004 [visual | location: Fitz's flat (locked from Angelus and Dru] somewhere they can't find me

[rereremembered]

After getting unceremoniously resurrected, Fitz had moved from Sanctuary to the flat the aliens had brought along with him. He'd barely given the place much thought since stepping aboard the TARDIS all those years ago, but he'd quickly grown to hate it all over again. It was a murky, hopeless dead end which he needed to escape form again

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[smecker]

"Paul Smecker, equally unemployed if you mean in terms of a Taxon 'job', sleeps on a fucked schedule, will blare my Beethoven over your endlessly repeated Hey Jude chords, and very good at threatening people to do housework."

Said with a toothy smile at the screen. Paul's maybe not seriously considering a fucking 'lodger', but what the hell, there's an awful lot of people lately he doesn't know, and there is the idea of I-do-you-a-favor-by-letting-you-stay-with-me, you-repay-me-in-scrubbing-birdcrap.

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[rereremembered]

...well.

"And what if I'm playing 'Helter Skelter'? Will there be Tchaikovsky?" These were clearly the important questions.

[Visual]

[smecker]

"Mmm, Tchaikovsky, maybe, sure. Rachmaninoff is also a possibility."

Paul lit a cigarette, looking Fitz over on the tablet. "Do you have a name?"

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[rereremembered]

Fitz raised his eyebrows and took a drag on his own cigarette, not sure if the other man was serious. "I'm feeling the need to point out that I do play things besides the Beatles' œuvre, but anything past the sixties might be a bit dodgy."

It occurred to Fitz that he's actually seen Paul before: in the arrival room, after the zombie thing. "I'm Fitz. Still trying to figure out if this is my second or third go in this pit."

[allthatlife]

"I thought you were going to give them up," she said, giving the cigarette in his hand a look of frank displeasure. That wasn't exactly how the conversation had gone - in reality, she'd simply ordered him to give up - but it was close enough for the doctor.

"I've got a spare room," she added, "And I've got nicotine patches in one of the cupboards."

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[rereremembered]

"I said no such thing," Fitz pointed out with affected indignation. "'Sides, it's been demonstrated repeatedly that of all my lifestyle choices, ciggies are the least of my worries."

This is the man who's convinced the Doctor has a cure for cancer squirreled away somewhere in the TARDIS to use in case of emergencies. Brave heart, martha.

"Still..." And here his expression turned more serious. "Given present circumstances, I may be willing to give it a go."

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[allthatlife]

Martha nodded in reluctant agreement, but the determined expression on her face made it clear that she wasn't giving up. It might have been the least of worries, yes, but it was also something that she could actually help him with.

"We can just start with the room," she offered, giving him a genial smile. She'd lost him once - recently and in the most horrible circumstances imaginable - and she liked the idea of keeping him close.

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[rereremembered]

"That sounds reasonable," Fitz replied, nodding. "So...think I can relocate my modest amount of gear with people taking only minimal notice?"

Really, all he had were the clothes (and guitar) on his back, it shouldn't be that difficult to move from his present abode to the surgery,.

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[whoneedsrules]

Katherine was delighting in all the hysteria and unease Angelus' post earlier had stirred up. This was the most fun she'd had since arriving into Taxon, and she was loving every second of it. Publicly, Katherine was playing the part of just another teen, perfectly human. But behind locked feeds, she was busy getting chummy with Angelus and keeping an eye on anything important that might come up in these posts that were locked away from him. Duplicity at its best, something Katherine was rather good at.

Her response to Fitz was just for her own amusement, however. Tilting her head and offering the man in question a slightly bemused look, Katherine questioned innocently, "Haven't you found anywhere to stay by now? Or are you just lonely and looking for a roommate?"

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[rereremembered]

Hello, pretty and intriguing jailbait girl, how very ncie to hear from you again.

"Well," Fitz began with a crooked grin. "Sanctuary seemed a lot less...sanctuaryish since the zombie, and the digs that came along with me leave a lot to be desired." He gestured around the sitting room with its yellowy walls and shabby, circa 1963 decor. "Plus I've gathered now's not the best time to be off on one's own."

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[whoneedsrules]

"Wow, that's so retro," Katherine smirked in amusement like any regular teen from 2010 would as she took in the decor of the flat. "Nice."

Katherine remembers the sixties fondly. It was a pleasant decade in the US, really (the war aside), with the young generations revolting against the conservative norms, the sexual revolution, the rise of feminism... not to mention the love and peace concept made for such easy targets. Katherine had lost count on how many hippies she had snacked on here and there; it was so convenient to blame any confusion on the drugs. She might have even generated a few urban legends about a succubus in certain circles - blood wasn't the only thing she had an appetite for.

"Ah, yeah, that guy," she went on more soberly, nodding. "Probably a good idea, I heard he was bad news. Though I'm not entirely convinced about the whole vampire thing."

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[timedaughter]

"Fitz!" You have now been graced with a beaming smile, Fitz. Jenny is glad to see you not coughing up blood and becoming a zombie.

"My place isn't big enough. Have you tried Amy?" Companions should stick together (and swap potentially embarrassing stories about the Doctor to tell Jenny later), and all that rot.

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[rereremembered]

And Fitz is quite glad to be getting a non-feverish-and-bleary look at Jenny.

"Not yet," he replied. "Although I've got offers from Martha who'll try and get me to stop smoking, and some bloke named Paul who likely won't. Tough decision, this."