bakerstreet | It's a trap

the TRAPPED meme

Your day has just taken a definite turn for the worse. There you were, minding your own business, exploring a cave system or wandering through a structurally unsound building or whatever it is you do for fun (hey, no judgement here), when by sabotage or natural disaster or plain old fashioned bad luck, suddenly it's collapsing all around you.

Tough break.

1. H/C options

Claustrophobia. Some people don't do too well with tight spaces, particularly when the way out just disappeared in a cloud of dust and rubble. Hopefully whoever's down there with you can help keep you calm.
Injury. Broken bones and blunt force trauma, oh my! Turns out collapsing chunks of ceiling are bad for the health. Who saw that coming.
BONUS ROUND: HEAD INJURY. Who am I, where am I, where the hell did this headache come from? Whether they've got a concussion or full-on plot-convenient amnesia, there's one thing to remember - keep them talking, and don't let them fall asleep.
BONUS ROUND: HYPOTHERMIA. Because it's not a H/C options section without the classic huddling-for-warmth trope.
Mission Failed. Well you may be in one piece, but whatever you were trying to achieve before you got trapped? Doomed. As long as you're going nowhere, might as well dwell on the consequences of your failure.

2. ACTION options

We need to go deeper. The way you came in is gone? Well that only leaves you one option. Better keep exploring, and hope there's a back way out everyone just forgot to mention...
BONUS ROUND: Shit, too deep. What do you mean you forgot to mark the way you came as you passed? You're lost? Well shit.
We're not alone in here... You hear that? Footsteps just a little too out-of-sync with your own, and-- was that a whisper of a breeze or something breathing...?
Dig for freedom! Wait for rescue? Pah! We don't need no stinkin' rescue. You can dig your own way out thank-you-very-much.
The next round. Whatever just brought everything crashing down round you? Whether it was explosion or earthquake, there's another one coming - you may have survived last time, but better get the hell out before round two or you might not be so lucky.
The show must go on. You're in one piece, so whatever you were trying to achieve before you got trapped? You're going to damn well achieve it, come hell or high water.

3. OBLIGATORY SMUT option

'cause you crazy kids are gonna stick it in there (pun absolutely intended) one way or another

4. WILDCARD option

Whatever. I'm a meme, not a cop.

Warning: This meme is likely to deal with severe injury, and may be uncomfortable for people with claustrophobia. Please be a good RPer and respect your thread partners' wishes if they are uncomfortable with something!

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Yeah. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

[He is a nervous laugher. He doesn't love that about himself.]

[He takes the flashlight, and he thinks he's doing pretty well, right up until he tries to focus the light beam and sees just how much it's shaking.]

So... you think someone called the fire brigade yet?

[She's really trying to remain patient, as it's clear he's freaking out. But him freaking out also isn't helping the situation.]

It's only been a few minutes. Doubt anyone has even noticed we're gone.

[Daisy says, looking through the crack as best she can with how much the light keeps bouncing on and away from where she's trying to see.

Frowning as a thought comes to mind, she glances over her shoulder towards him. She has a choice to make here. Either they're stuck down here for god knows how long, or she takes a risk by showing him her powers.]

Stay where you are. I'm going to try something.

[She warns before raising her hand, and almost immediately the wall of limestone starts to quiver and crack.]

Jesus Christ!

[Technically, he does stay where he is. He also instinctively ducks and covers, arms wrapped over his head.]

[He isn't afraid of her powers, exactly. He can't get his head around the concept enough to be afraid of magic, and somehow, it doesn't seem as pressing as the fact that they are stuck and everything already feels like it's about to give way and now the goddamn wall is shaking]

[When the roof doesn't immediately fall on his head, he manages to force himself back upright, looking a little sheepish - but only a little, because that still felt like a reasonable reaction to him.]

You sure that's not load-bearing?

[Daisy has to stop, not making as much of a dent in the limestone as she'd like. The pain in her arms was a warning that if she continues, she'll likely break them. She listens, for now, but eventually they have to get out of here unless they're rescued.]

Pretty sure.

[She says, turning to look at him while holding her arm close to herself.]

Sorry. I should've warned you.

Yeah. You should've.

[He looks at how she's holding her arm, and sighs, the doctor briefly surfacing from the sea of panic.]

Let me look at that.

[All things considered, his reaction isn’t as bad as she was expecting. Unless seeing someone use super human powers was something he’s witnessed before.]

It’s my own fault.

[Daisy admits, holding her arm out to him. If he pulls up her sleeve he’ll see some bruising running up her arm, with some of the bruises new and others older.]

Are you a doctor?

Jesus, I must be distracted. I usually lead with that.

[He takes her arm, gently but firmly, and pushes up her sleeve. His hands are shaking a little, but he knows what he's doing, and it shows: his fingers press lightly against a few points along her forearm.]

Where does it hurt?

[Daisy almost makes a teasing remark about being trapped in a cave makes it easy to forget things, but thinks better of it considering his reactions so far.

Wincing when he presses his fingers against her tender skin, Daisy presses her lips together before answering.]

Everywhere you pressed.

[She knows that is a cause for concern, but she hates to be fussed over.]

Side effect of my power, didn’t think I would need to wear my gauntlets. They prevent my bones from breaking.

[The bruising makes it hard to assess, since her whole arm is starting to swell with it, but...]

I can't feel any complete fractures, that's something. Move your fingers for me. One by one, if you can.

[He can't keep his calm for long, but he can at least keep calmer when there's a job to do.]

I don't know what you just did. But if it did that kind of capillary damage, I want to get you in radiology and check for partial fractures.

You know. If... when we get out of here.

[Daisy does as he asks, and while it's painful, she's still able to do it.]

I can control and manipulate the vibrations in everything.

[She explains, looking over her shoulder briefly towards the crack she's formed in the cave. Thinking of what their next move needs to be.]

We will get out of here.

[Daisy promises, even if she shouldn't.]

I've had worse from my powers before. This is nothing.

[Which should be concerning, but not to her.]

Got any ideas of how we can get out of here, Doc?

[His eyes are still suspiciously damp-looking, and his breathing isn't at all even, but he still manages to give her a properly scathing look. A Nothing, my ass kind of look.]

I don't know, are you a structural engineer or just their worst nightmare?

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