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How are you settling in?
Edited (READING ... AND TYPING ...) 2018-09-26 00:46 (UTC)
[ in the evening, after daisy's cured ]
hey
how are you feeling?
hey
how are you feeling?
[ he barely makes it 12 hours without messaging her, and then thor throws a spanner in the works.
they might blink out of this reality at any moment. ]
Did you hear about Thor?
You know what that means for us.
[ she’s clever enough to have guessed — and read the speculation, including his own. ]
they might blink out of this reality at any moment. ]
Did you hear about Thor?
You know what that means for us.
[ she’s clever enough to have guessed — and read the speculation, including his own. ]
so, how did it go with your gentleman caller?
[ team shield? team gossip more like ]
[ team shield? team gossip more like ]
[ that eve, well, morning, given the upside down schedules, bobbi and daisy both receive a message, its meaning coded months earlier. ]
Hey, things are topsy-turvy at the office. I'll be working from home tonight.
[ An incident has occurred and may find its way to their home, so watch for lurkers and intruders alike. Not an emergency, when they have a separate phrase for that, but it's — it has the potential to turn sour; that's all. ]
Let's postpone dinner until tomorrow.
[ He'll explain later. Promise. ]
Hey, things are topsy-turvy at the office. I'll be working from home tonight.
[ An incident has occurred and may find its way to their home, so watch for lurkers and intruders alike. Not an emergency, when they have a separate phrase for that, but it's — it has the potential to turn sour; that's all. ]
Let's postpone dinner until tomorrow.
[ He'll explain later. Promise. ]
[ does she worry? of course she worries. she can't help but worry, panic only held at bay by the trust that runs bone-deep in her body. but by the time the end of the next workday rolls around, she doesn't want to wait any longer to find out that she's right and he's okay.
much easier to duck out a little early, to offer a believable excuse to her boss; it's easier to just show up, batting eyelashes at the security guard at fitz' office, explaining her unexpected (and unapproved) arrival as a surprise for her newly reconciled love until he sighs good-naturedly and adds a visitor entitlement to her neural id for the rest of the afternoon.
do you need me to show you — he'd offered, but daisy had waved him off. easier to just walk through the halls, making small talk and offering gentle hellos, and to duck into an unused conference room when no one was looking. ]
i thought you might be hungry. your delivery is waiting in room 18A.
[ and by delivery, she means deliver yourself. don't keep her waiting. ]
much easier to duck out a little early, to offer a believable excuse to her boss; it's easier to just show up, batting eyelashes at the security guard at fitz' office, explaining her unexpected (and unapproved) arrival as a surprise for her newly reconciled love until he sighs good-naturedly and adds a visitor entitlement to her neural id for the rest of the afternoon.
do you need me to show you — he'd offered, but daisy had waved him off. easier to just walk through the halls, making small talk and offering gentle hellos, and to duck into an unused conference room when no one was looking. ]
i thought you might be hungry. your delivery is waiting in room 18A.
[ and by delivery, she means deliver yourself. don't keep her waiting. ]
[ is it great timing? no, but it's fitz. for fitz, daisy would stop on a dime; for this, she nearly does. she's halfway to suiting up the last of the fresh faces coming in for mission debriefs, ready to head out the door with rey and the others towards the first families on their list of compromised associates — but the message comes through, and daisy waves off a quick apology in order to duck down the hall.
as she walks, messages fire. ]
i'll figure it out.
ps if you get markus hurt, i'm gonna punch you in the throat.
[ for a girl who came in with staunch anti-android sentiment, her devotion to the two is telling.
(the message isn't creepy. she saw them talking on the network, and she can see them all pow-wowing in the next room through the window.) ]
i'll leave the bag in the supply closet
give me five minutes, and then go give them hell
as she walks, messages fire. ]
i'll figure it out.
ps if you get markus hurt, i'm gonna punch you in the throat.
[ for a girl who came in with staunch anti-android sentiment, her devotion to the two is telling.
