[ 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?



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Text to Peter Parker

Your webbing is water-insoluble. How much do you have on hand?

Please tell me that the answer is "a lot".




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Text to Philip

I hope it isn't gauche to contact you this suddenly, but I believe there might be some need of you soon.




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Text to Steve Rogers

Can I count on you?

[It's a highly loaded question.]

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[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.]

Comments

[bravejemma]

Fine, Daisy -- just soaking wet.

[Which, admittedly, was not great, but it could have been far worse.]

The water's flooded everywhere, it seems. All the parts that aren't private rooms, anyway.

[hypoxic]

We did this. [He's certain, and the guilt weighs heavily upon him.] This happened from our memories. We're under an ocean asd we have to do something about all of this.

[Is this panic? This might be a bit of panic.]

[morethan084]

[Pushing her hair out from the sweater, Daisy quickly put on her shoes before moving closer to them.]

Fitz. No. This isn't your fault.

[She didn't know that, but she wasn't going to let him blame himself.]

You think you're the only person out there to have some sort of water trauma? It's impossible to actually know who created it.

[bravejemma]

It does feel rather familiar.

[With Daisy to take up the mantle of denial, Jemma adopts the more realistic point of view.]

But events don't last forever -- but in the meantime, we must do as we can.

[hypoxic]

We have to do more than what we normally do.

[People will die if they don't.]

The Avengers won't do anything. If we leave it up to them, people are going to die. So it's going to be up to us to handle crowd mobility and disaster relief.

[He gives Daisy a long stare.]

If there's still an "us."

[morethan084]

[Way to play along Jemma. Daisy's eyes drift from her to Fitz, who's staring at her unnervingly.

She's trying, and even this is difficult for her. She hasn't been part of a 'team' in months.]

You know I'm going to help.

[Had that really been debatable?]

So are the Avengers.

[bravejemma]

[Nope, Jemma isn't going to play this game. They can argue about the Avengers and associated hang ups over them later when they aren't literally wasting oxygen.]

Whatever they're doing or not doing is irrelevant. If they make contact, fine. If not, we have to do anyway.

[hypoxic]

[The stare lingers for a long time, growing more than a bit accusatory for a moment. And then his eyes shift to Jemma, and he huffs faintly, trying to dismiss the tension.]

It's late enough that most of them are asleep. I'll try to notify the network, but most won't hear about it for another few hours yet.

[morethan084]

Shouldn't we start by banging on doors?

[She hasn't gone outside yet so she isn't sure just how bad it is. Either way, Daisy's starting to make her way towards her door. Muttering:]

Or using small explosives to get inside.

[bravejemma]

[Salty much, Daisy? Jemma did say they were sorry.]

It's floor to ceiling water out there. You'll run out of oxygen before you get down the hall.

[hypoxic]

[Rather than protest any further, Fitz simply moves to the door in question and flings it open. The water remains at bay thanks to an annoying film of magical rubbish, but it's very much there.]

The rooms appear to be safe spaces, but airtight ones. Available oxygen isn't being replenished.

[morethan084]

[Somehow, despite what Jemma was telling her, Daisy didn't believe it until Fitz moved past her and opened the door. She steps back, expecting the water to come flooding in and yet it just stays there.]

What the hell?

[She wants to reach out and touch it, but thinks that might somehow break whatever seal this is.]

And it's like this on all of the floors?

[bravejemma]

All the ones we've heard from.

[It feels strange, to stare at the wall of water and not have it come rushing for them.]

[hypoxic]

We've only gone as far as it takes to get here.

[And that was far enough, thanks. His left hand is still trembling from the ordeal.]

There are hundreds of residents to keep track of. We'll need to develop a system of crowd control.

[morethan084]

[She's just waking up honestly, so it's taken her a bit longer to realize just how serious this was.]

Hundreds.

[Yes. Repeat the word as if it suddenly has meaning.]

How is the water not pouring in? Is it some sort of seal?

[bravejemma]

Magic.

[She says it ironically, irritated that she can't figure it out because it's not important. Not compared to saving lives.]

It's permeable. We're able to move in and out without difficulty, it just keeps the water out.

[She demonstratively puts her hand out into the water.]

[hypoxic]

[Jemma's only doing it for instructional purposes and he knows that, but he can't help flinching when she reaches out. There's too much water out there and there's a simmering pot of anxiety just barely staying lidded.]

It's probably for the best that this isn't following the rules of fluid dynamics. We'd all be dead already if it did.

[morethan084]

Never thought I'd hear you say that word.

[Watching in awe as she slid her hand through the water, Daisy looked over to Fitz. Who was clearly an anxious mess, understandably.]

So what? In order to survive more than a few hours?

[Just guessing here.]

We have to move from room to room?

[bravejemma]

Oxygen supply in each room is finite -- so yes, moving will be part of the survival strategy.

[hypoxic]

The trouble will be in procuring supplies. The closets have stopped functioning, so we'll need to forage for food.

[He chews on his bottom lip.]

There's also the possibility that something's living in the water and we just don't know about it yet.

[morethan084]

Right. Hadn't really thought about that...

[Honestly is she even awake right now? Was this just some fucked up nightmare that included Jaws in the mansion?]

Do we know if it's like this outside of the Mansion too?

[bravejemma]

It's bloody Atlantis out there.

[If she sounds irritated, it's not at you, Daisy. It's at the situation, because how easy would it be to get on a boat and just float?]

[hypoxic]

[Fitz agrees, but in a quiet, hoarse tone.]

It's the bottom of the ocean.

[Nothing is okay. Nothing will ever be okay again.]

[morethan084]

We're at the bottom of the ocean? The entire mansion?

[They clearly had more time to process this. Looking behind her, Daisy moved further back into her room in an attempt to figure out what she could bring with her. Obviously not her computer, but she did stick her phone in her pocket. Although with the water... No, maybe it would work.]

Besides food what else do we need? Or, well, what do we have?

[bravejemma]

Food, yes. Equipment would be helpful.

[She defers to Fitz here, he's got all the ideas going.]