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       jetlag wasn’t something fitz ever experienced before considering he and his family NEVER traveled outside the states for vacations, but nevertheless was a concept he understood. whereas his family opted for trips down the east coast, his friends went abroad and returned with CAPTIVATING stories told from a sleep deprived mind. so while he never personally experienced jetlag, he witnessed it first hand. up until now where fitz suddenly became aware of how much of a bitch it was like his friends told him. exhaustion seeped into his bones and no matter how much he tried to settle into the new timezone, he body was still tuned into the east coast time zone. but if there was ONE positive coming from all of this, it was the cold shoulder given to him by his parents beginning to melt. with the timezone back home being twelve hours behind, the skype call he just ended with his parents was a nice substitute to sleep since it didn’t seem to be coming. fitz soon ventures into the kitchen, disheveled hair and tired eyes making his current state of exhaustion known. what he WASN’T expecting was to see wayne standing by the coffee machine with the same idea as him. ❝ a mixture of both i guess. so it sucks all the more. ❞ fitz huffs, shaking his head as he shuffles toward the older agent. ❝ so which one is it for you ?? or are you just an early bird ?? ❞

:// LOCATION ; SINGAPORE.

     he looks like shit. bruised and scarred to hell, he’s been sticking to the mansion && the hotel, for the sake of keeping a low profile. he also hasn’t been sleeping since they got there— not that anyone could tell by looking at him. he looked no more tired than the general exhaustion that hung from his shoulders and lingered in his eyes. the alarm on his face at the presence of another person in the kitchen at five a.m. is much clearer. it falls away fast enough as he crosses the room to the coffee maker. “can’t sleep or jetlagged?” 

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       * — ☾ closed starter for AGENT SCOTCH - @roboriis​

          ❝ well, i’m an unconventional girl, that’s what you like about me. ❞ 

       for as much as misha PRIDED himself on his self-restraint, he was unable to withhold the snort that escapes him at odette’s following words. ❝ i’m sorry. ❞ he supplies, a genuine chuckle passing through his lips as he brings up a hand to cover his mouth with a shake of his head. misha was starting to think he ATTRACTED the more spontaneous agents who often left him wishing he had a bottle of ibuprofen that he carried on him at all times. not to say that he didn't find himself enjoying odette’s company even if she often graced him with both her presence and a headache to follow. ❝ UNCONVENTIONAL is definitely a fitting word. not sure if it’s the defining trait high on my list but if it keeps a smile on your face then sure — we’ll chalk it up to your unorthodox personality. ❞

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       ❝ what is it that parents OFTEN say ?? you’ll eventually become what you eat ?? i think that’s what my mother told me when i binge ate cheese every night before bed. ❞ bowie hummed in amusement, unconsciously dodging his head back once the chopsticks appeared close in his field of vision.  ❝ i would ASK if they’re good but at the rate you’re going i’d certainly imagine so. but sure — why not ?? i’m always up for trying something new. ❞

“  y’know  i’ve  had  enough  singapore  noodles  to  feed  a  village  of  idiots  .  “  the  woman  took  her  chopsticks  &  devoured  another  clump  full  of  the  street  food  .  “  &  i  can’t  stop  &  i  WON’T  stop  .  ——  want  some  ??  “  she  held  up  the  sticks  to  the  person  in  questions  face  .  

LOCATION :  SINGAPORE  //  MUSE :  AGENT  NOVA  +  ASTRID  NOEL  . 

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       * — ☾ closed starter for AGENT HERMES - @gvrreaus

       ❝ what if, after you die, part of you goes to heaven, part of you stays here, just to see how things turn out ?? ❞

       one of the first things misha came to learn about sam since their relationship transfigured from occasional nuisance to a surprisingly RELIABLE friendship, is that trying to understand how sam’s mind worked was a lost cause. not to say that he was unintelligent because that was HARDLY the case considering sam was actually one of the most brilliant agents he’s come across since he began at mercy. misha would potentially tell sam that if he weren’t certain it would inflate his ego any FURTHER. it was more so the fact that misha failed to understand where his mind came up with certain conversational topics and now was now exception. EXHAUSTION seeped into his bones as he relaxed into the back of the sofa in one of the many living rooms, head dipped back as blue hues stared up at the ceiling in an attempt to think of an acceptable response. ❝ sam. ❞ he sighed in mild exasperation, but there was a warmness to his tone that misha would deny as fondness for the other man if anyone were to ask. ❝ how your mind works truly leaves me in AWE sometimes. though i have to say, you have me wanting to watch horror movies now because of it. ❞

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       chocolate hues stare ALMOST hopefully over at odette, waiting to hear her response to the question that plagued his mind the night before in his poor attempt to sleep. he visibly PERKS when he notices her gaze land on him and fitz leans forward in his seat, nodding along when she begins to speak. ❝ no — no, you’re totally COOL !! i get what you mean. like — ❞ fitz pauses to think as he licks his lips. ❝ like, you’re not fully gone from the earth until all your business is settled and you’re at peace with everything. then you move on to wherever you’re destined. ❞

*  𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏  𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  ;  ❛  what if, after you die, part of you goes to heaven, part of you stays here, just to see how things turn out?  ❜  ⇢  agent  scorpius  (  @prcmctheus​  )  . 

𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  for  a  moment  ,  letting  the  concept  sink  into  her  head  before  she  shifts  slightly  in  her  seat  and  looks  over  to  fitz  .  ❝  y’know  ,  kid ,  that’d  actually  be  pretty  cool  .  i  think  i’d  prefer  that  over  the  whole  concept  of  a  heaven ,   hell  ,  purgatory  —  WHATEVER  .  maybe  that’s  what  ghosts  actually  are  ,  left  over  parts  of  you  ,  just  watching  .  ❞  the  older  pauses  before  grimacing  ,  ❝  wait  ,  hold  on  —  i’m  sorry  .  that  came  out  a  lot  creepier  than  intended  .  ❞

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31: Does somebody love you?

❝ my landlord back in washington MUST love me for how much he’s making off me per month. ❞

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‘ if somebody says ‘bless your heart’, what they really mean is ‘fuck you’. ’ for misha

       misha is staring dejectedly down at his cup of coffee that the local café made for him during his venture out of the mansion and SUDDENLY yearns for the one on the corner by his apartment back in washington. the flavor is lackluster and he’s currently wondering how a caramel macchiato is something that can RUINED, all the while listening to the stream of conversation that maeve is filling the air with. he hums every few moments to demonstrate that he is listening even if halfheartedly. his attention is piqued at her next words and blue hues life from the ABANDONED coffee cup up to maeve, eyebrows lifting in mild amusement. ❝ i take it this is something you’ve learned from past experiences ?? ❞ misha asks dryly, lips twitching up in what could be considered a wry smile. ❝ bless your heart, maeve. ❞

@maevcn​

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10, 30, 59 for misha

10: when was your last physical fight ??

❝ i suppose the gala when our old friends of kronos graced us with their presence and gunfire. ❞

30: what’s irritating you right now ??

❝ well, currently sam is SPAMMING me with memes via text in an attempt to get me out of my room. it’s working though because i want to find him and strangle him. ❞

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59: do you like the snow ??

❝ winter is my favorite season so i’m quite partial to the snow. ❞

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06 , 12 , 32 for bowie

06: how do you want to die ??

❝ peacefully and definitely not in some painful or gruesome way. working as a trauma surgeon i’ve seen some pretty HORRIBLE shit that i wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. so as long as i’m at peace with myself and all that’s around me then i’d be good to deuce on out of life. ❞

12: have you ever stayed up 48 hours ??

❝ i went to med school. i think that enough speaks for itself. ❞

32: what is your favourite color ??

❝ initially, i was going to say BLACK because it pretty much goes with everything. but then i thought about red and it’s a nice statement color. plus i have a lot of floral themed shirts in my closet that have red accents. so i guess RED is my answer. ❞

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16 , 22, 51 for fitz

16: how exactly are you feeling at the moment ??

❝ uh — can i say UNDECIDED ?? i’m kind of just chilling here in an okay mood. kinda tired, kinda bored and kinda missing my parents a bit. ❞

22: do you want to have kids ?? how many ??

❝ i mean, i haven’t given it MUCH thought since i’m still pretty young. maybe one day ?? but two or three sounds like a decent number. ❞

51: favourite food ??

❝ nachos hands down. you put any form of nachos in front of me with a side of guac and i will UNDOUBTEDLY devour it within minutes. speaking of, anyone wanna go grab mexican with me ?? ❞

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hello laid ease , gents n my non binary peeps !! just popping in to let u know i am .. how the kids say Gârbagé and slow w memes and replies. plus ur girl has her first day of classes tomorrow morning so i am not currently Thriving and need to sleep. that being said , i have a four hour break between my two classes to do everything so feel free 2 yell at me if u want a closed starter n i promise to not be trash and post it 

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       while fitz likes to THINK he knows his way around a computer considering his is a millennial and his parents assume that he’s some sort of tech genius with how often they would call him over with basic question, the truth is that he knows the basics. so the intel training has him stumbling more than he’d like to admit. ❝ what ?? that’s some bullshit — i thought i did it good this time !! ❞ he huffs out, tone melodramatic and blatantly more teasing than upset. ❝ how long did it take you to turn into elliot from mr. robot because this seems like FOREVER. ❞