(the message isn't creepy. she saw them talking on the network, and she can see them all pow-wowing in the next room through the window.) ]
i'll leave the bag in the supply closet
give me five minutes, and then go give them hell
[He’s had time to recover from the gunshot wound that had him bleeding out in a worrisome way; beneath his shirt, his lower torso is wrapped tightly with bandages, occasionally changed to be kept fresh with the help of those still in the safehouse — and there are many.
Families still displaced, space still not enough. Markus, recovered but dully sore, wades through the crowd like one might wade through knee-deep water. Carefully, slowly, muttering apologies when he’s bumped into someone by accident. Keeping a hand pressed across his injury, brow slanted and mouth tugging into a frown. Still hurts a little to walk.
But he can’t keep himself rooted to one spot. Restlessness gnaws at his core, compelling him to move and to seek out familiar faces in the constant thrum of chaos. At a distance, he spots one — it’s enough to quicken his step by a fraction.]
Daisy...?
Families still displaced, space still not enough. Markus, recovered but dully sore, wades through the crowd like one might wade through knee-deep water. Carefully, slowly, muttering apologies when he’s bumped into someone by accident. Keeping a hand pressed across his injury, brow slanted and mouth tugging into a frown. Still hurts a little to walk.
But he can’t keep himself rooted to one spot. Restlessness gnaws at his core, compelling him to move and to seek out familiar faces in the constant thrum of chaos. At a distance, he spots one — it’s enough to quicken his step by a fraction.]
Daisy...?
[ she's tired. she's so tired. between the pain medication stephen's been so good about ensuring she has and the sheer exhaustion of her body trying to repair itself, even with the help of this new-age medicine they've managed to find, daisy is wore out.
normally, after two and a half days of being rooted to one spot, she'd be pacing the walls. the way she had been the first time around, when house arrest had been the only way to keep the newest set of arrivals inside. it's only her literal exhaustion that's keeping her from breaking the bedrest she's been confined to, and so by the time markus wanders over, she's half-drowsy and only capable of a muted smile and wave combination. ]
Markus, hi. [ but please, please, please come keep her company. she's practically dying for it. ] Don't tell me, I look like shit.
[ is it the splotchy bruise-and-cut combo across her brow and cheek? is it the mess of bandages and bruising visible in the slivers of skin between shirt and pants? or just the entire aura of "i haven't gotten out of bed in three days and i got the shit beat out of me to get here"? ]
normally, after two and a half days of being rooted to one spot, she'd be pacing the walls. the way she had been the first time around, when house arrest had been the only way to keep the newest set of arrivals inside. it's only her literal exhaustion that's keeping her from breaking the bedrest she's been confined to, and so by the time markus wanders over, she's half-drowsy and only capable of a muted smile and wave combination. ]
Markus, hi. [ but please, please, please come keep her company. she's practically dying for it. ] Don't tell me, I look like shit.
[ is it the splotchy bruise-and-cut combo across her brow and cheek? is it the mess of bandages and bruising visible in the slivers of skin between shirt and pants? or just the entire aura of "i haven't gotten out of bed in three days and i got the shit beat out of me to get here"? ]
[ when he finds his way to her bed in the safehouse, she was asleep. for a few seconds, he stands there, trying to decide if he should leave and let her have her peace. but, he's spoken to rey and he figured out for himself that staying completely away would probably cause more harm than good.
so, he waits. there's a boxed tucked underneath his arm that he settles at his feet once he takes a seat nearby. he doesn't know what to do while he waits so he sits there, stiff and straight, hands in his lap and eyes on the wall across from her.
she can't sleep forever, he knows. and if she wishes him to leave when she wakes up, he will. he lets one hand rest on the side of her bed and, when she awakens, she will see that it's bandaged.
professionally. yes, he'd gotten it looked out. ]
so, he waits. there's a boxed tucked underneath his arm that he settles at his feet once he takes a seat nearby. he doesn't know what to do while he waits so he sits there, stiff and straight, hands in his lap and eyes on the wall across from her.
she can't sleep forever, he knows. and if she wishes him to leave when she wakes up, he will. he lets one hand rest on the side of her bed and, when she awakens, she will see that it's bandaged.
