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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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[Sam swallows thickly, his breath sticking in his throat, and he ducks a nod.]

Yeah, yeah it will, I'm sure.

If there's anything I can do then...

[She runs a now clean hand through her hair, taking a shaky breath.]

I don't even know. Did you - do you know him? Death here is... It's always good to have people around to talk to when or if he's ready.

[It had helped her, at least.]

Yeah, I know him. He's- he's a nice guy. We were gonna play D&D sometime.

[He'd helped Sam back during the town event, and he'd been supportive.]

[Tears still shining in her eyes, she doesn't hold back the little laugh at the thought of Coulson playing D&D.]

I never pegged him for a D&D guy, considering everything back home. We're uh, we're from the same world. He stole my iPod.

[Along with quite a few other, more valuable things to Jane. It was easy to talk about him like this - reminders that he was going to be okay.]

Oh I dunno. I come from a zombie apocalypse and I still like playing D&D. We have the Night of the Shambling Ones expansion pack even.

...he doesn't seem like the type to a nick an iPod though.

[Wait... Did he say zombies? Where has she heard that before? Her mind focuses solely on that rather than sharing the actual details of why Coulson had taken her iPod.]

Do you know a guy named Simon?

[Sam's expression instantly changes when she asks that, a scowl appearing on his face.]

Yeah, I know him.

[Oh. Whoops, well that's quite a nerve she seems to have hit there. Ok, so Simon is not a good topic. Got it.]

Sorry... Pretend I didn't just ask that.

It's not your fault. It's his.

[If he hadn't turned out to be a treacherous snake they wouldn't be having this problem.]

[That's quite a nerve she struck there, and while she doesn't know him she does know Simon and is so not above slapping him on the back of the head.]

Well, I'm sorry all the same. [Smoothest conversation transition happening in 3...2..1...] You know, I was talking to someone not that long ago, Charlie I think, about D&D - you might want to reach out to her about maybe setting something up in the future.

[Unfortunately for everyone, at this point, it would take more than a slap on the head to make things right.]

I think I spoke to her once. And yeah, I was going to set up a game. My friend Maxine is here now so she could run something cool. Just crazy stuff keeps getting in the way.

Yeah, the proverbial fan has been getting a lot of action lately. [Since shit just seems to be flying every direction for the past two months.]

Hopefully things'll calm back down soon - I'm sure Coulson would look forward to it. [Little things, since that seemed to be all they could control right now.]

Hopefully. After Christmas maybe. I keep hearing ominous things about Christmas. [They did not fill him with hope but maybe they'd be lucky this year?]

Yeah, I have yet to hear anything good about Christmas around here. All we can do is wait and see, I guess. [It's sad just how much that applied to things around here.] I have my fingers and toes crossed for a quiet one. I think people have been through enough lately.

Yeah, I think so too. Everyone deserves that. [Nearly everyone.]

Maybe we'll be lucky.

Maybe.

[A beat.]

I should get back to -- [Dealing with the mess.] Let me know if you ever get that D&D game going, I'd love to come watch.

Yeah, yeah of course! Take care of him. And I'll let you know.

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