JEMMA: HI BB!!!!

JEMMA: can i ask u a question

JEMMA: GR8

JEMMA: do u think ophelia is cute

JEMMA: bc she doesn't and that's like sO sAD

It had been an impeccable day - new data on more inhuman powers, followed by readings that there were more sightings on inhumans as well. There had been so much going on that Jemma wasn’t sure where to start or where to end, but fortunately the day had ended nicely. The team was fine, and the new inhuman they had spoken to agreed to the help that was being offered to them. 

Which meant most of the team was back on base and the one person she did want to speak to would be here. Jemma hung up her lab coat and headed up to the Director’s room. She wasn’t sure if he would be busy, or might have even fallen asleep by now. She didn’t meant to intrude and before she could even change her mind and go back to her own room, she stood outside of Tripp’s room and already knocked on his door. 

it’s  3pm  on  a  tuesday  and  he’s  drunk.   no,  wasted,  was  the  only  way  you  could  describe  it.   hearing  about  his  untimely  demise  —  and  how  an  alien  had  reanimated  his  corpse  and  tried  to  conquer  the  earth  —  had  apparently  been  the  tipping  point.   he’s  still  drinking  at  the  shield  owned  bar  daisy  had  taken  him  to,  a  creature  of  comforts  even  in  the  uncomfortable,  so  maybe  he  shouldn’t  be  surprised  to  see  a  familiar  face.   all  the  same,  his  fingers  stutter  against  his  glass  and  it  slips  from  his  grasp  —  shattering  against  the  floor.   “  shit. ”   he  grumbles  under  his  breath,  fingers  pinching  at  the  bridge  of  his  nose.    so  much  for  maintaining  a  low  profile.   

JEMMA: NEW!!! MUTANTS!!! TRAILER!!!!!

JEMMA: tell me all ur thoughts