professionally. yes, he'd gotten it looked out. ]
[ she sleeps a lot, the first two days. it's the only thing she really has any control over. someone — stephen, a nurse, someone filling in either role — checks her meds, brings her something unappetizing or uninteresting to eat, and investigates the course of her healing. it's rapid, to say the least, but with the extent of the injuries she'd taken on being the una's personal punching bag, it'll still take her a few solid days to get back to standing.
and then, it'll be a recovery game she can do at home, where her roommates will have the pleasure of entertaining her. that, at least, she can look forward to.
when she wakes, she's surprised to see illya's tall frame in the seat next to the bed, looking uncomfortable stiff in the chair as he stares down the wall. maybe he's sleeping with his eyes open. she's known kids to do that in class, why can't he do it here? ]
Hey. [ groggy with sleep, a little rough around the edges, but undeniably happy to see him. she'd be happy to see anyone, for that matter, but it helps that it's him. ] Are you here to say "I told you so"?
[ look, she can say it for you. now you don't have to. ]
and then, it'll be a recovery game she can do at home, where her roommates will have the pleasure of entertaining her. that, at least, she can look forward to.
when she wakes, she's surprised to see illya's tall frame in the seat next to the bed, looking uncomfortable stiff in the chair as he stares down the wall. maybe he's sleeping with his eyes open. she's known kids to do that in class, why can't he do it here? ]
Hey. [ groggy with sleep, a little rough around the edges, but undeniably happy to see him. she'd be happy to see anyone, for that matter, but it helps that it's him. ] Are you here to say "I told you so"?
[ look, she can say it for you. now you don't have to. ]
[ her heart is so warmed??? by her robot boys checking in and caring for her? she loves them so much. ]
i've been better
the doc says i should be able to go home soon
[ "the doc" like it's not their own stephen strange just yelling at her to get back in bed so her ribs can heal ]
markus said you got out okay
i was worried about you guys
i've been better
the doc says i should be able to go home soon
[ "the doc" like it's not their own stephen strange just yelling at her to get back in bed so her ribs can heal ]
markus said you got out okay
i was worried about you guys
[ he should've reached out earlier. he knows that. a good friend would have called sooner, would have been there immediately or even the next bloody day. leopold fitz does neither.
instead, he holes up inside. there's a lot going on in there. ]
Hey.
How are you keeping?
[ did that take an hour to write... maybe... ]
instead, he holes up inside. there's a lot going on in there. ]
Hey.
How are you keeping?
[ did that take an hour to write... maybe... ]
Edited 2019-01-29 22:18 (UTC)
[ to be fair, she wasn't ready to see him yet. she spent the first day or so sleeping off the heaviest of the drugs strange had given her, and half of the next avoiding anything that involved social contact with anyone she knew. the last thing she wanted was a lecture, and who better to likely give one than the two better agents on this planet?
but by the time fitz sends a message, she's on the edge of readiness for human company. might take her a minute or so to come up with a reply, but she does. eventually. ]
i feel like i got hit by a truck, tbh
every time i try to get up, some invisible elves are stabbing me in the ribs
[ she could lie, but she doesn't want to do that with him. ]
but by the time fitz sends a message, she's on the edge of readiness for human company. might take her a minute or so to come up with a reply, but she does. eventually. ]
i feel like i got hit by a truck, tbh
every time i try to get up, some invisible elves are stabbing me in the ribs
[ she could lie, but she doesn't want to do that with him. ]
daisy
what's your status?
what's your status?
[ it takes a while for daisy to respond. between being unconscious, receiving medical care, and those first few hours of desperate, exhausted sleep, daisy's awol from the world for about twelve hours before she manages to feel human enough to filter through messages left on her name.
bobbi's is one of the first she responds to. ]
i think i'll be on desk duty for a little while, boss
[ don't make her laugh it hurts to breathe ]
bobbi's is one of the first she responds to. ]
i think i'll be on desk duty for a little while, boss
[ don't make her laugh it hurts to breathe ]
[ it's "early" (late?), but not that early. approaching the allotted pre-work-but-not-too-early agreed visiting hour, Stephen shoots off a text to make sure she's up and about before he makes the trip. ]
On my way. Awake?
On my way. Awake?
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