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entrancelogs2018-02-09 09:57 am
hypoxic) wrote in entrancelogs2018-02-09 09:57 am
[Open] an equation of variables
Who: Leo Fitz and/or Jemma Simmons AND YOU?
Where: All over -- Hopefully not around the dinosaurs? (but maybe around the dinosaurs)
When: Feb. 9th - 11th
Rating: Will mark if anything goes above PG13.
Summary: Jemma and Fitz are revisiting a near-death experience they had together. They’re slightly less than okay, but that seems to be going around right now.
The Story:
[ early event ]
[Ten days ago, they’d both been trapped underwater. There’d been an incident. Friends betrayed friends. They’d narrowly avoided death. Twelve hours ago, they’d been coping with the longterm repercussions of that, when a moment of sacrifice has the potential to turn into something much more permanent. Ten minutes ago, they were in the med bay. He’d been sitting up. She’d been trying to help him speak full sentences.
And now they’re here. Wherever “here” even is. They stay together for a lack of other options. And though they’re both easily recognizable by those who know them from Wonderland, there’s a particular sort of freshness to their faces. They’re substantially less weathered, even in their open discomfort. They’ll be cautious and curious both as they explore, though when approaching others, Jemma might be the one who does most of the talking.]
[ Jemma ]
[And there is quite a bit to talk about -- where the hell are they, who are these people, why are they here -- the questions are dizzying and almost endless and fade into the background almost immediately.
Fitz becomes her first priority, and she can sense that this grates on his nerves. Though they were told both the aphasia and nerve damage to his hand could improve with time and therapy, it’s still very fresh and frustrating. She wants to help, but that help seems to do little and less to improve matters. Still, in this strange place, she’s not going to lose track of her best friend and let him shove her away completely.
There is a lab that has traces of her and Fitz inside. She’s never seen it before, but if she could dream up a lab space, this looked very close to what she might come up with. There’s a library, a nice quiet space to sort through thoughts and find lots of books, which have given her comfort since she was a child. A girl’s gotta eat, so look, a kitchen (it gives you whatever you want! It’s almost too good to be true). And -- are those dinosaurs outside? Jemma’s not going to go out there to check (she’s had quite enough adventure for a while, thank you very much) but she’ll definitely be looking out windows and might venture up to higher floors to get a better look at them from the top. If she has to go looking for Fitz, she could end up just about anywhere.]
[ Fitz ]
[Sometimes when Jemma is absorbed with everything, Fitz sneaks off for space. He’s fully aware that he’s a liability like this. He’s holding her back, and possibly keeping her from solving the problem of getting them all home. She’s wasting her time taking care of him instead of handling the situation. So he’ll stay by himself as well, holing up in a lab that has his name everywhere (even though he can’t remember ever being here before), or sneaking down to the kitchen for snacks. He might even peek outside to check on the dinosaur issue for himself. He’d like to be helpful, if he can manage it.]
[OOC: Liz and I will both be tagging this post. Please specify if you’d like to thread with Jemma, Fitz, or both. (respective plotting comments linked) Our schedules tend to clash, so the “both” option will probably result in a slower thread. Sorry in advance!]
Where: All over -- Hopefully not around the dinosaurs? (but maybe around the dinosaurs)
When: Feb. 9th - 11th
Rating: Will mark if anything goes above PG13.
Summary: Jemma and Fitz are revisiting a near-death experience they had together. They’re slightly less than okay, but that seems to be going around right now.
The Story:
[ early event ]
[Ten days ago, they’d both been trapped underwater. There’d been an incident. Friends betrayed friends. They’d narrowly avoided death. Twelve hours ago, they’d been coping with the longterm repercussions of that, when a moment of sacrifice has the potential to turn into something much more permanent. Ten minutes ago, they were in the med bay. He’d been sitting up. She’d been trying to help him speak full sentences.
And now they’re here. Wherever “here” even is. They stay together for a lack of other options. And though they’re both easily recognizable by those who know them from Wonderland, there’s a particular sort of freshness to their faces. They’re substantially less weathered, even in their open discomfort. They’ll be cautious and curious both as they explore, though when approaching others, Jemma might be the one who does most of the talking.]
[ Jemma ]
[And there is quite a bit to talk about -- where the hell are they, who are these people, why are they here -- the questions are dizzying and almost endless and fade into the background almost immediately.
