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[bravejemma]

"This is Jemma Simmons. Leave a message! ♥"

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Backdated to 12/26

[sorryitasedyou]

[ As much as Darcy might've liked to get everything out in time, Wonderland had a weird way of screwing up her plans. So, after a solid day's sleep, she starts making her rounds - dropping off gifts on each floor while using a little red wagon. In front of Jemma's door, she'll find a basket that contains:

• a blanket
• a festive mug
• a few different flavors of tea
• honey
• another mug of hot chocolate supplies with a note to just add hot milk
• a chocolate dipped stirring spoon
• ridiculous fuzzy socks
• a tiny stuffed animal
• assorted candy
• and an ornament

There's a note dangling from one of the handles that reads:

Hope Wonderland's attempts at holiday cheer didn't go too poorly for you. Here are a few supplies to help get back into the swing of things. Happy Holidays!

- Darcy ]

action;

[hypoxic]

[FitzSimmons works. They work hard and they work often, because they don't have to particularly focus on things if they're working. And with the addition of Parker, there's been more to occupy them away from their personal issues.

But sometimes programs need time to compile and chemistry needs time to brew. And then it's just them.]

Simmons? Do you have a minute?

[bravejemma]

[The workspace has been pretty quiet as of late, communicating only when necessary and when the work can't speak for itself. She glances up from her hastily scribbled notes, and notes he looks better than he had. Hopefully it was so; the Christmas event had taken so much out of them.]

Of course, Fitz.

[Is her slight smile reassuring? She can only hope so.]

[hypoxic]

[It seems like every event takes more out of them than the one before. How many times can they be hollowed out and refilled? Are they even the same people they were when they arrived?]

Jane's latest project made me think we ought to adapt some of our power suppression theories to an area here. Sort of like a panic room, in case things go badly. Do these compounds look similar enough to what we had at home?

[bravejemma]

Right, of course.

[What, were they just going to start talking about difficult things now? Pfft.

She looks at what he's scribbled down.]

To my memory, it looks awfully close. [She takes her pencil and corrects a number -- they'd had a lot of trouble with that one.] Maybe just that adjustment.

[asphyxiaphilic]

[It's late enough that he knows she'll be in her quarters, but too early for her to have fallen asleep yet. There's a scraping sound emanating from the covered mirror, a persistent harshness like nails screaming their way against a smooth surface.

Should she investigate the noise, she'll find a message embedded over the top half of the mirror, scraped in deep grooves over and over again.]

You should pay attention when someone is speaking to you.

[bravejemma]

[It's a terrible, screeching noise and she's a curious-to-a-fault woman. Of course she's going to investigate. But nothing good can come from the mirror. The scratching sounds so loud, shrill, she can't imagine that nobody else can hear it -- and then it stops.

She almost wishes it had kept going. Because now she has to look under the sheet that's been draped over the mirror since she learned about the mirrors, and the terrible things their alternate selves are capable of.

Chiding herself for the silliness -- nobody can get through unless the barrier between the worlds is open, and to her knowledge, it is not. If they meant to hurt her and were able to come through, they surely would have done it -- and steeling herself, she pulls the sheet down in one motion.

Jemma feels as though all the blood has drained from her face and she feels cold, although ironically her heart has sped up. She should be feeling the opposite. She takes the message in, reading it a couple of times. Once she's committed the words to memory (will she ever be able to forget them?), she covers the mirror again, and leaves the room. Maybe she doesn't need to sleep quite yet.]

[morethan084]

[Despite being here for almost two months, Daisy has yet to step foot in Jemma's room. Her relationship with Jemma was a little less strained in comparison to Fitz, but that didn't really mean much. Either way, Daisy struggled to finally knock on Jemma's door after hovering near it for a good few minutes. At this point the cup of tea she had made for Jemma was on the verge of being too cold. At least the cookies were still warm? It's not like she had to bring Jemma something as an excuse to hang out, but she felt like she did.

Oh. Right. Knocking. Daisy looked down at her foot and gently tapped it against the door.]

Jemma?

[It was dark out, but it wasn't too late. Just a little after 9.]

[bravejemma]

[She jumps at the rapping at the door. She's pulled the sheet draped over the mirror down just enough to read the message again, hoping she'd dreamed it. But Daisy calling her name pulls her out of the puzzlement enough to abandon the mirror entirely. She hurries to put the sheet back up, calling:]

You can come in, Daisy, it's open.

[morethan084]

Uh, actually I can't. My hands are kind of full.

[She is relieved that Jemma is in there. Otherwise she would've just been back to her room researching this place as much as possible. She needed a distraction.]

[bravejemma]

... Just a moment.

[Since she has the couple of seconds, she makes sure the sheet is secure over the mirror and runs her fingers through her hair, and answers the door. She smiles her see-everything-is-fine! smile, like that will convince her.]

