( i'm running with fitz in mid-s3 just so i don't totally misremember something from canon, if you're okay with that! )
[ Fitz is trying to decide if he likes it out here or if he wants nothing to do with it.
Scientific curiosity dictates that he should at least be a little interested; and he is. Of course he is. The diffusion zones and the traveling across the (not-so) hypothetical multiverse is honestly, at this point, right up against his alley. It's the only reason he's trying to stay out here instead of in there (or sticking around common drop points for new residents, just in case—).
It still sucks though. The here-and-gone nature of these places means that whatever research he even considers starting needs to run on a timer he's not aware of. There's no wealth of funds or a whole playground of lab space at his disposal. He's — making do, as he does, as some part of him has always dreamed of when he was younger. Bits of metal and wire scavenged from frankly horrific toys, and a busted laptop from what looks to be the early 2000s and whatever he can find to jury-rig some kind of satellite.
Which is what Daisy finds — a satellite in the parking lot of a multiversal-equivalent of a Denny's, set beside a busted pick up truck that looks nothing like what Fitz would drive. The owner is nowhere to be seen, at first — or the next little while, should she decide to approach. But as timing would have it, whenever she does decide to investigate, it isn't long before he's stumbling around the corner. ]
Hey, hey! Get your grubby hands off of that, that's delicate equipment—
Oh. [ In one exhale, quieter than the rest. ] Oh. [ A little complicated than the last one. His brows furrow and slowly, slowly straightens out. ] ... Yeah. Don't touch it. [ Smooth. ]
coming in extremely late w starbucks, diffusion zone!
[ Fitz is trying to decide if he likes it out here or if he wants nothing to do with it.
Scientific curiosity dictates that he should at least be a little interested; and he is. Of course he is. The diffusion zones and the traveling across the (not-so) hypothetical multiverse is honestly, at this point, right up against his alley. It's the only reason he's trying to stay out here instead of in there (or sticking around common drop points for new residents, just in case—).
It still sucks though. The here-and-gone nature of these places means that whatever research he even considers starting needs to run on a timer he's not aware of. There's no wealth of funds or a whole playground of lab space at his disposal. He's — making do, as he does, as some part of him has always dreamed of when he was younger. Bits of metal and wire scavenged from frankly horrific toys, and a busted laptop from what looks to be the early 2000s and whatever he can find to jury-rig some kind of satellite.
Which is what Daisy finds — a satellite in the parking lot of a multiversal-equivalent of a Denny's, set beside a busted pick up truck that looks nothing like what Fitz would drive. The owner is nowhere to be seen, at first — or the next little while, should she decide to approach. But as timing would have it, whenever she does decide to investigate, it isn't long before he's stumbling around the corner. ]
Hey, hey! Get your grubby hands off of that, that's delicate equipment—
Oh. [ In one exhale, quieter than the rest. ] Oh. [ A little complicated than the last one. His brows furrow and slowly, slowly straightens out. ] ... Yeah. Don't touch it. [ Smooth. ]