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entrancelogs2018-08-11 11:10 am
hypoxic) wrote in entrancelogs2018-08-11 11:10 am
open | it's not the finding, but the searching
Who: Doctor Fitz and OPEN
Where: All over, but increasingly in 600/602 on the first floor.
When: August-September
Rating: PG, will warn for higher. CW for a general species-ist perspective in his narrative text though
Summary: A catch-all log for the doctor poking his fingers into things. This cycle: Lab nonsense, Hydra-ing up the gaudy unused shield HQ, trying to build up some alcohol tolerance, and making some moves about this infestation of powered people because THIS PLACE CAN TURN EVERYONE INTO BIRDS KILL IT KILL IT WITH FIRE. I don't mind making more specific starters for people who aren't already in his social circle, so please come at me here or on plurk if you want to hash something out.
Also, if you want Monika before/instead of Fitz, just drop it in the subject line and we'll make it happen for you.
The Story:
[ Sixth floor bar ]
[This is, ostensibly, the only bar with any class and dignity. As such, the doctor will patronize specifically this, sampling proper Earth liquors and pounding shots when appropriate. Perhaps his tolerance for harder drinking isn't quite what he recalls, but that's all the more reason to sit there for long stretches. Everything requires endurance training now and again, and it's important for a man to have a strong drinking ability.
If there are others available to join him, he'll acknowledge them with a nod and a tilt of his glass. Drinking is always better when it happens in a social environment. It's how bonds are forged.]
[ First floor, SHIELD HQ ]
[He tells them that it's necessary for safety purposes. If he's going to build the portal up from scratch, he won't repeat the mistake of preparing it in a populated space. It's an excuse to divorce himself from the general group of people who know their own Fitz, who want him to smile and keep his head down and work on fanciful dalliances that lead nowhere.
How could anyone have the energy to do something like that, after what's been going on? After they've had their very humanity torn away from them like some kind of game? This is unhealthy. It must've already driven the rest of them mad. He won't let it get to him. He can see right through the truth of it. The magic-users and the powered people are subhuman trash trying to dilute the human race, and the humans are happy to let it happen. It's disgusting. They're all infected. And if the need arises, they'll all have to burn down with the rest of it.
They can have their food festivals and their social events. They might be able to forget what was done to them. But Wonderland has actively declared war, and Doctor Leopold Fitz did not get where he is by lying down in the face of conflict.
Throughout August, he'll be adding pieces to the massive supercomputer there, as well as framing the base for something big enough to fit human life. And sometimes, visitors might be greeted by a bright feminine voice while he's in a back room occupied with something else entirely. Feel free to say hello to Monika while you wait. She's perfectly sweet and innocent. Really.]
Where: All over, but increasingly in 600/602 on the first floor.
When: August-September
Rating: PG, will warn for higher. CW for a general species-ist perspective in his narrative text though
Summary: A catch-all log for the doctor poking his fingers into things. This cycle: Lab nonsense, Hydra-ing up the gaudy unused shield HQ, trying to build up some alcohol tolerance, and making some moves about this infestation of powered people because THIS PLACE CAN TURN EVERYONE INTO BIRDS KILL IT KILL IT WITH FIRE. I don't mind making more specific starters for people who aren't already in his social circle, so please come at me here or on plurk if you want to hash something out.
Also, if you want Monika before/instead of Fitz, just drop it in the subject line and we'll make it happen for you.
The Story:
[ Sixth floor bar ]
[This is, ostensibly, the only bar with any class and dignity. As such, the doctor will patronize specifically this, sampling proper Earth liquors and pounding shots when appropriate. Perhaps his tolerance for harder drinking isn't quite what he recalls, but that's all the more reason to sit there for long stretches. Everything requires endurance training now and again, and it's important for a man to have a strong drinking ability.
If there are others available to join him, he'll acknowledge them with a nod and a tilt of his glass. Drinking is always better when it happens in a social environment. It's how bonds are forged.]
[ First floor, SHIELD HQ ]
[He tells them that it's necessary for safety purposes. If he's going to build the portal up from scratch, he won't repeat the mistake of preparing it in a populated space. It's an excuse to divorce himself from the general group of people who know their own Fitz, who want him to smile and keep his head down and work on fanciful dalliances that lead nowhere.
How could anyone have the energy to do something like that, after what's been going on? After they've had their very humanity torn away from them like some kind of game? This is unhealthy. It must've already driven the rest of them mad. He won't let it get to him. He can see right through the truth of it. The magic-users and the powered people are subhuman trash trying to dilute the human race, and the humans are happy to let it happen. It's disgusting. They're all infected. And if the need arises, they'll all have to burn down with the rest of it.
They can have their food festivals and their social events. They might be able to forget what was done to them. But Wonderland has actively declared war, and Doctor Leopold Fitz did not get where he is by lying down in the face of conflict.
Throughout August, he'll be adding pieces to the massive supercomputer there, as well as framing the base for something big enough to fit human life. And sometimes, visitors might be greeted by a bright feminine voice while he's in a back room occupied with something else entirely. Feel free to say hello to Monika while you wait. She's perfectly sweet and innocent. Really.]
no subject
[ he hates to see himself in this room at all, hates to see himself align with SHIELD, representing it. trying to be - what? his father, all over again? ]
The Avengers never had the right to police themselves. SHIELD never had the right to hide things from people just because they might not see eye to eye. This whole thing reads wrong - it's presumptuous and it's dangerous. Your reasoning makes sense, it does. I feel it. But I also know where I heard it before - it came from me and it led down to Ultron.
[ he shakes his head ]
And you hated that part, you were right to. You're going to let Wonderland change that?
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What would Jarvis have said, if you could consult with him?
[Was it a progression? Failed experiments that left him without his favorite imaginary friends? What is the life of a Tony Stark without the guidance of Hydra to keep him on the proper path?]
no subject
[ He doesn't miss a beat, the answer is as natural, as easy as supplying his own name were he asked to. He scoffs, shakes his head. ]
You should know who you're talking about when you try to make a point.
[ JARVIS is named after someone, after all. ]
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I've done it again, haven't I? It's something else I'm missing?
[The lines in his face go soft, his eyes dewy and pitiable. They expect weakness from their Fitz. Does Stark also trample on their weak little pet? ]
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[ namely, everything about this place. the SHIELD vision, the AI, the whole nine yards. It all rubs him the wrong way mainly because he can't settle all of this with the man who has cried and bitched at her since his arrival. ]
Seriously, what is all of this about?
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When I was home, there was an incident.
[He stops early. Let them ask him for more. It's worked so far.]
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She glances between Tony and the Doctor, frowning, then she puts the pieces together. An act! She's good at acting!
Suddenly, she lets out a soft whimper of sympathy. See! She's helping! ]
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[ w e i r d ]
So I get it, the world is weird, Wonderland is weirder but this here is - actually weirder than both. If there ever was a proof that geniuses need to work with people.
[ he gestures around them. there it is ]
I'm the worst choice for this, seriously, talk to Rogers. Try to get this past him.
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Because it seems that it's enough of a distraction to pull Stark's attention away from how pitiful and tragic their little lab help has become. There's no curiosity about the tragic events from "home." Just the advice to shrink back to talk with a man who ought to be dead.]
I didn't come to him. I came to you. You're the only one I can trust with this.
[And his eyes are so big and sad. Who could possibly deny something this pathetic?]
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HELPING!
Because why wouldn't the Doctor need her help? Clearly he's been sending her subtle signals for it! She's going to get so much praise for this later on, she can feel it. ]