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Hello.
I mean hi. It's Fitz from the, y'know.
[ oh god that's — that's just a silly way to start, isn't it. ]
I hope you're well.
[ wow, that's also a profoundly stupid thing to say. nice. ]
Someone else from our approximate point in spacetime has appeared.
[ since they're not 100% sure they're same-universe homies. whatever. he sort of cocked up their second impression, so being open and sharing the information seems... wise, even if his communication skills have gone to pot in the past year. ]
I mean hi. It's Fitz from the, y'know.
[ oh god that's — that's just a silly way to start, isn't it. ]
I hope you're well.
[ wow, that's also a profoundly stupid thing to say. nice. ]
Someone else from our approximate point in spacetime has appeared.
[ since they're not 100% sure they're same-universe homies. whatever. he sort of cocked up their second impression, so being open and sharing the information seems... wise, even if his communication skills have gone to pot in the past year. ]
Dr Strange. We need you. Hawkeye and I. Loki's hurt and infected with whatever-this-is.
I need help treating burns.
Don't be mad.
Don't be mad.
[When Stephen arrives at the safehouse, Markus is already there; his ingrained dislike for possessing idle hands seemingly spiked by the everything of Gaby’s post, the android finds himself busying himself with useful tasks until the other shows. Some inclinations, inherent in someone built to be a caretaker, are apparently indelible — he moves from cot to cot, straightening sheets, tucking in corners, making sure pillows are snug in their rather threadbare pillowcases. He’s picking up one by its corners when he obliquely sees Stephen approach in his periphery.
Tired, mismatched eyes land on the other, but he offers raising brows and a nod of acknowledgment, paired with an amicable look — easy enough to do, an android’s default.]
Keeping myself busy while I wait, since there’s nothing else to do around here.
[Doesn’t mean he still can’t be wry. Because sure, it’s not like they don’t have a million things on their plates; how many of them can they spin at once?
Him and Stephen are about to find out sooner rather than later, he’s sure.]
Tired, mismatched eyes land on the other, but he offers raising brows and a nod of acknowledgment, paired with an amicable look — easy enough to do, an android’s default.]
Keeping myself busy while I wait, since there’s nothing else to do around here.
[Doesn’t mean he still can’t be wry. Because sure, it’s not like they don’t have a million things on their plates; how many of them can they spin at once?
Him and Stephen are about to find out sooner rather than later, he’s sure.]
[ well, that earns Markus an immediate huff of amusement. there could be worse starts: tensions have been high today, and that anyone's got any humour left at all is nothing short of a miracle. it bodes well. ]
Don't you just hate slow days?
[ a quip for a quip, and Stephen would offer his hand in greeting if he weren't aware that neither of them really need the link to understand the general mood of the moment. instead, he tips his head towards the kitchen and dining area. ]
Shall we?
[ though if it's occupied, they may want to find a quieter corner. it's not that he's not open to outside input, but the last thing the newbies need is to have to listen in on discussions about their future before they've even been allowed to go outside. and the last thing Stephen imagines he and Markus need at this stage is minimally informed contributions. ]
Don't you just hate slow days?
[ a quip for a quip, and Stephen would offer his hand in greeting if he weren't aware that neither of them really need the link to understand the general mood of the moment. instead, he tips his head towards the kitchen and dining area. ]
Shall we?
[ though if it's occupied, they may want to find a quieter corner. it's not that he's not open to outside input, but the last thing the newbies need is to have to listen in on discussions about their future before they've even been allowed to go outside. and the last thing Stephen imagines he and Markus need at this stage is minimally informed contributions. ]
buy you a drink?
[ let's chat, stephen!! ]
[ let's chat, stephen!! ]
i need your help.
[ short, sweet, to the point. daisy's equivalent of an sos. there's a pin on the map marking her location, a notation attached indicating she's bringing another displaced and two children with her. another marker indicates a felled soldier -- one alone, on patrol. she doesn't know if una will come back for the body or not, but she wasn't in any position to try and move it herself. ]
we're heading your way
[ short, sweet, to the point. daisy's equivalent of an sos. there's a pin on the map marking her location, a notation attached indicating she's bringing another displaced and two children with her. another marker indicates a felled soldier -- one alone, on patrol. she doesn't know if una will come back for the body or not, but she wasn't in any position to try and move it herself. ]
we're heading your way
[ the flag identifying ishani patil's flat and fitz's strike team intervention flickers green, indicating their successful rescue.
fitz messages within half an hour and sends a pin of his current safehouse. ]
Patil's secure. All stable on our side.