Fitz becomes her first priority, and she can sense that this grates on his nerves. Though they were told both the aphasia and nerve damage to his hand could improve with time and therapy, it’s still very fresh and frustrating. She wants to help, but that help seems to do little and less to improve matters. Still, in this strange place, she’s not going to lose track of her best friend and let him shove her away completely.
There is a lab that has traces of her and Fitz inside. She’s never seen it before, but if she could dream up a lab space, this looked very close to what she might come up with. There’s a library, a nice quiet space to sort through thoughts and find lots of books, which have given her comfort since she was a child. A girl’s gotta eat, so look, a kitchen (it gives you whatever you want! It’s almost too good to be true). And -- are those dinosaurs outside? Jemma’s not going to go out there to check (she’s had quite enough adventure for a while, thank you very much) but she’ll definitely be looking out windows and might venture up to higher floors to get a better look at them from the top. If she has to go looking for Fitz, she could end up just about anywhere.]
[ Fitz ]
[Sometimes when Jemma is absorbed with everything, Fitz sneaks off for space. He’s fully aware that he’s a liability like this. He’s holding her back, and possibly keeping her from solving the problem of getting them all home. She’s wasting her time taking care of him instead of handling the situation. So he’ll stay by himself as well, holing up in a lab that has his name everywhere (even though he can’t remember ever being here before), or sneaking down to the kitchen for snacks. He might even peek outside to check on the dinosaur issue for himself. He’d like to be helpful, if he can manage it.]
[OOC: Liz and I will both be tagging this post. Please specify if you’d like to thread with Jemma, Fitz, or both. (respective plotting comments linked) Our schedules tend to clash, so the “both” option will probably result in a slower thread. Sorry in advance!]
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[ oh, okay, this is falling a bit more into line with things she's heard and stories he's told. but she ignores the interrogation a moment longer to focus on this funny little semantic argument. ]
Let us try to stick with accurate jargon, Agent Fitz. Mind our biases. You'd never opt for 'damaged' in a briefing, would you? I should hope not. We're not in the business of catchy headlines.
[ or emotional language -- even if fitz had intended to use it to pierce himself and no one else. ]
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[ but he settles after her admonition. Is this why he's started conjuring a Peggy Carter? Because his Jemma is too accepting of his failures? ]
Apologies, ma'am.
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[ she leans back against the counter again. there's a child upstairs waiting on her, yes, but she suspect that child can wait a moment longer. never hire peggy as your babysitter. ]
If I'm not real, then why even apologize to me?
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You're still Peggy Carter. [ it doesn't really matter that she's fictional. ]
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[ -- or maybe she does, actually, but right now that doesn't play to her argument. ]
It's not me you're hurting when you talk like that.
[ damaged. honestly. ]
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[ he squints at her, not sure what she could possibly mean. Isn't this simply a question of decorum? ]
Is this about... [ he's got this he's got this it's right there hold on ] ... rank? Or -- pro...f-f-fess...ionalization?
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Not at all. [ she hesitates. it's uncanny, really, how these conversations put her straight back into the bench seat of an ssr car, sitting next a scrawny steve rogers. ] I suppose it's only that I hate to see a good man be so hard on himself.
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That's kind of you, ma'am.
[ but of course it is. There's unlimited support for him where his visions are concerned. ]
And I am getting better. Every day there's progress. I have to be... um. I have to be... [ "Patience" hasn't quite returned to him beyond a conceptual level. ]
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Brave? Bold. Resourceful. Creative.
[ patience is for saints, agent fitz. ]
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Right. Those things.
[ comforted, he'll even return to his discarded snack. Thanks, imaginary Peggy Carter. ]
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[ she huffs a breath. responsibility tugs at her better nature, and peggy points a finger at the bag of food she's assembled. ]
I've got a little girl waiting on me. Upstairs. She's been through a lot, I fear, and probably shouldn't be left alone any longer.
[ but one last sliver of kindness: ] Unless you feel you need a bit of company. You could join us, if you like.
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Is. That all right? [ it really shouldn't even be possible. ]
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[ go on, fitz. question the invitation she's already given you. ]
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I. Can't think of a reason.
[ not one reason. More like eighty. ]
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It still doesn't seem possible, but he is a bit peckish.]
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