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I am not malfunctioning!
[He may not have been referring to her, she realizes, just a second too late.]
[He may not have been referring to her, she realizes, just a second too late.]
[She found she was weeping again, without meaning to. It was a dangerous thing, and she did it so easily anymore. She looked down, embarrassed, and swiped at her cheeks.]
I'm sorry I yelled.
I'm sorry I yelled.
[She lets him hold on, since clearly holding on to herself is a chore.
She's going mental. That's uncomfortable. She misses being able too disappear into the code, and reappear when she feels like herself again. At least that would spare Fitz all of this.]
He was real, Fitz.
She's going mental. That's uncomfortable. She misses being able too disappear into the code, and reappear when she feels like herself again. At least that would spare Fitz all of this.]
He was real, Fitz.
[She doesn't answer (what's the point? He'll only contradict her) and just curls up against him, contrary to her words.]
You should make sure you get charged, Fitz.
You should make sure you get charged, Fitz.
I'll be sleeping, how much more time so you need?
So help me, Fitz, my first project back will be to give you an external battery meter.
[But she's already falling asleep again. She wonders if she's being drugged, to help her recover, but hasn't noticed anything else out of place.]
[But she's already falling asleep again. She wonders if she's being drugged, to help her recover, but hasn't noticed anything else out of place.]
[Without anymore argument -- though she is also letting a comment about installing an extension cord simmer in the back of her mind -- she does just that, letting the slow, mechanical rhythm of his body lull her to sleep.
It's not particularly restful, she's still worried about how she's supposed to help Will get back if she doesn't even know how they found her. It must have been a deep search of some kind, that would look closer than an ordinary scan.
She runs everything she can think of, everything she has access to -- and Fitz won't even look, he has the administer controls and won't even try!
Her eyes open again, she doesn't know how long later, but it doesn't matter. She's still in med bay but it's just the template. Users are in there, one right by her and one in the far corner, doing something. She'll worry about them later. She combs through all the code, mindful of anything that might not fit -- his anomaly, the one she shared and the ship's computer found vexing.
It's not particularly restful, she's still worried about how she's supposed to help Will get back if she doesn't even know how they found her. It must have been a deep search of some kind, that would look closer than an ordinary scan.
She runs everything she can think of, everything she has access to -- and Fitz won't even look, he has the administer controls and won't even try!
Her eyes open again, she doesn't know how long later, but it doesn't matter. She's still in med bay but it's just the template. Users are in there, one right by her and one in the far corner, doing something. She'll worry about them later. She combs through all the code, mindful of anything that might not fit -- his anomaly, the one she shared and the ship's computer found vexing.
[As she runs her subroutines, the shapes shift and move around her. Several come close, making noises amongst each other.
In time, the one closest to her moves, adjusting her avatar.]
Jemma? This shouldn't be happening with your eyes open. Jemma, answer me.
In time, the one closest to her moves, adjusting her avatar.]
Jemma? This shouldn't be happening with your eyes open. Jemma, answer me.
[Jemma's pretty sure that the user is talking to her, but she doesn't pay any attention to him. Users are just selfish jerks who want to feel like the hero, or apparently watch non-playables die horrible, painful deaths. And in the end, it doesn't matter what they say, as long as she gives the correct answer for the scenario. This time, there is nothing required of her. And she's tired of users anyway. She has to find Will before he's erased.]
[Her avatar is shifted and moved, and the team of users barks at one another with increasingly tight voices. Ultimately, the one with Fitz's voice loses his patience and starts to bark instead.]
Well then get me someone who does understand it! Arrange to have a specialist transferred to our ship for duty.
What are you bloody staring at me for? Do what I told you to do.
Well then get me someone who does understand it! Arrange to have a specialist transferred to our ship for duty.
What are you bloody staring at me for? Do what I told you to do.
[The users are loud today. There are too many of them, and they are all distracting her. She wishes she knew how to shut them off, or override them, but she wasn't sure she could, or what would happen if she did. Best to let things run as normally as possible.]
I'm going to find you, Will.
I'm going to find you, Will.
Ow, stop --
[Users didn't usually get abusive within the scenario -- though, Jemma had found that it really did take all sorts.
Her concentration broken, the scenario breaks apart. Her scan errors out, and she's faced with the nothingness of a blue screen.]
[Users didn't usually get abusive within the scenario -- though, Jemma had found that it really did take all sorts.
Her concentration broken, the scenario breaks apart. Her scan errors out, and she's faced with the nothingness of a blue screen.]
[Shows what the user knows. Holograms are nothing but pain for the non-users in there.
When he lets her go it's nothing but relief, and she ignores it, drawing her arms close to her chest, still unseeing to her surroundings.]
When he lets her go it's nothing but relief, and she ignores it, drawing her arms close to her chest, still unseeing to her surroundings.]
... Jemma, please.
[She's so close... And yet they've taken a step backward into where they were.
Jemma was right about stopping to charge. It's annoying to try focusing around the aggressive low battery icon flashing at the edges of his vision. Oh, well. It certainly won't be happening now.]
[She's so close... And yet they've taken a step backward into where they were.
Jemma was right about stopping to charge. It's annoying to try focusing around the aggressive low battery icon flashing at the edges of his vision. Oh, well. It certainly won't be happening now.]
[This user just will not quit. She does her best to construct a virtual wall to keep him out while she continues her business.
This turns out to be physicalized by her turning onto her side, away from him, arms still drawn in close and body stiff.]
This turns out to be physicalized by her turning onto her side, away from him, arms still drawn in close and body stiff.]
[Others take hold of her injured hand, assessing and wrapping it properly.
Fitz stays by her side, parking himself despite all good sense. He'll have shut down by the time she comes back to herself, draped in the inelegant wiring that always so embarrasses him. Stupid life support.]
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