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[ OOC: tw for mentions of blood and a corpse ]

[ So far, Jemma's managed to avoid accidentally broadcasting anything, both here and at home; she never had any sort of bathroom-microphone mishap, or even a misdirected email. Today, however, her luck changes, and she switches her communicator on as she rummages in her pocket. The camera peeks over the fabric, giving a slightly swaying view of the hallway as Jemma makes her way to her lab.

Well, her lab by way of Darcy's coffee shop, as she runs into Darcy, and she agrees to tag along with her for a bit first. ]

I was wondering if you've considered partnering with the school, or Pepper's art gallery, maybe to establish some sort of art classes? [ It's something Jemma's been thinking about since speaking with Pepper, shortly after Tony's disappearance. ] It seems like it might be a nice distraction here.

Dude, I don't think I could be a teacher or anything. At least not on a legit scale. Maybe a TA... [ Which is something she’s actually offered. She'd put in the work at college, she might as well try and use it for something -- maybe not full-blown art, though.] I could teach them about the wonders of macaroni art. Seriously, it's severely underrated.

I thought you could advertise for a teacher, if there isn't already one offering classes. It might generate some business for you, and some more artwork for Pepper's gallery. Art can be therapeutic as well -- Oh!

[ The conversation stops abruptly, and the feed sways a little more now, indicating that Jemma has stopped walking, as well, at least for a few seconds. Then the hallway swings into motion again as Jemma rushes forward and sinks to her knees. The camera picks up shards of broken glass, the frame of a broken mirror, and blood splattered across the carpet and the pieces of glass, which bounce red reflections between each other. ]

Oh my God -- Agent Coulson? Can you hear me? Darcy, help me clear some of these pieces away! Help me -- Is he still bleeding? Is he --

[ Jemma's voice shakes, and she stops firing off commands. Said commands fall on deaf ears, the only response Darcy can manage to get out being stuttered starts of words as she takes in the sight in front of her.

It takes her a moment to pull herself together enough to move, dropping next to Jemma as a tentative hand reaches out to feel for a pulse.]

He's -- There's no -- What -- [ Her voice breaks as the tears fall, now shaking hand pulling back.] We should move him. He'll -- When he wakes up, it sh-shouldn't be here. God, there's so much blo-- [ The words dissolve into a sob as memories of her own revival flood her mind. ]

We'll need help to move him. [ Jemma now sounds calm, though maybe "focused" is a better word. ] I'll call someone.

[ Her immediate thoughts are Fitz and Skye, though would they be able to help move a body easily? Maybe she should call some Avengers instead. Captain Rogers or Thor ought to be able to carry him, surely?

Jemma takes her phone out of her pocket, which now sweeps over Darcy and more hints of Coulson's body before it focuses on Jemma's face. Her cheeks are wet, and her eyes are red, but she's not crying at the moment. She frowns at her phone, then her eyes widen in realization. ]

I -- Oh. I'm... sorry to have put this out there so... [ She gives Darcy a quick look. ] We've been broadcasting all this time.

[ Jemma focuses back on the screen, and though she tries to be strong, it's a struggle. Darcy isn't even bothering to attempt to appear strong, jaw slightly slack as the next bomb sinks in. This wasn't exactly a moment she'd wanted anyone else to see, head hanging slightly to make her hair fall in her face -- obscure at least some of the tears. ]

Agent Phil Coulson has died. Darcy and I will be tending to his body. If anyone has any information as to how this happened, please inform me or someone else associated with SHIELD immediately. Thank you.

[ OOC: Replies will come from either of them. ]

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[ Natasha is also quick to respond, flicking a feed open with a worried expression, frown lingering on her lips. ]

I don't have information yet but I can come look around. And help you get him out of the hall. Where are you?

[ It gives her something to do, at least, other than just get upset over another death. Something to focus on. ]

We're in the hall between the stairs to the basement and the coffee shop. I -

[Nope. Nope. Not going there right now. Stick to the facts.

Her body is still angled slightly away from Phil so the only thing that can be seen is her and the wall behind her.]

Steve's on his way too.

Of course he is. I'll be right there.

[ Which she is since she hadn't been all that far away to begin with, swinging out into the hallway with a serious look on her face and a brisk, businesslike stride. It's hard to keep it professional when the person lying there is a familiar one - especially when it's Phil, who means more to all of them than any of them can properly put into words.

She takes in the scene with a quick scan of narrowed green eyes before approaching the two young women. ]

Are you both alright?

[ Because at least she could start with the people who could answer her in this hallway. ]

Edited 2014-11-30 20:16 (UTC)

[ It's a flurry of activity, and Jemma thinks she ought to be handling it better. The transference of Coulson's body up to his room should be her focus right now, but there's Captain Rogers, and Natasha, and Thor, and Jemma doesn't know what to do anymore, just that she can't carry Phil upstairs, and she can't clean the blood away from his face like she wants to right now.

She pushes her hair behind her ear and then tucks her arms around herself. She nods, but she doesn't meet Natasha's eyes. ]

We found him like this. He's been dead for a couple hours, maybe. [ She tries to sound clinical, composed, but there's a hollowness to her words.

She also doesn't answer Natasha's question, exactly. No, she and Darcy aren't hurt; they weren't involved in his death in that way. ]

[Darcy's more than okay letting Jemma do the talking, especially about this kind of stuff. She doesn't have an on/off switch for keeping things semi-professional when it comes to death and honestly, she doesn't want one.

Rather than add anything to the conversation, or answer Natasha's question for that matter, she just focuses on picking up some of the bloody shards with her scarf and putting them into a separate pile. More of it needed to be cleared away before they tried to move him, or at least that's what she was telling herself.]

[ Natasha approaches and lets her gaze take in the state of the two girls first. She reaches out to brush her hand lightly against Jemma's arm as she passes. It's a small comfort, but she offers it all the same. That it's Coulson lying there makes this especially hard for a lot of them.

She comes and crouches beside Darcy, letting her hand come to rest against the girl's back, not missing the way she was trying to occupy herself. ]

Steve is on his way and then we'll get him moved. To somewhere that's not here. Why don't we give the scene some space?

[ The suggestion is more for the pair of girls than any real need to preserve whatever might have happened here. One thing at a time, and at the moment, the living still took priority. It's what Coulson would do himself, if he were here. ]

[ Jemma wants to protest, wants to stay with his body, but she knows that Natasha is right; there's nothing Jemma can do for him, other than clean him up as best she can, and she's done that already. With her mouth a tight line, she gives a short nod and turns away. She's used to dead bodies, or ought to be; it's quite another thing when it's someone you know, though, laying on the floor. ]

It seems like a strange way to die. A mirror falling on you.

[Her own movements still when she feels Natasha's hand on her back. Eyes finally leave the floor to settle on the wall for a moment before giving a little nod of her own. She knows that in order to actually go somewhere else, she has to actually get up and yet telling that message to her legs takes a little longer than she'd anticipated. Leaving the scarf on the ground, she finally rises and wraps her arms around her midsection.

It would be okay to leave him here alone - it's not like he's going to revive in the next hour alone and covered in blood. No, they had time and there was something about being around a dead body that was incredibly creepy.]

But at least he'll come back.

He will be back. And bossing everyone around just as he always does.

[ There's a note of fondness in Natasha's tone as she tugs them both a little ways down the hall - not out of sight and not far, but still enough space to give them a little distance - something they both seemed they needed. And to be honest, perhaps something she craved a little herself. Even knowing he'd be back and fine in a few days didn't make the sight of him laying there any less jarring. ]

I'm sorry you two were the ones to find him like this.

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