisco's expression.]
... But you're all right with everything we discussed? You still won't mind having Jemma and me work in close quarters?
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It's worth it. [He can't deny that.
He tips his head a little and can't quite stop the smile that tugs up on corner of his mouth.] Yeah, man, it's fine. I mean, it's a lot, but I don't have a problem with it. You guys are my friends, you being secret spies doesn't really change that.
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The feeling is mutual.
... But I'm not entirely certain about what to do about the other issue. She's... complicated, still.
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He frowns a bit at that and nods a little.] Yeah... How exactly are you wanting to handle that?
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[He watches Cisco in all seriousness.]
I said I'd trust you. You know her better than anyone else. It's your call if you'd want to trust her.
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Look, I know that you guys have...your issues, and I get it, I respect it, but...the Caitlin you got off on the wrong foot with is...nothing like the one I know. [There's a slight pause, and he decides against going into a spiel about her, making it seem like he's trying to sell her to him; instead, he leaves it simple:] She's one of my best friends, Fitz. I'd trust Caitlin with my life. And I'd trust her with this, too.
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[He'll begin shutting down the display, eclipsing them both in darkness.]
Full disclosure before we've so much as packed a box.
[And that's all there is to it. There's no need to overcomplicate things.]
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[There's a beat, but...before he turns to leave, he smiles a little, genuine and appreciative.] Thanks, Fitz.
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There's nothing to thank me for.
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[He opens the door again, sending a beam of light flooding into the space. The room is devoid of equipment again, as if it had been empty the whole time.]
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That's a good part of why we do our best to keep the existence of powered people under wraps. We have some high-profile heroes, but more often than not people are inclined to be afraid of the unknown. The news primarily wants to instill panic in people. The fear makes it difficult for powered people to find safe communities of their own.
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[His tone is tender and encouraging.]
There's nothing wrong with any of you. You aren't broken.
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I know. [Sort of. Sometimes.] It's just... I dunno, I know it's kinda dumb and completely pointless to worry about it now, logically I know that, there's no going back, we can't change what happened. But I'm literally part of the reason that metahumans even exist. People wouldn't even have a reason to adjust to anything if we'd stopped the particle accelerator project when Hartley pointed out that something was weird about Wells. It's a bitter sort of irony, you know?
[There had been chances to stop it, but unfortunately it's only hindsight that's 20/20. People never quite see the things right in front of them, until it's too late.]
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We can't expect the Big Bang to reverse itself.
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