video;

[hypoxic]

[There's some fumbling with the camera then, the usual motion blur that can be associated with a newcomer exploring unfamiliar technology.]

Right, so that's the camera there. And the microphone is... Oh, well that's a bit on the nose isn't it? I suppose that would make it easier for the lay user.

[A bit more shifting then, until he sets his device on a flat surface. The image is a small, softbodied man with a pointed intensity in his eyes. He speaks softly, in a thick Scottish brogue.]

H-hello -- to whomever might be listening. I apologize for this interruption, but I'm searching for someone in particular. I have reason to believe that Jemma Simmons has been staying among you. If you know her, it's imperative that I make contact with her. My name is Leo Fitz -- I followed her here.

[He doesn't mention SHIELD or their duties, though. The agency is such a touchy issue in the public eye, it might be a condemnation to draw unnecessary attention to it. There was no telling what kind of people lived here.]

Oh, I hope languages won't be an issue. Though I suppose it should be fine if we utilize this text function...

[His stare shifts pensively from the display to the camera and back again. His instinct is to pull apart this hardware and improve upon the flaws, but that would be entirely counterproductive to his means.]

Comments

[hypoxic]

[There's also option C, in which Fitz exhausted the spectrum of Earth-based solutions and had been in the middle of throwing a frustration tantrum that ultimately would have proven fruitless for transport at all. Coincidental timing indeed.]

Sadly, no. It would be like trying to carry a hunk of Stonehenge in my pocket, I reckon.

Assuming that you've got a frame of reference for that. Sorry - I wasn't actually expecting to find English-speakers here.

[radiopalkiller]

You can find just about anything here, English-speakers included. I'll get you the tourist guide.

[ Philip attaches the tourist guide in his message. ]

Bummer though. An interdimensional pocket Stonehenge portal would've come in handy.

[hypoxic]

Handy, yes, if one was working on a particularly intensive workout regime. Good for the quads, I imagine.

[He's reviewing the guide now, gleaning the differences here from the other one he'd received. This place needs two pamphlets? It isn't encouraging to know that there was enough time to design two of them.]

[radiopalkiller]

So, let's rewind for a bit: What exactly WERE you expecting to find, on the other side of that portal of yours?

[ Idly curiosity, and all that. More fun theories, less quads workout. ]

[hypoxic]

I expected to find my lab partner.

[He knows it's not the answer he was expected to provide. But it's the most direct one, at least. It doesn't matter where he was headed. It would always be a rescue mission.]

[radiopalkiller]

That's the woman you mentioned? [ Hang on, quick check of the original transmission there. Here we go: ] Jemma Simmons? Nobody by that name here right now, not as far as I know. Don't think she's been here lately either, but I don't check the guestbook regularly.

[ Not least of all because there is no guestbook. Note to self: Consider setting up a guestbook. ]

[hypoxic]

That seems to be the consensus I'm gathering. It's a little disconcerting. I'll need to adjust my hypothesis and work out additional tests.

[That doesn't mean he's abandoning the idea that his arrival was intentional; it's just looking more like the "time" part of spacetime transport was a little off.]

[radiopalkiller]

You can never have too many additional tests in the weird magic place. [ Wait. ] Wait, that may have come across as sarcastic, let me try again: What sort of tests?

[hypoxic]

To start, it would most likely be best to analyze the environment here. I've been told that traditional laws of physics don't apply here, which means we'll probably need to determine the new rules at play. From the looks of things, we're presently in a dimension that leans heavily on Schrödinger's principles; I'll most likely begin there.

[radiopalkiller]

Well, good luck with that. Shoot me a message when the paper's ready to be published. Name's Philip, by the way.