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[hypoxic]

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[alsoagirl]

[ Someone's had a guilty conscience, can't you tell? Granted, it's a goddamn stubborn guilty conscience, but apologizes don't have time limits! Probably. She's under a month, so she's good! ]

Hey.....

[ That's all there is for a while, letting off how hard this is for her to do. That, and this phone is shit. It doesn't even have emojis! But a few minutes later, she continues. ]

Look you're totally a dick but I was a dick too so

[ And after another long stretch between messages... ]

You kinda deserved it tbh

[ ONE DECADE LATER. ]

I'M SORRY
And if you make a big deal out of this I'll drain your Irish ass dry

[ Okay, she's done. ]

I won't drain you but please just don't cry again ok???? ty

[ Now she's done. ]

[hypoxic]

[Fitz has been primarily occupying himself with his work. There's a new prison, new inmates, and so much to pick through. Then there was the incident with that dungeon and the sharing of memories, and he wasn't entirely sure which one he even was for a while. It's taken this long for things to calm down enough to get back to work, when the messages start coming in.

It's such a strange mix of endearing and emasculating that at first he's not sure how to take it. He chooses to opt for the benefit of the doubt and be endeared.]

Are you doing okay? Nothing's hurt you, has it?

[alsoagirl]

Aside from living my ultimate nightmare? I'm good enough. SSDD lol

[ Which is shockingly truthful for her to say to him. Normally she'd do her best to lie. ]

Srsly though it's weird when you're all....nice
Say something mean

sometime in July, idk

[alsoagirl]

Hey you remember that thing in Wonderland where you'd go away for a week then you come back from your original world? Think that just happened to me. Figured you'd wanna know since you're a "science guy" or whatever.

Still don't like you. :)

[ Don't worry, this was far more traumatizing than she's letting off. Good thing she's got some more human annoyance to fuel her nonchalance. ]

[hypoxic]

I knew it.

[That's the end result of a string of connections. If she's "gone home" the way they'd euphemized in their previous setting, then she was able to be pulled back into her world before being shot back here. It wouldn't be able to happen if this was a legitimate Hell. They'd all be too dead to keep having home lives. This is incredible news. ]

[alsoagirl]

Oh really

Try not to go and blow us up this time okay?

[ She means that nicely. Totally. ]

voice;

[stormbreaking]

My friend! How have you been?

[He will assume not well, but it's time that he's checked in with him, made sure he's healed up at least.]

[hypoxic]

[Since the incident, Fitz hasn't been out much. He's spent a lot of time solitarily in his room, occasionally coaxed out when Jemma pushes him hard enough. It's nice of Thor to reach out like this, and downright heartwarming that he'd do it so warmly.]

I'm all right. We lived. That's got to count for something, yeah?

[stormbreaking]

It is what they say.

[And Thor is trying very firmly to feel that way as well.]

I haven't seen you lately.

action

[deaddrop]

[The knock at his room's door is light enough to ignore if the occupants aren't interested in paying attention. If Fitz doesn't answer, no hard feelings. After considering a call or a text, though, she finally decided that seeing him face to face would be best.

She wants to actually see how he's doing, not hear his version.]

[hypoxic]

[She's caught the room at a quiet moment, later than Jemma's usual visit and earlier than a midnight tantrum from Tony. Fitz is alone for the moment, and he'll open the door slowly, but pull it open wider at the sight of Natasha. Physically, he's better than he was. He's got some color in his cheeks, though the bags under his eyes still carve deep lines into his face. He's recovering.]

I -- has something happened?

[odaystar]

To Whom It May Concern,

It has been a full year since Hell has been redone and made even greater than ever before. And you, my prized guest, have made it twelve months in your journey towards redemption. I know that there have been bumps along the way and we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I do wish to show my gratitude. Together, we will all leave Hell one day.

I have handpicked gifts specifically for you to commemorate this anniversary. I do hope you enjoy them.

Access to a fully functioning (albeit a bit outdated) lab, along with Tony Stark. He may use this in whatever way he wants, provided it isn't an attempt to harm Hell in any way.

Expensive, intricate wedding rings for both Fitz and Jemma.

