[ video ] nor any drop to drink

[hypoxic]

[It's a softspoken man on the network tonight, one presently struggling to cope with a world of disappointment and anxiety. There's some stammering at the start of the message, but as he collects himself enough to share information, his cadence relaxes and grows more confident. This isn't about him right now. It's about everyone else.]


Pardon me -- if I could have everyone's attention for a moment? I'm sure we've all gotten a glimpse of what's gone on. I've some reason to believe that this might be a particular incident related to -- well -- that's not important. But I'd like to urge everyone to be mindful of the level of air presently available to you. As long as the number of available rooms continues to be infinite, it ought to be possible to make it through without incident as long as we stay in motion as necessary, provided that the doors continue to resist the rules of water pressure upon opening. I've done some calculations using what we know of the average unclaimed room. I believe that humans ought to be able to sustain themselves without incident for about eight hours without incident, though this is most likely variable for those of you with alternative physiologies. With that in mind, we may wish to consider that longterm planning might be an element to our survival. We may have to make efforts to organize our activities and movements to ensure we can all stay prepared for the week ahead of us.

[He pauses to take a breath, squeezing his fingers into his palm before continuing.]

Please be aware that since the oxygen-to-square-footage ratio provided is a rough estimate that may be impacted by people collecting together in groups, vigilance will also be important when it comes to recognizing the early signs of oxygen deprivation. If you notice an increase in heart rate or shortness of breath, please consider setting yourself into motion sooner rather than later. The same applies if you're with others and notice dilation of the pupils, or that they've started to display visible motor impairment.

I also hope that we can utilize the network to communicate distress when needed. I'll be in touch with a few of you soon with regards to some plans for relief and rescue.

Let's see if we can't all make it out of this in one piece, yeah?


( Text to Peter Parker )

( Text to Philip )

( Text to Steve Rogers )

[OOC: I think I'm also going to use this as Fitz's catch-all for the event this time around, so feel free to throw action-sized stuff in here too if we've discussed anything that ought to take place later on.]

002 • Audio @ beginning of event

[blackmarkets]

[ As soon as Tess starts to put pieces together between the water and the malfunctioning closets, she's on the move to the storage room next to hers. She'd tried to get bags, but that backfired. So, she's improvising as best she can and flipping on the device to record audio because it was easier than dealing with video as she moved around. There's the sound of a can lid popping and a soft 'Thank god' before returning her attention to the perched device. ]

I hope this thing is still fucking working. Alright, there are food storage rooms on the 1st, 3rd, 7th, and 10th floors - all room 31. The food's still here and it's still good. I dunno if the whole waterproof door thing is gonna hold with more and more people coming and going, but either way the sealed shit should be fine.

Bring a pillowcase or whatever you have that's small and can hold a few cans or bags, take what you can swim with, and fucking share. If you can't swim or need help, let me know. I'll try and put you in contact with someone who can bring you somethin' to eat. Those of you capable of being runners, let me know what floor you're on so I can connect you with people that need the help. [ There's a temptation to add something about prioritizing the kids, but she leaves it as is. Yes, this isn't home, but emergencies and ration shortages tend to make the darker sides of human nature peek out to reveal its ugly head. No point in putting everyone on pedestals when this place might knock them the fuck off with or without help. She doesn't say anything else, instead cutting the feed and going back to double check the seals on a few objects for water resistance. ]

Entry #89

[postictal]

[The world is dark, and it's quiet. Suffocation's an unpleasant way to go, and everyone knows it. The heat and the pressure crawls up into the back of your throat and your eyes feel like they'll burst, your .hea'ds poudning., your breath high and tight and ragged in your lungs that scream for deeper breaths, for air, and that's when everything else begins to pulse in an unfurling of phosphenes and scalding colors across the backs of your eyelids.

You get dizzy. The panic, assuming it hasn't set in by then, claws its way up your esophagus as your jaw parts, throat straining to take in air that doesn't exist with a high-pitched, dragging wheeze.

Unfortunately for Tim, it seems the panic settled in early; cloying and unbearable and tearing away at what little composure he still had. He'd switched on his device at some point, though his oxygen-starved brain can't possibly latch onto what that reasoning might have been, not now. Possibly a cry for help, hastily stifled. Have you seen this video before? It's possible that you have. It's possible that it's gone up already, only for the hitching slide of time to roll things back. Déjà vu. It's a hell of a thing.

When you've begun to suffocate, perception of reality - already muddled to a gross fault and exceptionally poor to begin with, for one unfortunate Mr. Wright - tends to be one of the first things to go.

