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[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.]

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[hypoxic]

[He could stop and explain it properly, but the second part takes far more importance.]

You haven't found Jemma yet either? Have you been looking?

Daisy, she could be hurt somewhere.

[She's here. He knows she's here. She has to be here.

Jemma's not dead.]

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[tremoring]

[now is not the time for sarcasm, but if it were, she might say... no she's been bullshitting around drinking margaritas.]

I tried to touch base with everyone I could who might be here and familiar when I got here and a few days after. That was like step one. I stalk the network and keep my eyes sharp. [So yes, she's always looking out for arrivals from their world.]

Do you think she's hurt here? [Because no, not a good thought, but if he has an actual reason to believe that she's missed seeing Jemma here, he should share with the class and she'll 100% go out to help him find their friend.]

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[hypoxic]

I think she could be. How else could she have been part of this community for so long without a trace? If this is where the monolith leads, then this is where she's gone.

[Because she's here. She's here and she's alive because she has to be.]

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[tremoring]

I don't think ... [It is where it leads.

But, sigh, she just trails off there. That would be a weird ass -- weirder -- monolith if it sent people to this place.] Okay, where are you? Lemme come find you and we can compare notes or search or whatever you want.

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[hypoxic]

[It doesn't particularly matter what you think, Daisy. He's the genius here. If he says this was caused by the monolith, then it was caused by the monolith. And it has to be that way because it's the last thing he can think to try.]

It's some kind of... kitchen, or cafeteria. Plenty of people gathered round with food. I reckon it's easy enough to find.

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[tremoring]

[Fitz you are stubborn but you have a big heart so it's probably ok.]

Mmm food. [And with that she takes off to find him, heading towards the kitchen. La la la la la.

So, when she does come face to face with him: ]

I assume you've eaten something in here by now? [Because if not she's gonna try to make him eat something.]

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[hypoxic]

[when she finds him, he's actively switching between conversations, typing furiously and responding to others. He's perhaps overly focused, but that's all he's really been these last few months.

He smiles to Daisy. Daisy's here and she's confirmation that this was a good decision. He's not completely failed. Sort of. Somewhat. He needs validation okay.]

Oh? No, I hadn't thought of that. Been busy.

[He can eat when they've found Jemma.]

[tremoring]

[She smiles back and -- omg FITZ you can't go on a mission anywhere without food. But okay.]

How do you feel about PB-and-J now? [Because that's what she's already getting out the stuff for. Or, at least it's also something she can make him take on the go.]

[hypoxic]

[Eating is something that can wait this time. Food is love and love can't happen until Jemma's safe.]

If you want, go ahead.

[He leans back from the screen, grimacing.]

Temporal anomalies?!

Daisy, she might not even have arrived at the same time that we have! People knew her years ago.

[He's fully and firmly fretting now.]

[tremoring]

[She quickly makes a sandwich and shoves it front of him, then just as quickly makes one for herself.]

How many years ago? Because ... yeah time is stupid here like that. [Said with a mouthful of pb&j in her mouth, aw yeah manners. :| lmao.]

[hypoxic]

... Two. I think.

[Food is so not getting touched. Good try, though.]

There's talk about this place being rooted in magic. Is there a way to turn back the clock so we can meet up with her?

[tremoring]

[huff. she tried.]

I'm pretty sure that's a no go, but, uh, you could ask one of the witches here. That sounds more like their forte.

[hypoxic]

Witches.

[He looks away from his monitor, but mostly to give her a skeptical stare.]

Daisy, that's ridiculous.

[tremoring]

I'm ridiculous for saying "oh yeah spoilers witches are real" and you were just saying how this place seems to be rooted in magic and you want to turn back time?

[FITZ PLS.

P L S.]


Juuuuust saying.

[hypoxic]

It's a completely different thing, Daisy. Magic is just science we don't understand yet, and witches are ignorant superstition.

[What contradiction there are no contradictions here.]