“ i don’t think that’s the way you do it, kid. ” maddie responded, sliding over in her chair to the dark haired male. she had offered to help with the intelligence agent portion of the junior trainees training and it was easy to tell that most of these kids have never hacked anything before in their life. “ that’s a surefire way to get yourself caught. ” @prcmctheus (fitz)

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     the last time the hq was attacked he’d lost everything he’d ever cared for. the building had been in a far better state, then, but his life had been resolved to a pile of ash and bone, and it was happening again. the thing he valued above all else was crumbling to smoldering rubble at his feet, but it just made him angry now. how could they have left mercy so undefended? after that night, they had learned what kronos was capable of and not to underestimate them. at least, he had thought so. but here he stood, in the aftermath of just that. fitz’s distant voice pulls him from his swelling anger. “scorpius! i hear you!” he shouts through the smoke, dropping his hand from his mouth for just a minute, then coughing into his elbow. watering eyes squint against the smoke in search for the junior agent through the haze. he kicks over a file cabinet, stepping over a still smoking ceiling panel, finally spotting him at the far end of the room. “i see you! stay there, i’m coming!” voices and gunshot echo far behind him, but he doesn’t have time to chance a glance over his shoulder. rubble and debris are kicked and thrown aside, clearing a path. he halts at the bookcase, eyes flitting from the unmoving legs beneath it, to fitz. there wasn’t exactly anywhere to push the bookcase to without it immediately crashing back down on him and giving the kid even more injury. something cynical said that it was pointless, but he’d sounded so desperate to get him out of there. he drops his arm from his mouth again, giving fitz’s shoulder a light tap. “okay… okay, i’m gonna push this thing off of him and you’re gonna have to pull him out quick, got it?” a beat, and he’s gripping the shelf by the corner and pulling. god, it’s heavier than he expected.

       despite his EXTENSIVE training he was being put through by mercy and the LOOMING threat of kronos that him and his fellow junior agents are told so much about, fitz feels incredibly small in this moment. the first attack kronos did on mercy is a story he’s heard numerous times — enough for it to feel out of reach and aging like a myth with the impact it had on not just the division, but individual agents. but now that kronos is HERE and ATTACKING, fitz nearly resembles a fish out of water and scrambling to gather his wits. the blossoming pain in his shoulder going down his left arm is enough to keep him anchored in reality. gunshots echo in the outside hallways and for as much as he wants to find the other agents and get the hell out of headquarters, fitz feels a DUTY to the one beside him even if he’s stuck under a bookcase. he can’t be dead — no, definitely not dead because fitz WILL get him out even if means a disclosed shoulder. hope FLARES in his chest as wayne makes his presence known and he can’t help the relief that engulfs his features as the older agent gets closer. ❝ thank god you’re here !! ❞ fitz breathes out before his attention is diverted back to his fellow junior agent. ❝ he’s stuck and my STUPID shoulder hurts and i can’t get him out and i just — please help me save him. ❞ fitz hates how pathetic he sounds, suddenly feeling like the twenty-two year old he is in a situation way over his head. wayne’s touch manages to ground him back down to earth, sucking in air and coughing slightly from the debris floating in the air but nodding nevertheless at his words. ❝ i got it; i can do it. ❞ fitz confirms as he angles himself toward the bookcase that would make his movements more languid. the last thing he wanted was to get wayne hurt by holding it up longer than he had to.

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    he definitely doesn’t need to tell her TWICE — the moment his lips part odette is already dropping to the ground , rolling and crouching behind a table adjacent to misha’s . it’s only for a few seconds , but she doesn’t expect him to fall behind and the sound of his champagne glass shattering is enough to give odette a scare . already large eyes widen even further and she snaps her head in the male’s direction , ❝ no shit , sherlock ! but jesus , are you hit ?? ❞ she yells out , brows furrowed as she pulls out her own gun . odette pokes her head out for a moment , taking a quick ASSESSMENT of the scene before — ready , aim , fire . the action is repeated over and over again within the span of a couple minutes , taking down at least a handful of kronos agents . 

       his reflexes kick back into gear within moments, paying NO MIND to his suit that is now patchy from the champagne as he crouches near odette. consider it one way to rid of his drink that he had no DESIRE to even take a sip from the whole night. ❝ i’m FINE; it was just the glass. not that a bullet would matter much in the long run. ❞ misha affirms and leans forward to see if he could get a clear shot of one of the goons with guns in the middle of the MAYHEM. blue hues land on a herd and ONE, TWO, THREE. they drop to the ground, two collapse like deadweight while the other grasps at his chest from being hit. misha nurses the kickback of his gun before letting the FAMILIARITY of the situation as a former field agent wash over him. more kronos agents fall from the bullets between his and odette’s gun and when he runs out of a magazine, he recedes back so he’s sheathed behind the table. ❝ do you have a good look of how many there are left ?? ❞

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(   *   &.   –   SHARP  OBJECTS  SENTENCE  STARTERS .

