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Charles Xavier	Not too long ago, a message went out to SHIELD from Chief Carter. It read: "It has come to my attention that there are a series of strange cases where non-powered people have been separated from their bodies astrally. Their physical frames are in comas, and their astral selves are lost, often mentally damaged, in the astral plane. This was first observed by Professor Charles Xavier, but he's worried it's happening in a far greater expanse of an area than he can observe. We are to keep an eye out for any mysterious comas, track their locations, and provide him information if there is no other reason for the person's coma. Feel free to send reports to Chief Carter or straight to Professor Xavier, but please keep the Chief CCed in on all communications. After all, this is now SHIELD's business. -Chief Margaret Carter" SHIELD has found multiple cases of people having entered coma - it seemed to move through apartment buildings like a strange virus, leaving SHIELD to need to go into all of the rooms to check for those that might need help. It seems to be tied to area: like a coma-bomb went off, yet disturbed no items physically. The count is now up to perhaps seventy-five of the cases - women, men, children, elderly - everyone and anyone seems to be effected. The frustrating part is that it seems to always be that SHIELD is chasing long after the situation passed: someone would come home, discover a comatose person, and finally the message might pass through from first responders. By the time SHIELD gets there, whatever did it isn't there anymore. Today, though, there's a stroke of 'luck': two powered people were visably having an altercation outside of university housing at Washington Square Park, and the whole of an onlooker group of nine people suddenly collapsed into unconsciousness. Four other people are being detained as being 'psychically confused', awaiting SHIELD's arrival on site, as the campus emergency and park officers try to make sense of a big mess.
Natasha Romanova	She wouldn't normally deal with this sort of thing, but she's in the area so she heads towards it. Natasha's just finished another assignment in the vicinity so when the alert comes in the senior agent is going along with the group to investigate. She's got her normal weapons loadout, which might stand out a bit more than the group going in to scry and magically investigate. The Avenger is on alert as she goes in. As she comes to the area where the altercation took place and the cordon has been setup, Natasha is on evaluatory mode. Taking in the zone where the fight took place, looking for things that would stand out. Signs of traps, othe threats, various things inthe environment which could have lead to something happening.. Her hand is resting over on her pistol. That's the norm for her. Always alert. On edge.
Leopold Fitz	It's always the same, isn't it? It's true all around. First, EMS and police. Then police radio in to the substation, where it's bumped up. And up. And finally, SHIELD hears about it through both the unofficial and official lines. They pray that that they hear unofficially first, as that may shave an hour or three off response time. Frustrating, it is. Each site, Dr Fitz has his tech out, scanning the scenes, looking for something, anything that might give a hint. A blip of radiation, some EMP, residual hints of a sonic attack.. anything. Grasping at straws is not something Fitz is good at, nor does it do anything for his mood. Finally, there's a 'hit', and at the moment's call, he's grabbing his backpack and running out of the office and out to a waiting darkly colored sedan that screams 'government agency'. Jumping into the back, he's sorting himself even as the tires screech and squeal as they pull away. The next couple of minutes allows Fitz to get his equipment out and readied. DWARF in the air, his detectors on and checking for every conceivable spectrum that can be seen, heard, touched or smelled, plus the others. The car pulls up, tossing up some dirt and debris, and Dr Fitz comes out, looking very much like a SHIELD agent, complete with his tech goggles.. and he walks with definite and distinct purpose, his attention half on his readings and the other on the area ahead of him.. though his DWARF does a better job of it. He has his badge, and it hangs upon his belt next to his ID, "Dr Leopold Fitz," is announced to get around the barricade that is most certainly to be going up. "Tell me what happened here.. slowly, an' distinctly."
Jane Foster	This sort of thing falls exactly in Jane's wheelhouse, though she is running short on sleep and high on astronomical excitement that occupied the last day or two. Napping on her way back from Virginia doesn't make up for it. She happens to be on site at the Hayden Planetarium on the boundary of Central Park when the alert for Washington Square Park goes off. The Triskelion in Westchester County is a far cry from her in Midtown, so her arrival on site is probably a bit earlier even factoring in public transit or pedestrians. She's easy to overlook in a normal civilian outfit, except for the minor celebrity recognition. Especially around New York University, someone can always be expected to know an Avenger, a famous podcaster, or the subject of the latest hot musical on Broadway. //I'm on site and eyes on the scene.// A message filters out as they organize. The redheaded spy is probably the easiest for her to spot, but Jane ghosts across Natasha's outer range of vision to make apparent her presence without interrupting whatever careful fieldwork the woman performs. Her own is more mundane: noting who is where, what individuals have fallen over, and any given patterns between them. Careful notes and the occasional photograph give additional information to feed back to Fitz -- and whomever else is about -- while she makes a point of gauging factors like violence and anything that simply feels plain off.