[ but RIP for some UNA fuckers. ]
Where do you need me?
fitz messages within half an hour and sends a pin of his current safehouse. ]
Patil's secure. All stable on our side.
[ but RIP for some UNA fuckers. ]
Where do you need me?
[ "all stable". a weight lifts. one less thing to need to plan for, respond to.
and Fitz survived, which is a plus.
another map goes linked up for Fitz, one specialised with the help of Daisy for the medical team. the safehouses yet to be stocked with the necessary medical supplies are marked in red (many) and stocked ones blue (few), and each safehouse has a marker indicating the number of casualties within waiting for treatment. the plan had been to obtain records of the severity of each case for triaging purposes, but for the most part it's fallen by the wayside. he's getting the numbers where people think to drop their pins, and rarely the information. with the system a franticly newly established effort and only Clarke and himself initially able to put the bulk of their focus on manning it, it's not running as smoothly as it could be. a great prototype for future crises, but not good in the current emergency.
all they can do now is whatever it takes to make what's actually happening work.
Stephen's own marker puts him at a safehouse to the west of Fitz' current position. ]
These still need equipment. I'm making rounds in an arc from where I am, Clarke's likely gone out into the field in her half of the city. If you could track across, pick up the basics for a couple of safehouses and drop them off en route to check in with me here, I'll have figured out where best I can use you.
[ the map's spilt in two, and the med supply storehouse he's already given Fitz the co-ordinates for is carefully positioned along that dividing line. it's en route to the safehouse Stephen's currently working his way through, and there are a couple of red-lit safehouses between them too. ]
And well done.
and Fitz survived, which is a plus.
another map goes linked up for Fitz, one specialised with the help of Daisy for the medical team. the safehouses yet to be stocked with the necessary medical supplies are marked in red (many) and stocked ones blue (few), and each safehouse has a marker indicating the number of casualties within waiting for treatment. the plan had been to obtain records of the severity of each case for triaging purposes, but for the most part it's fallen by the wayside. he's getting the numbers where people think to drop their pins, and rarely the information. with the system a franticly newly established effort and only Clarke and himself initially able to put the bulk of their focus on manning it, it's not running as smoothly as it could be. a great prototype for future crises, but not good in the current emergency.
all they can do now is whatever it takes to make what's actually happening work.
Stephen's own marker puts him at a safehouse to the west of Fitz' current position. ]
These still need equipment. I'm making rounds in an arc from where I am, Clarke's likely gone out into the field in her half of the city. If you could track across, pick up the basics for a couple of safehouses and drop them off en route to check in with me here, I'll have figured out where best I can use you.
[ the map's spilt in two, and the med supply storehouse he's already given Fitz the co-ordinates for is carefully positioned along that dividing line. it's en route to the safehouse Stephen's currently working his way through, and there are a couple of red-lit safehouses between them too. ]
And well done.
Edited (brace for probably 90 more edits maybe not but I don't trust me (typo... and then some touch ups because yolo)) 2019-01-25 23:16 (UTC)
[ hello this is an mid-morning call or voicemail. ]
[ immediately, so fast it's nearly cut off. ] She's missing. [ his voice cracks. god, he should have known when she didn't check in, but he's been so — caught up in his head, like always. so bloody thick. ] Katelin and I've been looking for her, but. [ rushed, not at all like his usual practised control. ] And I, uh, I contacted the bloke she's been seeing, checked in at Vyonation, and called her in sick, scoured the network, pinged her implant. [ a sharp breath. ] The location is still at our flat, flickering, but I don't understand how, when she's not here. She — she ran away in July, but that was because — I was really quite. Horrible. [ wheezes anyway!! ] I don't think she would — nothing happened this time.
[ finally, a beat. ]
Has she answered you at all?