Here -- come in -- tea and biscuits?

[What is the occasion?]

action, 5/19

[hypoxic]

[It's been an eventful sort of Friday. There was a news article posted, making Leo Fitz a more common name than he'd like. The mirrors are still an issue, which has become more pressing now that they're hunting for a man with his name and face.

It's late when he reaches Jemma's room. He knocks politely, patiently waits for her to come to the door. Hopefully that will mitigate the shock of it when she gets a look at his bruised and lacerated face; at the worst of it, a stream of blood runs down from a deeper cut into the soft area above his eye.

He smiles sheepishly.]

Sorry to trouble you so late. I'm having some trouble getting it to stop.

[bravejemma]

[Despite the malice flying to and fro, Jemma couldn't have imagined the sight that shows up at her door. Was it the squirrelly, foul-mouthed one that did this? She would murder them.

But first, take care of Fitz.]

Come inside.

[hypoxic]

[He moves into her space quietly, as if embarrassed he might drip blood onto something important.]

Thank you -- I'm sorry.

[It seems like apologizing is the only thing he can manage to accomplish today.]

[bravejemma]

[It takes a moment for the shock and upset at seeing him hurt to meet her anger at everyone else and even the lingering irritation at not being kept in the loop on the matter, but meet it does, and it knits together into one enormous emotion that threatens to overwhelm her. Keeping it in careful check, she motions to the edge of the bed.]

Sit down.

[Turning away, she pulls out the medical kit she'd slowly been putting together, and was getting quite a work out this week.]

text

[saved]

( ooc: after dis pain.

peter remains shaking in his spot as fitz leaves, and it's only when he's finally alone that the sick feeling of bile overwhelms him. and he vomits in the lake. great. that's one way to ring in the stupid thing. he totally has a handle on everything that's happened over the last few months. explains why he's barely holding it together right now. it's so much easier when he's not peter. it's a minute or two later, he pulls his network device out of his pocket, scrolling to find jemma's name in his contacts. )

hey i kinda screwed up.... so if you could just check in on fitz, i know you do anyway, but he just left the lake.

text

[bravejemma]

Of course, thank you for the heads up.

[After considering for a moment, she sends another message.]

What happened?

text

[saved]

( peter had nearly thrown his network device into the lake after he'd sent the text, but he's grateful he didn't. he wouldn't want to leave jemma hanging after he's already made it worse when things were so damn shitty as is. )

i was trying to help. talk him through everything. he said a lot of terrible shit about himself and that his father was right.

then i called his asshole dad a fucking asshole. and he got pissed and left.

backdated to a day or so after her birthday

[poppycock]

[ the invitation to her celebration was appreciated, but with his sister gone klaus isn't exactly in a celebrating mood. regardless, jemma means something to him. she is a friend, and so she deserves a token and an acknowledgement of that.

he's glad she's alive to celebrate another year. it's the one thing wonderland grants as much as it steals: life.

klaus leaves a package at her door.

there is a note: ]

Please feel free to lord over Leopold with some proper English tea.
Happy birthday,
Klaus

[ inside is a full tea set of some taste. ]

[morethan084]

Happy Easter Jemma. There's some actual chocolate in the mix. Although you might be too afraid to try it. -Daisy

text » backdated to around april 5th

[mucked]

[ so! things happened a few days earlier. miserable things. and if peggy wants to learn any context for them, then she's going to have to approach a different source. fitz is proving himself a touch unreliable in relation to his own thinking and feeling.

which is why she fires off a rather brief message to the other half of what she'd described to rip hunter as a 'package deal.' ]

Agent Simmons. Have you got a moment?

Re: text » backdated to around april 5th

[bravejemma]

[It's not precisely out of the ordinary to get a message on her device, but neither is it commonplace. And from Peggy Carter, even.]

Of course. I'm headed back to the lab just now, or I can come to you?

[mucked]

[ well. the lab won't do. so! ]

I'm partial to the bar on the fourth floor. Will that suit you?

text, May 6th

[hypoxic]

With apologies for the interruption, this is just a note to inform you that I've been summoned away on a project that requires more attention than most. I'll be out of the lab for 48 hours or so. Please expect a hold on any ongoing research or personal projects. I ought to be back in the lab by Wednesday.

Your patience is appreciated.

[It's definitely a form letter. But this is Jemma. He'll send a followup just in case.]

I love you.

[He won't be answering any replies from this. Do try not to worry.]

do you ever just send texts into the void

[bravejemma]

[1/5]
Excuse me, what does THAT mean?

[2/5]
Fitz?

[3/5]
LEOPOLD.

[4/5]
Bloody hell, you're not answering me, are you?

[5/5]
FINE. Be careful. I love you.