A promise of a proper honeymoon after the ceremony.

Again, I thank you for all of your help in making Hell what it is today.

Yours,
Lucifer

text;

[middlefinger]

(she knows she hasn't really had the best interactions with fitz but he was in that vision she got from the cult and is a huge lucifer apologist, so she feels like maybe she can get some information or context if she reaches out to him.)

I saw something that involved you, I was hoping you could help give me some context

Re: text;

[hypoxic]

[ well this is unexpected. He squints at his phone curiously. ]

the demons haven't been bothering you, have they?

[ does she need help? ]

post-august tdm | voice; @angelpants

[stupetballs]

[If Waverly sounds tired, it's because she is. She's still trying to recoup her rest after the Mares, but she also wants to keep charging forward. So this message is left on his phone, and she's half-expecting not to get a response, but she really does want to talk to him and she's a little better at handling people than Wynonna.]

Hi. We haven't met yet. My name is Waverly Earp, I'm Wynonna's sister. I know she already talked to you about our vision, but I had some follow up questions?

We can do this over the phone or in person, I don't mind. Maybe we could grab a drink? Let me know. I'll be around.

[And Fitz can decide whether or not he wants to talk to her. She won't push.]

[hypoxic]

[Everyone sounds tired. They've all been living an endless nightmare for the last... week? More? Less? What does time even mean anymore?

But he doesn't wait to return it. When people need things, it's irresponsible to dawdle. Holds up solutions.]

Her sister? My condolences.

But if there's anything left that might be useful, I don't mind discussing more. Is the matter immediate?

text; un: c.snow

[trigeminalheadache]

I know it's probably not my business, but I have to admit to being curious all these months. Chalk it up to idle thoughts and feeling a little bored at the moment.

With everything being pretty broken down or piecemeal around here, how did you come by this lab?

[hypoxic]

[O..oh. Well this is quite sudden. It's something he's generally quite cagey about, but it's difficult to be properly evasive in the face of this direct of a question.]

It was abandoned when we were first exploring the basement levels. [It's not not true?]

Text

[red_song]

Query. If a human body leaks from the optical sockets, does this indicate a critical system failure?

[hypoxic]

[This could be about crying or bleeding and that alone has him replying faster than usual.]

Describe the fluid.

[Proto, what did you do?]

text ; private || un: tsarina

[krasnaya_smert]

Dr Fitz, my name is Natalia Romanova. I was hoping we could chat in the near future. It's my understanding that you're keeping certain records.

/LANDS HERE FINALLY sorry to make you wait

[hypoxic]

A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Just 'Fitz' is fine, though. No need to dwell on degrees when none of our institutions matter.

What sort of records are you seeking?

text; un: techgod

[twatter]

[ The message rolls in around the time when the mares attacks have ceased but before Mammon has left. ]

hey. you got a minute to talk?

[hypoxic]

[Mares are always a difficult time for Fitz, stress and confusion compounding intense guilt. The last time they came by, he'd settled into the hospital and drugged himself into a stupor to avoid it all. This time, there weren't enough accommodations to be had, and instead he and his wife clung to one another as best as they could manage. It's a while before tech gets a reply, for a variety of reasons.]

I didn't before, but I've got some time now. How can I help?

[odaystar]

To Whom It May Concern,

It has been years now since Hell has been redone and made even greater than ever before. And you, my prized guest, have made it thirty-six months in your journey towards redemption. I know that there have been bumps along the way and we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I do wish to show my gratitude. Together, we will all leave Hell one day.

I have handpicked gifts specifically for you to commemorate this anniversary. I do hope you enjoy them.

Basket of assorted biscuits, and a mug

A side area will open up in the lab. There will be a loveseat in there, and when the door is closed, the room inside is pitch black. There are stars that shine in the room, only when the door is closed, via enchantment. None of the constellations are familiar, and as soon as the light is turned back on, it all fades and there’s nothing but normal walls in the room. The stars are not able to be mapped.

A night in the honeymoon suites at Casino Styx, with his choice of one companion

Again, I thank you for all of your help in making Hell what it is today.

Yours,
Lucifer