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[encryptedlock]

[Backdated to Saturday afternoon so as not to spam the comm. York had thought about what Kat said about Carolina and Wash being there to help her, and he was hoping that meant Carolina was off her loss. Because it had to have been a loss, right? Well, if she wasn't, she probably wouldn't respond to a filter to Carolina anyway.]

[Carolina]

Hey. Can we talk?

[/Carolina]



[Filtered to Tony Stark and anyone else familiar with advanced technology that would not use this information for harm]

I've been talking to a few people about this--this change with death and how the bodies don't disappear any more, and how if you destroy the body it hurts the person coming back. So I was thinking, in my time we have what are called cryosleep chambers that we use on long space flights. Essentially, they keep a person alive but in stasis until we reach our destinations. It's no big deal, I've been in cryo dozens of times. Anyway, I was thinking something like that could help preserve the bodies, and if they do start showing signs of life the chambers can be calibrated to wake them up and let them out right away.

Would any of you be willing to help me build something like that? I have the schematics already.

Comments

York

[youfallback]

I wasn't blaming you, York. [Carolina sighs again and there's a shift of thick fabric as she settles again.]

Carolina

[encryptedlock]

Doesn't mean just sitting there and not trying to contact you again was the right thing to do.

York

[youfallback]

This happens every time we fight; neither one of us reach out. [She breathes to continue, but then there's a quiet thump that sounds suspiciously like limbs against a hardwood floor.]

Carolina

[encryptedlock]

Yeah, I need to--hey, are you okay?

[That didn't actually sound good over there.]

York

[youfallback]

[It's a couple moments before she offers,] Mmmhmm. [No energy to even verbalize past that right now.]

Carolina

[encryptedlock]

Yeah, you don't sound so okay. Want me to come by?

[He won't if he's not invited, if she's still mad at him, but.]

York

[youfallback]

[A silent head shake from her as she pulls herself back up to her feet. She's working to catch her breath as she speaks,] I'll head your way. Meet me at your door.

Carolina/action

[encryptedlock]

Be right there.

[He'll be leaning casually against his open doorframe, a little too casually to be real. Is she really all right? He knew he'd acted like an ass the last time they'd spoken.]

York/action

[youfallback]

[Well it's taking a lot more out of her to just get to the door of her room and attempting to wish for something mobile to lean on just sends her back down to the ground. With some luck, the journal's closed when she goes down, but it also then requires her to open it again to get a hold of him.]

Hey, you might need to come all the way down.

action;

[encryptedlock]

[He doesn't even respond, running quickly over to where she's likely to be.]

Shit, are you all right?

permaction;

[youfallback]

[Carolina's at least sitting against the wall next to the door, her journal on the floor next to her. She's upright, but that's almost asking too much right now as nausea starts to press in around her temples.]

Yeah.

[encryptedlock]

[Yeah, she doesn't look so good. York kneels down to be at her eye-level.]

Did you catch whatever it is Kat has, you think?

[He's tempted to scoop her up and carry her, but she probably wouldn't appreciate that.]

[youfallback]

Symptoms match up. Last time I was around her was earlier this week. [She shifts her head just slightly.] Didn't even get my armor on today.

[encryptedlock]

'Sokay. Do you still want to come over or hang out in your room?

[youfallback]

We'll go to the danger room. [The problem is getting there. She reaches out for his shoulder, looking for a hand hold or use him to lean on.] Unless you want to stay here.

[encryptedlock]

[He'll offer both hand and shoulder for support before standing up.]

Nah. Let's get out of here.

[He's careful not to let the armor pinch her, but she's very easy to support without the added weight of her armor as well.]

[youfallback]

[Carolina eases herself up onto her feet with his help, keeping a tight grip as she focuses on moving. Being up higher doesn't help with the vertigo, but she'll manage with his assistance.]

Thanks.

[encryptedlock]

Hey, any time.

[He'll move slowly unless she pushes to go faster, and there are going to be stairs soon which aren't going to be fun, but he keeps a firm grip on her the whole time.]

Are you going to need anything to eat? Ginger ale and toast maybe? I can fix it up for you once we get there.

[youfallback]

[Carolina's not in any hurry and when they get to the stairs she takes a moment to further collect herself. The offer of food doesn't sound super great right now but she can always try.]

Sure. Do you have ginger ale already out there?

[encryptedlock]

I do, mostly for a mixer so it's not the best ginger ale ever. But I stocked up fairly recently, so I have a good variety.

[He'll keep talking as they take the stairs to try and make her feel more relaxed.]

So I'm thinking about starting up a new construction project.

[youfallback]

[Carolina grins slightly. Of course he would have ginger ale for a mixer and nothing else. The stairs, though, take that grin right back and she's starting to visibly struggle just a few steps up.]

For what?

[encryptedlock]

[He'll give her a little more support, though at this point York is seriously considering just carrying her.]

Cryochambers. After people started talking about how--how when people die, if their body is destroyed, they feel it--I thought setting up a set might help so we could keep people there until they come back.

[youfallback]

[If it were just the dizziness, she'd stumble but otherwise be fine. It's the weakness and overall ill feeling that's dragging her down. Still, Carolina being Carolina, she wants to move on her own two feet, no matter how long it takes or how much energy it robs her of.]

It'd preserve the tissues better until the individual comes back. Combine it with sensors and we'd know as soon as they wake up again. The problem would come with a... permanent death.

[encryptedlock]

Yeah.

[He helps her up in silence for a little while.]

As far as I know, the longest anyone's been dead but then came back is four weeks. After that time, we could--we could probably bury them.

[youfallback]

It'd only become a real problem to keep them if it happens more often. [She's grateful that they're almost up the stairs, even if she's starting to seriously sag in the saddle.]