[ immediately, so fast it's nearly cut off. ] She's missing. [ his voice cracks. god, he should have known when she didn't check in, but he's been so — caught up in his head, like always. so bloody thick. ] Katelin and I've been looking for her, but. [ rushed, not at all like his usual practised control. ] And I, uh, I contacted the bloke she's been seeing, checked in at Vyonation, and called her in sick, scoured the network, pinged her implant. [ a sharp breath. ] The location is still at our flat, flickering, but I don't understand how, when she's not here. She — she ran away in July, but that was because — I was really quite. Horrible. [ wheezes anyway!! ] I don't think she would — nothing happened this time.
[ finally, a beat. ]
Has she answered you at all?
[ oh.
by the time Fitz has finished speaking, Stephen knows what's happened. technology doesn't blink here, no phone GPS showing that you went for a walk five blocks away in the middle of the night when you know full well you didn't leave your bed. the technology's in their heads, and it doesn't go wrong.
they do. they go wrong. they flicker. they disappear. ]
No.
[ and shouldn't feel like a blow. he's gone and come back, everything was fine then. keith went home, it can't all be bad. but Stephen has the numbers, the numbers on how many of them ever return. the numbers aren't good. and even that would be okay if they knew where she was. if they knew she'd gone back.
but flickering. link still live. she's not out of the woods, and she's not here. could be Earth, could be the kind of nowhere they go when they're not here and not there. the kind of nowhere he still doesn't remember, perhaps because there was nothing to remember. a blinking second, caught in a moment between places and times. ]
She's not here, Fitz.
by the time Fitz has finished speaking, Stephen knows what's happened. technology doesn't blink here, no phone GPS showing that you went for a walk five blocks away in the middle of the night when you know full well you didn't leave your bed. the technology's in their heads, and it doesn't go wrong.
they do. they go wrong. they flicker. they disappear. ]
No.
[ and shouldn't feel like a blow. he's gone and come back, everything was fine then. keith went home, it can't all be bad. but Stephen has the numbers, the numbers on how many of them ever return. the numbers aren't good. and even that would be okay if they knew where she was. if they knew she'd gone back.
but flickering. link still live. she's not out of the woods, and she's not here. could be Earth, could be the kind of nowhere they go when they're not here and not there. the kind of nowhere he still doesn't remember, perhaps because there was nothing to remember. a blinking second, caught in a moment between places and times. ]
She's not here, Fitz.
[ "have you been practising?" he wants to ask, because everything about this message is the most polite, professional thing he thinks he's seen from Hafid so far, and it's good.
but one wrong word could be the easy undoing. better not. ]
I am. Where's convenient?
but one wrong word could be the easy undoing. better not. ]
I am. Where's convenient?
[This text comes heinously early in the morning; especially for someone more than likely dealing with a hangover, feeling as if nails have been hammered into his eyes.]
Setphn
[Oh god. This awful human body, why.]
Stephen, check your Cooltalk account
Setphn
[Oh god. This awful human body, why.]
Stephen, check your Cooltalk account
Do you see me marauding on the network?
[ no. because he's trying to walk it off
and by walk it off we mean sit in a train carriage speaking to nobody for as many hours as possible ]
Looks like you have good reason for one.
[ not replying doesn't mean he's not always watching. ]
[ no. because he's trying to walk it off
and by walk it off we mean sit in a train carriage speaking to nobody for as many hours as possible ]
Looks like you have good reason for one.
[ not replying doesn't mean he's not always watching. ]
we haven't had a chance to meet, but i'm sure you know of me.
so i'll keep the introduction short. i prefer to be called dick, if you don't mind.
stephen, is it?
[He's not one for small talk when it's serious, so this is as much of a benign comment as your getting, before he gets into the heart of the matter]
so i'll keep the introduction short. i prefer to be called dick, if you don't mind.
stephen, is it?
[He's not one for small talk when it's serious, so this is as much of a benign comment as your getting, before he gets into the heart of the matter]
Hafid needs your help.
I'm sending you a location.
I'm sending you a location.
[ it's no more than a week since the last time he got a message like this. this time, Hafid. ]
What happened?
[ he's at the safehouse when the call comes this time. it means he can pack for the occasion, but first he needs to know what that occasion is. ]
What happened?
[ he's at the safehouse when the call comes this time. it means he can pack for the occasion, but first he needs to know what that occasion is. ]
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