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entrancelogs2016-08-09 12:43 am
hypoxic) wrote in entrancelogs2016-08-09 12:43 am
(open) there's got to be a morning after;
Who: Leo Fitz and anyone else who really needs a beer right now
Where: The bar
When: August 9th, during that very still period between the end of the event and the return of everyone's powers.
Rating: PG-13, will note if anything escalates
Summary: Everyone got to live different lives and be different people! And then they woke up with the realization that they might have said or done some things that maybe shouldn't have happened. Beer is the solution to this problem. Come commiserate.
The Story:
[People talked about it, of course. They mentioned that events could change more than just parts of the mansion. But this was the first time Fitz had the chance to experience it. He'd lived an entirely different life, and it was... Pathetic. He'd become a person so steeped in published dogma that he lost track of common sense and self-awareness. He let people perform atrocities on him, all because he "knew" he was adhering to science.
And ever since waking up with his true memories restored, he's felt absolutely sick about it.
He settles down at the bar at just before noon, nursing a beer and brooding. He's not an expert drinker, and lets the beverage sit long enough for condensation to bead along the exterior of the glass between sips. But the sips do come eventually. How else is he going to wash away an alternate lifetime's worth of horrible choices?
Occasionally, he'll glance to whomever's settled down nearby, seeking comfort in shared misery.]
If I never hear the word "mutant" again it'll be too soon, yeah?
[This might be the most social he's been in the four months since his arrival.]
Where: The bar
When: August 9th, during that very still period between the end of the event and the return of everyone's powers.
Rating: PG-13, will note if anything escalates
Summary: Everyone got to live different lives and be different people! And then they woke up with the realization that they might have said or done some things that maybe shouldn't have happened. Beer is the solution to this problem. Come commiserate.
The Story:
[People talked about it, of course. They mentioned that events could change more than just parts of the mansion. But this was the first time Fitz had the chance to experience it. He'd lived an entirely different life, and it was... Pathetic. He'd become a person so steeped in published dogma that he lost track of common sense and self-awareness. He let people perform atrocities on him, all because he "knew" he was adhering to science.
And ever since waking up with his true memories restored, he's felt absolutely sick about it.
He settles down at the bar at just before noon, nursing a beer and brooding. He's not an expert drinker, and lets the beverage sit long enough for condensation to bead along the exterior of the glass between sips. But the sips do come eventually. How else is he going to wash away an alternate lifetime's worth of horrible choices?
Occasionally, he'll glance to whomever's settled down nearby, seeking comfort in shared misery.]
If I never hear the word "mutant" again it'll be too soon, yeah?
[This might be the most social he's been in the four months since his arrival.]
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No, we haven't. [ Said almost like he's not going to care, one way or the other. He still doesn't stop Fitz, though he is pretty sure that whatever he's going to say will have no weight on how Bruce feels about himself, and everything. ]
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He died for you. From what I understand, he's the one you lot started avenging in the first place. And every single member of his team would do the same in a heartbeat. The world needs heroes, doctor banner, a lot more than it needs more government agents.
I'd like to be clear about where we stand on the matter.
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It's so naïve, it's so idealistic. It's not how life works, and it's definitely not how Bruce feels, not anymore anyway. ]
Then the world needs to go find heroes in someone else other than me, because I'm not one.
[ Maybe his voice raises just a hint, or maybe it's just the harsh way he says it, but there's a bitter sort of finality to it. ]
I hope I've made it clear about where I stand on the matter.
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[but he gets where Bruce wants things to be. He pushes himself away from the bar, standing.]
You've got an incredible heart, whether or not you think you do. And I'm going to keep believing in you, because I refuse to believe that Coulson died for no reason.
[Okay so that one might have been unfair. Whatever, it sounded good in his head.]
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Nothing in my life is anymore, apparently. But thanks for the reminder.
[ It's not a sincere thanks, for the record. Obviously it's dripping with sarcasm, and Bruce doesn't even bother glancing at Fitz when he stands up. ]
That's your own problem, then. But you really know nothing. [ you sweet summer child ]
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[the laughter is like a vacuum slurping at the genuine emotion he'd been sharing. He grows stiff, accepting this new disappointment with a bit more poise than he'd handled the Steve issue. It would have been more personally hurtful, he thinks, if it hadn't come at the expense of someone else. Bruce is deliberately abandoning someone who's probably scared and confused, who needs someone to talk to. And for what?]
I hope your day gets better, Doctor.
[He'll see himself out, then. He's not mad. Just disappointed.]