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Magdalene Grace Garcia ([personal profile] talesuntold) wrote2022-01-26 10:05 pm
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Come tell me a story. Write me a poem. Or I'm glad to take requests, if you're more the listening sort. I'll be here all night. Keep me company for awhile.
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[personal profile] everythinglost 2023-08-10 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Fitz can't deny the nature of his flirting - not at this time in the morning.

Fitz takes a drink of tea before carrying his mug over, dropping a kiss on the top of Maggie's head.

"I played a very sexy nurse on the radio, once. The Doctor is just his name, though he did get a medical degree from Edinburgh. In 1880. I believe in the importance of being professionally unemployed."

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[personal profile] hippie_ninja 2023-08-12 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Emotional sense counts for a lot." It's a pretty rare thing where he's from, lately. "What time or place would you take Maggie if you could, Fitz?"
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[personal profile] everythinglost 2023-08-12 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
He puts a hand to his chest.

"Ooh two blows. Accusing me of any sense and putting me next to Iris? Unfair."

He considers Jesus' question for a moment.

"A new answer for every day. Ixtrice, in the late 30th century. A time of peace, prosperity and cross-cultural exchange. Of every kind. There's a word market there, an exchange of books and poems and ideas that literally lights up ground the market is built on. You can go out in one of the riverboats - strike up a conversation without anyone thinking it's weird if you miss a reference or watch the world go by or join in one of the swimming games..."
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[personal profile] hippie_ninja 2023-08-13 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
He hadn't realized Fitz was an inmate. "How long have you been here?"
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[personal profile] everythinglost 2023-08-13 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
"It's because I like her that I don't want any comparisons."

He shrugs at Jesus' question.

"I have no idea. A while, probably, but I've bounced back and forth a bit on top of the Barge's usually strangeness." He grins, between tea and the chance for dramatics, he's much more awake. "It's one of the problems that can come when cosmic powers just couldn't bear to see you die for real. Not everyone could handle it, probably, but I have great strength of spirit."