‘  all of history was written by men, so… of course they’re gonna make themselves look good.  ’

‘  as i recall, you couldn’t even get it up.  ’

‘  bless your heart. bless your heart very much.  ’

‘  can i sleep over with you?  ’

‘  does it ever get better, with your family?  ’

‘  fine, you can sleep in my bed, come on. you can sleep with me.  ’

‘  hardly matters. you’re ruined. all out of spite.  ’

‘  i believe she’s outstayed her welcome.  ’

‘  i don’t mean to sound cruel, but i don’t think part of your heart can ever work if you don’t have kids.  ’

‘  i forget sometimes how parents aren’t always good for their kids.  ’

‘  i have to get home for heaven’s sake!  ’

‘  i miss her sometimes, even though i didn’t know her.  ’

‘  i never loved you. i hope that is of some comfort to you.  ’

‘  i think we should just sleep separate tonight then we’ll hang out tomorrow, okay?  ’

‘  i won’t grow up, not me.  ’

‘  if i can, you can.  ’

‘  if somebody says ‘bless your heart’, what they really mean is ‘fuck you’.  ’

‘  it’s hotter than a whore in church today.  ’

‘  i’m a bit tired, i think i should just sleep in my bed tonight.  ’

‘  i’m glad you’re back.  ’

‘  i’m incorrigible too. only she doesn’t know it.  ’

‘  i’m just a little frustrated ‘cause the girl i’m seeing won’t call me back.  ’

‘  i’m not decent. no, i’m not.  ’

‘  i’m trash, from old money.  ’

‘  i’ve just never been very good at the adult thing, i guess.  ’

‘  just forget about it, alright? i have.  ’

‘  let’s dig deep here… favorite color, favorite ice cream, favorite season? think you can handle it?  ’

‘  life is pressure. grow up.  ’

‘  my demons are not remotely tackled. they’re just mildly concussed.  ’

‘  nothing’s ever your fault, is it?  ’

‘  please stay.  ’

‘  please stay. if i can, you can.  ’

‘  she’s delicate. a rare rose. but not without thorns.  ’

‘  so, uh, are you guys dating now?  ’

‘  that day has haunted me.  ’

‘  well, i’m an unconventional girl, that’s what you like about me.  ’

‘  well, looks like we both got fucked.  ’

‘  we’re alike. i knew we would be.  ’

‘  what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger… unless it kills you.  ’

‘  what if, after you die, part of you goes to heaven, part of you stays here, just to see how things turn out?  ’

‘  whenever i’m here, i just– i feel like a bad person.  ’

‘  you could take advantage of me maybe, when i’m drunk.  ’

‘  you gonna hit me? be dangerous.  ’

‘  you have the control and… they like you.  ’

‘  you turned out so wonderful, smart, beautiful, successful, and brave.  ’

‘  you were born with it, that cold nature.  ’

‘  your friend sounds like an after school special.  ’

‘  you’re a sick fuck.  ’

‘  you’re like my sister.  ’

‘  you’re like my soulmate.  ’

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70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

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       the past hour or so has mainly consisted of bowie wandering the halls of the mansion since settling into his room, with the main goal of LOCATING the biomed facility. apparently it was a pipe dream considering his luck was failing. that or his navigation skills were not up to far and magellan himself would be disappointed. clearly his mind was anywhere but where his feet were taking him when a body appeared as he turned the corner, only managing to sidestep last minute to refrain from running straight into the other. ❝ crap. ❞ green eyes blinked as he gathered his wits, shaking his head lightly before shooting the other an apologetic smile. ❝ totally UNDERSTANDABLE. my mind was — elsewhere. ❞ bowie paused, taking in what she said. ❝ if i’m not mistaken, i think i passed a bathroom down the hall from where i came from. this mansion itself seems like a bit of a maze. ❞

twiddling  her  fingers   as  she  made  her  way  down  a  long  hallway  ,  jessica  looked  around  every  corner  of  the  household  .  taking  a  deep  breath  with  each  turn  ,  the  woman  could  feel  a  sting  at  her  side  .  it  was  nothing  compared  to  what  happened  to  her  fellow  agents  .  her  son  —  luckily  he  was  safe  with  his  fellow  junior  agents  .  her  daughter   didn’t  have  to  worry  as  she  had  made  it  underground  with  jessica’s  parents  .  turning  a  corner  &  nearly  colliding  with  the  other  ,  she  let  out  a  quick  yelp  .  “  shit  !  ——  my  bad  ,  just  looking  for  the  ladie’s  room  .  “  

LOCATION : SINGAPORE  MANSION  //  MUSE :  AGENT  VENUS  (  JESSICA DAIR )