entranceway | [accidental video] backdated to the 29th

[ 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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[If there's ever a time when Steve hated the concept of deja vu, it would be right about now.

It's almost an exact replica of what happened a week ago. An accidental broadcast -- last time it had been Jane and Agent Fitz, this time it's Darcy and Agent Simmons. It starts off innocently enough, and then...

The point is, Steve's grown tired of having to rush to transport dead bodies of his friends from place to place. Not because he has anything against helping, but he can't shake the feeling that he should have prevented it from happening in the first place.

Death is something that he's used to, and at least Simmons appears to be holding herself together better than Darcy. (Poor Darcy -- does that girl ever get a break?) Though whether or not Simmons is just holding strong for the sake of everyone else is hard to tell. Coulson is her superior, after all, someone she's no doubt grown close to.

Steve's own expression is calm and controlled when he calls back. He's had to deal with the aftermath of Coulson's death once before. He can do it again.]

Where exactly are you? I can help move him.

[No. No this wasn't--this wasn't suppose to happen. Why did it keep happening? First it was Jemma and now Coulson? This place just wasn't pulling any punches was it.

Fitz really wished he wasn't alone in his room right now because he managed to drop a couple circuit boards he'd been working with--since his room had turned itself into his own private mini-lab--the engineer stumbling backwards to sit on the edge of his bed.]

Jemma...

[Sorry but he can't even get the words to form correctly to ask any questions.]

[ 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. ]

[Skye looks like she legitimately cannot believe what is happening and probably has not actually even processed things yet. It may take a moment. Her eyes are wide and she's clearly on the edge of crying. She had been about to make fun of them for accidentally turning on the feed because it's her job to tease Simmons okay? She likes that being her job. And even if she's gathered that people come back, she's not even a little bit okay with any of this. ]

Uh- Um.

[She bites onto her bottom lip for a moment and then seems to draw herself together, her breath coming hard like she's fighting breaking into tears but she somehow manages to at least pretend to be in a reasonable state. She's very clearly upset, especially to someone who knows her as well as Jemma does, but she's trying to be strong for everyone.]

I-...I can help. Simmons, where do you need me.

[ he was about to point out that they were broadcasting and probably didn't mean to.

was being the operative word.

he saw Phil die the first time. and he knows death is not permanent here. and neither of these things helps at all.

Thor covers his mouth with his hand, drags his fingers down over his beard. after too long a moment ]

Is there... anything I can do?

[Clint makes note of this, his hand curling into a fist before he nods to himself.

They've got this well in hand.

People really need to stop dying here though. Like, a lot. He'll go looking for Natasha and get her to tell him details.]

[He hasn't known Coulson for long, but he likes the man a lot. He's been kind. That he's dead is a shock and it hurts more than Sam had expected it to. Then again, he always thinks that this time it will be easier, and then it never is. He's grateful for it.]

I'm sorry. I'm- he'll come back though, right?

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