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(leopold) fitz. ([personal profile] technologist) wrote in [community profile] ataraxion2015-04-28 02:20 pm

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[ 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.
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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.
mspoots: (and sail belly up to the clouds)

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[personal profile] mspoots 2015-05-05 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I know. I wish none of us were here, but I'm glad we have each other.

[ She still wishes Coulson was here. It's almost cruel to wish anyone here, but she does it, anyway, because they'd find a way to leave together--all of them. Their team isn't whole right now, but it could be. ]

Hill's okay, too. Mostly.
mspoots: (and I'll sing out my song)

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[personal profile] mspoots 2015-05-08 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Good. That's good, Fitz.

[ It makes her want to train harder. Hill's fine, but Skye wants to be the one who's protecting her friends. ]

She's been helping me train. I'm not letting any more monsters get the jump on any of us.
mspoots: (All I'm losing is me.)

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[personal profile] mspoots 2015-05-10 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll be level whatever before you know it.

[ Assuming she ever gets home and that she remembers anything about this place, of course. ]