The subject of the video is pressed somewhere in the corner of the room, practically wedged there, curled around himself with his hands sunk into the fabric of his shirt. Words stream from him in a perpetual rise and fall, a breathless litany, high and sharp with a cresting panic:]

Not coming for me and if it does I'm dying anyway. 'S not coming for me and if it does I'm dying anyway, it's not coming for me and if it does I'm dying anyway it's not coming for me and if it does I'm dying anyway -

[His voice breaks. He buries his face in his hands.

He's seeing something in the corner of his eye that's not there, regressed to the state he always regresses to when that thing creeps into his memory, nothing more than a scared and trembling little boy huddled in a windowless hospital room, and it's keeping him pinned until his air runs out. And that's looking to be - soon.

Very soon.]

[Video/possible Action] 2nd Checkpoint

[tattooedredheads]

[Once he'd realized what was happening, Kay had tried to grab some scuba diving gear from the closets. Of course, he grumbles to himself, this is when the closets would stop functioning. Instead he grabs his pillow case and stuffs it with as much food as he'll be able to carry. He still has to leave a lot of it behind, having slowly added more and more to the stockpile since he first arrived. The foods all stuff that lasts, so Kay has no worries about whether it's edible or not, even if there's nothing to cook with in his room.]

[He places his shoes next to the door. It's probably too much to hope that they'll stay somewhat dry during this event. Kay has no plans to stay in his own room as anyone who needs food will also need the oxygen.]

Yo. I've got food for anyone who needs it up here in the 20th room on the ninth floor. It's all nonperishable and in nice little airtight containers so you can carry it though the water. I've also got some one me. Let me know if you need any and I'll do what I can to get some of it to ya.

I'd like someone to help keep an eye out for oxygen deprivation too, so let me know if you're nearby and don't mind sharing a room.

[Later, as he swims through the hallways, Kay will also keep an eye out for anyone who looks like they need help and pull them into a room if it proves necessary.]

End of first day | Audio (OTA)

[morethan084]

[It's been a day and to say Daisy is stretched thin is an understatement. Still, she's doing her best to hold it together. Especially for Fitz and Simmons' sake considering this hit close to home for them. Fitz more so than anyone. Finding refuge in another room together, Daisy moved to take a seat on the ground. If Fitz and Simmons wanted the bed, it was there.

Taking out her network device, Daisy set it to broadcast out to anyone with theirs on.]

How's everyone holding up? Anyone missing?

[She didn't want to leave Fitz and Simmons alone, but if anyone needed help finding someone she couldn't just sit there.]

[OOC: Totally okay with this turning into action if anyone is up for that.]

[video] time and time again and time again and time again

[punful]

[Sans is sitting on the floor of his room, methodically tearing pages out of a plain-looking notebook. There's clearly writing on the pages, but he's propped his device on a table a few feet away, so it's impossible to tell what it is. He balls up each page and chucks them forward, and from the angle it looks like he's throwing them out into the hallway. There's a watery plap every time.]

anyone opened their door yet? some pretty crazy water physics happening. it just kinda stays there. my cat doesn't know what to do about it. he's kinda freaking out.

[Said cat goes running past the screen with a "mrrbbllggmmb" sound. Sans keeps chucking wads of paper, looking as calm and collected as he always does.]

so, second time trying to post this. we'll see if it takes this time, i guess. dunno if wonderland's just gonna erase it once it's posted or not, but whatever. i'm guessing people have noticed the, uh, weird time stuff going on by now, right?

[Maybe a stumble-jolt feeling, like missing the last step on a staircase? A sense of deja vu?]

yeah, that's my bad. looks like wonderland's giving us a twofer this time.

[Tear. Wad. Toss. Plap.]

listen, i'd just try to ignore it if you can. focus on surviving. might mess with your head a bit, but just try to roll with it. you're gonna get used to it after a day or so. no point in trying to remember what you've forgotten, cause trust me, it's gone. trying to make heads or tails of it's just gonna give you a headache, heh.

[It's not his fault, he keeps telling himself, but haha, it's real easy to just say that. Then it's your event messing everyone up and--well, anyway.]

also, if anyone needs help moving rooms or getting to the kitchen or whatever, hit me up. i'm good with shortcuts. you won't even have to get wet. [He sighs a bit.] can't help everyone, though. you can't make a shortcut to somewhere you've never been. so...

[So.]

and if this is your second or third time hearing this? sorry. sometimes you gotta repeat yourself to make it stick, heh.