Cael Becker	Having a doctor on site would be handy during a medical crisis like this. Having a doctor on site who has Jon's additional gifts and senses? Well - that was invaluable. So as soon as the message comes through, Cael abandons her own efforts to help with packing up Jon's apartment and grabs her jacket and her helmet, calling to Agnes and them, "Hey Agnes, can you finish packing up the kitchen on your own? We're needed!"     The pair make their way down to the building where Cael's bike waits - and the pair helmet up, weaving though traffic for the short drive - and moving at speeds that were generally inadviseable. It's a thrilling ride, being on a motorcycle with someone as skilled at weaving through traffice as Cael is - thanks to her mis-spent youth.     They pull up - parking the bike just outside the police cordon as Cael flashes her SHIELD badge at one of them. "Can you direct us to Office Shelby?" she asks without any preamble.
Jonathan Sims	Jon had paid attention to the message from Chief Carter, because the astral plane is where he spends a good deal of his time these days. At least a third of it, if not more. He lives in Manhattan, and though he's in the middle of packing for a move when the call goes out he heads down with Cael, earbud in and wearing civilian clothing, which today means jeans and a light jacket.     On arriving with Cael he scans the area with magical sight, depending on others to note more mundane details. So far as he knows he's the only one here with such abilities--not knowing about Dr. Foster's particular skills--so he tunes out the normal world and focuses on the magical and the astral, brow slightly furrowed. Cael can get them through the cordon and so on.
Charles Xavier	From Natasha's approach, she's going to see a lot of the crews arriving to try to help the people that are laying on the ground. The numbers are just large, and it's hard to prepare for a whole group of people to collapse with no apparent injuries. Is it safe to move them? What is happening? Natasha's view to the area will include mostly those. These emergencies turn into seas of movement, when they happen in busy areas. The attempts to lock the area off are semi-successful - at least the university dorms haven't spilled students out into the area everywhere. In fact, that might catch someone's attention as strange: the university housing should be abuzz with interest and people looking at what happened outside. But it's silent. Easy to overlook when there's so much activity in front, but sometimes a lack of something can tell a lot as well. On arrival, the situation looks to be that five of the nine that were comatose have been moved into ambulances, and there's lots of pictures being taken of the others, trying to get the crime scene quickly recorded so that the victims can be treated. The front of the residential area for the university housing is open, and the coffeeshop there and common room zone has been repurposed, with a lot of police attention focused on it, or whatever is inside it. In terms of a 'fight', there's no evidence of one in terms of property damage -- if it was a fight, there were no Hulks throwing up big messes; it's pretty clear of any debris or marks, aside from some blood where one of the people collapsed. It looks like the event may have happened towards the park, as the onlookers were arranged in a semi-circle as if they'd been closer to the campus housing. "We've got two metahumans having some kind of argument, and an ability was fired off that downed a total of 13 victims; 9 are unconscious. Suspects are location unknown, last seen leaving the vicinity to the west, but that's sketchy - looks like witnesses were targeted." Cael's question gets a focused answer as she joins the questions with Fitz: "Officer Shelby's over in the residential lobby, with the victims that are still conscious," is provided, as well as directions to where that is. In terms of astral sight looking around, there aren't any astral characters lurking, but there are signs of some sort of fight - the area is charged with strange, subtle rips - some harsh power was present here, and it was very recently. Echoes of it fan out a pretty large distance.
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would go to scan over and glance at the housing. "There's always interest.." This is public, and campus security hasn't driven everyone away. So why is there just this for all as well it might have been passive? She would note ot the specialists, "Is it broadcasting something?" Astrally? Some sort of negative vibe or feedback? Natasha's not feeling any sort of presence that's trying to drive her off or influence her..     She ponders, going over to look at the ground. "Do you have identities on them? What sort of abilities were tehy demonstrating?" She's trying to get an idea if the 'eruption' was a result of the two fighting or something else.     "Are you picking up any sort of unusual energy readings emanating from here, Agent?" This of course given to Fitz. But Jane also might chime in.
Leopold Fitz	Fitz had sort of seen Agent Romanoff, but to bother her would really be a bother. If the famous spy needed something, she would.. yes. Ask. Twisting around to see the approach of Cael and Jon, brows rise in askance; they didn't recognize him? He did them, of course, and a nod is given on their arrival, just as they're catching the same report as he is. He looks up and around, searching for and finding that which he wanted. Cameras. He points to them, and down to the officers, "I want those pulled," comes in that soft burr of a Scottish accent. Daisy can look at them.. There is that pause as he looks around, recalling the words briefly and trying to get a lay of the land. The 2 metahumans left, last seen going west. A quick, studied look is given in the direction before he turns around to where Officer Shelby is. In Fitz' hand, is, yes.. his detector. "I've got nothing," he begins softly. "No residual physical markers. No radiation, no EMP, no.. no nothing. So.." In a way, it narrows it down.
