#academyevent

[darcylew1s-blog]

Darcy looked around the walls of her room, bleary eyed and barely conscious. Her phone ringing is what woke her up from a very uncomfortable drunk-sleep. She answered to the sound of Coulson’s voice, telling her Professor Fields was dead. Dead. No longer living. Fuck. It was hard to wrap her brain around. Apparently, the professor’s cause of death was unknown but all signs point to accident from drinking too much at the rave. Despite the alcohol still very present in her system and her inability to concentrate fully on anything, she knew something about this seemed...odd. Odd as in, Coulson was bullshitting her. Again.

She had been lied to so often that it hardly even fazed her at this point. Oh, really, is that what happened? At first, she was curious (it’s in her nature, after all) about what it could be that May and Coulson were whispering about in the hall. What had Simmons looking so on edge? Why was everyone so fucking suspicious? But now, after months of this dance, she knew that no matter what, she would never be let in on whatever secrets were holding them all together.

Her voice was indifferent as she replied and hung up the phone despite the hurricane of emotions swirling inside of her. Fitz, of all people, found the body. She felt guilt start to eat away at her inside. If she had stayed with him, maybe he wouldn’t have been the one to find the body. That maybe he wouldn’t have to live with that image burning behind his eyes for the rest of his life.

A colleague was dead. A good person and good professor who probably had a family that loved them and so much more to give the world. An agent worthy of the title. She couldn’t help but think: “It should’ve been me.” God knows she had had enough to drink to kill a normal person. She wasn’t a good person, definitely wasn’t a good professor, and didn’t really have anyone that couldn’t live without her. She didn’t meant that part in the self-pitying way, just a simple fact. She was disposable. An accident waiting to happen. And yet, here she was. Sitting on the floor at 4 AM in last night’s dress with a pit in her stomach as deep as the Mariana Trench.

She threw her phone at the wall, watching as the screen shattered, before letting the tears spill over.

[hacking101-blog]

Fuck. Fuck. The air felt like the heaviest it’d ever been, suffocating almost, as she sank to the floor, sobs uncontrollably rippling through her body. Her mind had gone blank the second Coulson’d broken the news, her legs somehow carrying her out of that room and away, away from all of the death, away to somewhere with oxygen, but her lungs were broken even in the secure remoteness of her office. She had her hand on her mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle all sounds, repress them, make them invalid. Even in her stupor she knew she couldn’t make a sound. She hated how she couldn’t feel scared for herself, the nonexistent amount of regard she had for her own life, how weak and hopeless she felt instead of the rage that should’ve consumed her. Most of all, she hated how terrified she felt for everyone else. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think or feel, all she knew was the static in her head.

Just as it’d started looking good for them. This is how it always started to crumble, and when it did, the rockslide couldn’t be stopped until they were buried alive.

Fuck.

[coulsyn-blog]

Volatile Times } Semi-Open Para

"Better be good, Fitz, I just won a--"

"Th-the courtyard."

When Coulson had made it to the courtyard, he looked around for Fitz, but first saw the body strung to the tree. Oh no. Oh hell no. 

"FITZ!" Coulson had shouted, terror seizing as he imagined that his agent had been murdered--but then he saw the cowering astrophysicist underneath. 

There was only a split half-second of relief; someone was still dead. Strung to a tree. 

Coulson's eyes were wide with horror, the alcohol in his system only contributing to make him feel completely terrified. Was this just a nightmare? It wasn't. He called in May first, together they brought the body down. It was Professor Fields. 

----- About ten minutes later, Coulson had called in the rest of the team. Skye, Simmons, Ward, Trip. The body was on the ground, May basically standing guard next to it, Fitz still curled up next to the tree, his face now in his hands. The rest of the agents came soon enough, looking worn out and drunk. 

Coulson took a deep breath.

"I have... unfortunate news." Everyone, besides Fitz, was too fixated on Coulson to look past him. "Half an hour ago... Fitz, uh... he discovered Professor Field's body strung to the tree." Coulson took a deep breath, looking away from the horrified faces of his agents so he could keep talking in a calm manner. "We're going to say it was an accident from the rave, but it's... absolutely foul-play. There's every reason to think Hydra's involved. What I need is for... for everyone to stay calm. We'll work out what to do, and--" He broke off. He had to remain calm. For everyone. "--and do not, at all, let anyone know what really happened."

