[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=8882be]Fitz Townsley[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/eeqj5m4k1/image.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=8882be]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: Lower Deck: Single Top (7)
[b][color=8882be]Skills:[/color][/b] None
[/center][hr]	No one had lifted poor Fitz off of the floor. He wasn't conscious yet, but his heart rate and pulse had both stabilized, thankfully. It was almost as if his body was waiting at the command prompt stage, just waiting to see if they'd reboot him in safe mode or not. Of course, with Jackie and Daphne's continued butting of heads, it was entirely possible that if he did wake up, he might get stressed out again and faint, repeating the process. [color=8882be]"...Yes, Sir Newton, I would love to join you for tea..."[/color] Fitz mumbled. 

	He had no knowledge of his surroundings, but in Fitz-land, he was being invited to lunch by who he was pretty sure was the very first scientist to ever live - Sir Newton. His skin didn't seem to be as clammy as it had been before he fainted. His head moved slightly, as he started to rumble more incoherent nonsense. [color=8882be]"But Daphne is a princess, Sir Newton..."[/color] he muttered. It seemed only his unconscious ramblings were free of his stutter. [color=8882be]"...She can't make you tea...Queen Anisa would be mad at her..."[/color]