[ 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

[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.]

[hypoxic]

Take things you can carry, that you won't mind getting wet. I'll contact Peter and the captain, and try to establish an extraction unit.

[He can rattle off the business of it, but that doesn't stop him from dwelling on everything.]

It's a bit more complicated now that we can't just assume Klaus will mend everything, yeah?

[He gives Jemma a dry, humorless smile.It's been kind of a rough week.]

[morethan084]

Equipment that won't die the moment we go out into that water? Unless someone has a shit ton of rice somewhere in one of the rooms.

[Alright. Maybe sarcasm wasn't the best thing right now...]

Klaus?

[She knew that name, but she's confused as to what he has to do with any of this.]

What do you mean?

[bravejemma]

Klaus is... not our biggest problem right now.

[She will fill you in later, Daisy. All the hot gossip about Fitz's boyfriend will be yours.]

[hypoxic]

Not like she'd care anyway, Jemma. Wants to stay clear of our personal business, remember?

[Fitz moves, restlessly, to begin taking measurements. The insides seem to have variable sizes as if each one is its own bloody Tardis, but there's at least standards for heights. They'll have to fudge some of the other numbers, but it'll be a reasonable estimate.]

[morethan084]

[Ouch. Daisy still has her back to them, but it's clear that his words had affected her as she stopped briefly in her search.]

I don't really have anything else in here that is worth taking with me.

[Standing back up, Daisy moved back over to them. Passing a glance at Fitz before looking to Jemma.]

So do we stay in here until we can't anymore or try to get to somewhere better equipped? Like one of your rooms.

[bravejemma]

Fitz.

[Jemma hisses at him before he's even finished his sentence. You had been doing so well, and then that.]

We can go back to ours, keep this in reserve for ourselves or for someone else.

[Although she can see why Daisy might not want to go with them now, thanks Fitz McGrumpyface.]

[hypoxic]

[Rubbish. Daisy hadn't wanted to go with them from the start.]

We'll need to develop a marking system to let people know what's been used. Good idea, Jemma.

[And that's exactly how much he cares that he might have upset people by pointing out they matter to Daisy in relation to the rest of her life.]

[morethan084]

It's fine, Jemma.

[It's not fine, but Fitz is clearly struggling right now and he's taking it out on her. She still feel as though she deserves that.]

I have a marker? Do we write how many hours of air are left in here on the door?

[bravejemma]

[She swears to GOD when oxygen is no longer a problem, she is going to lock them both in a room and not let them out until they're friends again.]

Rudimentary, but helpful. Once we have an approximation, we can do that.

[hypoxic]

[It's not fine, and it can't become fine unless Daisy wants to become a better friend overnight. Which is clearly not something that interests her.]

At least for the first while. It's subject to change as the event progresses... I hope we don't have to keep sending people to revise the oxygen estimate...

[He mumbles more, but it's under his breath as he considers this at a level his mouth can't keep up with.]

[morethan084]

[Daisy doesn't want him to think he has no right to be panicking, but she has to be honest with him:]

Fitz. I know this is- I know for the both of you this is a lot more personal, I get it, but, there's only so much you can do. There's no point in putting all of this on your shoulders.