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[technologist]

[ Home vs. the Tranquility is an obvious choice for most people. For the ones from somewhere particularly awful, the ship's the better option; and for some, there isn't much of an option at all.

Fitz had spent several months thinking he was part of the latter group. He'd thought home meant certain death, so he should appreciate cheating it while he had the chance. Since that had been proven wrong, home had resumed being the obvious choice, despite all its complications — but now Jemma's here, and things are somehow better than they'd been back at the Playground. Add to that a friendly research team offering help to the passengers of the TQ, and the end result is dwelling on questions he probably shouldn't be.

And a broad question for the network, minus much context. ]

Whenever the ship's docked somewhere, it's been too dangerous to stay. But if it wasn't, or if you could get off the ship without going home, would you? If it were possible to go somewhere safe. Different, and not home, but safe.

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[propheretic]

Oh? Who do you know?

[technologist]

[ WELL. ]

Sirius and Remus. They're both from the same place.

[ And Severus, but he hasn't spoken to him in ages. It's a little awkward. Anyway, speaking of being from the same place: ]

Have you ever heard of Hufflepuff?

[propheretic]

[huffa-whatta]

...No.

But I do have others here from my world. Just one other mage, as far as I know.

[technologist]

Just checking.

If the other mage from your world can't help with your hand, you should try the other wizards. Or medbay.

[propheretic]

There's no helping my hand, I'm afraid. It will settle soon enough.

Probably.

[technologist]

What power does it channel?
If it's ok to ask

[propheretic]

[Let's just hold on a second here.]

It's not not okay, but

can I ask

what's your name? More importantly

What's your answer to this question you've asked?

[technologist]

[ bUT. ]

Fitz.

And I don't know. I thought hearing what other people had to say might help.

[ Which is 99% the truth, even if it's a little unsatisfactory. ]

What's your name?

[propheretic]

[Well, fair enough. He won't press.]

Dasharathi.

The mark is ... .... connected to something called the Fade. I suppose you'd call it the spirit world, in general terms. It's parallel to the physical world, at least in Thedas.

[technologist]

[ Oh ok. Totally not a mouthful. ]

Like dimensions? Sort of like here versus where we all come from. Places you can exist, but different. We had something like that at home, I think, except I'm not entirely sure it was for spirits.

[propheretic]

[DASHA IS FINE ...]

Not--dimensions. It's a place we visit when we dream. Most of us, anyway. It's our collective subconscious made manifest, I think. Difficult to qualify. Point is: my mark can open and close the way.

[technologist]

[ GOOD. Also he's not totally convinced they aren't still talking dimensions, but he'll leave it for now. ]

That does sound difficult to qualify, yeah.

Does it do anything here? The mark

[propheretic]

Hurts, mostly.

[technologist]

Have you tried medbay?

Sometimes science can manage what magic can't

[propheretic]

I could give it a go. I'm not sure what use it would be. It's not an open wound, or--a wound at all, really.

Just feels like it sometimes. It reacts to spirits, strange things. Things outside the physical.

[technologist]

Is there much of that here? Things outside the physical

[propheretic]

There certainly were, just recently. All over the corridors.