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

[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.]