[professorleofitz]

No One’s Here To Sleep - Event Self - Para

The rave was ridiculously fun (honestly, with how the Academy Dance had gone, he'd been kind of nervous, which just proves that SciTech were the best part throwers); Fitz had hung out with Skye and Darcy and played games with a big group of people. At some point he'd passed out from drinking too much, but now he was awake again, half-drunk and half-hungover, with the full need to puke. Stumbling, just a little, down some corridors, he slid his hand along the wall to keep himself steady as he made it to the mens' bathroom. 

It felt like he was throwing up for hours, kneeling down on the nasty bathroom floor, head stuck in the even nastier public toilet, just letting the sewage system have it. The smell was horrifying, and eventually Fitz was reduced to just dry-heaving, so he pulled himself up. After spending a minute or so just leaning against the side of the stall, he washed his hands and decided to call it a night. Hopefully, he'd make it back to his dorm in one piece without passing out on the ground for some student to find.

Fitz walked out into the courtyard, which was completely empty. Understandable, considering most people were still at the rave or passed out in some nook or cranny or some sort; he'd decided to leave somewhat early (so he wouldn't make a fool out of himself or get dicks or something drawn on his face). He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hand. God, was he completely worn out. Like a zombie, or something. 

It was actually quite amazing, in retrospect, how long it took him to realize something was wrong. He'd made it halfway down the path before glancing to his side and--

He froze.

His limbs seized up, his blood went cold, and he was no longer half-asleep. The tree in the middle of the courtyard.

Had a body.

Hanging from it.

Fitz's breath caught in his throat and he managed to take a few steps back, putting his hands to his head in horror. Was this a prank? This had to be a prank. This had to be a prank. This had to be a prank. 

He'd just go up to it and--and make sure that it was just...

Stumbling, he was just able to reach up and touch the hand hanging down. It was like ice. And so, so real.

He wanted to scream but he couldn't, he couldn't scream or function and he started flapping his hands in terror before he dug his phone out of his pocket, hitting the 'Emergency Call' button. Coulson's number popped up.

"Better be good, Fitz, I just won a--"

"Th-the... courtyard."

Fitz dropped the phone. His knees buckled and he practically collapsed, pulling himself to sit up against the base of the tree, the body just above his head. His teeth were clenched, his eyes were wide, and he drew his knees up to his chin.

Someone was murdered tonight.

[shieldacademyrpg-blog]

The announcement: At roughly 3 am, agent Leopold Fitz found the body of a fellow agent and communications professor Fields on the sciences & technology campus. The cause of death is unknown and under investigation, however all evidence points to an accident that happened due to intoxication at one of the secret raves in the Boiler Room. From this day onward, such raves are banned. All students must remain indoors in this time of grief. We offer our sincere condolences to the family and friends of the deceased, and thank agent Fields for all of the work he's done securing SHIELD. While he breathed, he defended. The real story: At roughly 3 am, agent Leopold Fitz found the body of a fellow agent and communications professor Fields strung to a tree on the sciences & technology campus. The cause of death has been determined and pinned to a Hydra attack. Agent Fields had been the main defender of SHIELD against the organisation and his assassination by said organisation was purely tactical. All evidence points to it being one of the many planned physical attacks yet to come.

What can be done: self paras, open starters

[alexislind]

Don’t let ops or comms tell you otherwise, but this was totally scitech’s party. Alexis leaned against the wall of the Boiler Room, cradling a beer bottle and looking around for someone she knew. Technically she wasn’t supposed to be drinking with her meds, but one bottle wasn’t going to hurt her. She’d done the math. (She was an astrophysicist, not a chemist, but... same difference. All the same to an ops/comms student, anyway.)

Despite the rave being a supposed “secret”, the entire school, both student and faculty, was here. Alexis was pretty sure she’d seen Professor Coulson threatening to sing karaoke earlier, and everyone knew Skye had hacked the music. Besides, there wasn’t a way it could get weirder than the last dance. Absentmindedly, she wondered what the teachers’ RateMyProfessors pages looked like.

Finally, she saw someone she knew. “Hey!” she said, coming up to them. “Care to do the Kidz Bop Slide?” Or turn it off all together? she added silently.

[hacking101-blog]

@ethicalhack1ng

scitech bothering to put firewalls on the playlists is so cute lmao you know im gonna get my dirty little hacker hands all over your party