Jane Foster	"The impact wasn't mundane from the readings I'm getting. Fitz, are you capturing any energy sequences left behind?" Jane speaks quietly through the comms once she is on the ground, continuing her outward circle as other SHIELD agents pop up amongst the crowds heaving and swaying to a confused beat. That puts her closer to the green, pausing for a moment as she looks at a tree. Or the area around the tree. "The distortions are spatial, but not temporal. Coterminous state outside baseline reality. If I had to guess, they left together and that left a... scar, for lack of a better word. I'm getting a broad idea of the circumference, but not precise. It's not exactly a blatant crater in the ground." She holds a slim device in her hand, not much larger than her phone, cylindrical in shape and blinking lightly on one end. Her walk causes her to pause and drop three or four of those little devices she's so fond of, sticky-sided and easily attached to a tree, a rock, a pole. The relaying network of monitors can sync up to her phone and, if Fitz likes, the D.W.A.R.F. Just another way of widening their array. As she gets closer to the location of Officer Shelby, she stumbles. A bit uncharacteristic, but not altogether unexpected given the uneven ground and whatnot. Catching herself takes a moment, and she blinks off at the entrance. "Sims? Can you detect anything around the conscious ones? Just a guess but they're probably..." A pause. How does she even frame it? "Off?"
Cael Becker	"Oh - Agent Fitz," Cael remarks, greeting the man with a brief smile. "Glad to see you here. If you wish to deal with the footage... I'll go see what Office Shelby has to offer, and if the witnesses have had anything useful to share."     She adds a nod towards Jon as well, leaving him to handle //his// end of things while she makes her way into the lobby to speak with the officer in charge. "Officer Shelby? I'm Agent Becker of SHIELD. I was wondering what you've... learned so far."     Her voice takes on a briefly distracted tone as she looks around the lobby, noting a lack of lookie-lous in the residence, before she trains her attention on Shelby. "Where are the residents of the dorm? I remember what college was like - these kids should be... all over this."
Jonathan Sims	Jon nods politely to Natasha and Fitz and Jane as they all converge on the same area, though he's half-distracted paying attention to those echoes in the astral plane. "No obvious signs of anything... lurking, but there's a magical disturbance, yes," he notes. "Scar's the right word, I think. Echoes of a... fight? Maybe. There was power here, used recently, and it sent ripples across quite a distance."     He pauses, peering around slowly. "There's an image sort of... embedded in the psychic energy. A... whip, maybe?" He frowns. "The nature of the weapon, or just the /intent/ of it...?"     He shakes himself and blinks to try to focus back on /this/ part of reality. Glancing to Jane, he says, "You think... what, their spirits left their bodies and that's what left the rips? That would certainly explain the comas." He nods at her request, though, and after one last look around the 'blast zone' as it were he turns to walk over toward the conscious victims. He'll get a closer look, see if he can see anything particularly wrong with their auras or their astral bodies--but almost immediately he blinks and says, "Not a whip... a noose?"
Charles Xavier	"No, but we're trying to collect any footage. There were a lot of people around, and no obvious power sources yet," is the answer to Natasha when she asks her questions nearby to one of the officers that is taking pictures. "We had an outside, more distant witness say that it was very bright and purple, though-- but we haven't any evidence to agree that it was any color at all. This could be a big mass hallucination." These weird attacks are frustrating to the crime scene investigator that Natasha just happened to be nearby to. Cael's question gets the first answer. "Hi, Agent Becker. We can use the backup, here. There's a lot of misinformation going around. The residents? We were fortunate, actually - a fire alarm was triggered a few minutes before all of this went down. The evacuation went towards the parking area for the building. Looks like just some of the students that came out the wrong way ended up being struck. Could be someone tried to diffuse the situation, and there's a lot of phone footage showing two people arguing - no power display at all in those -- but as I..." Voices raise in the back of the lobby. "NO, I AM NOT CONFUSED, I HAVE TOLD YOU, MY FACE HAS BEEN STOLEN," is being yelled by a young blonde man. Some medical personnel clearly are preparing to sedate him. Of the four 'confused' victims, one is screaming (the blonde guy), two women are clustered to one side surrounded by medical staff (but they look stable), and one, other woman of college age, is already sedated.
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would nod at the officer, "Ensure that we have all the security footage. Do a trawler on social media to see what anyone's put up and do a region check." Basically analyse anything that's been put up within a range of the area that people watching might have posted. She would consider over to herself while the young man would start to yell. She would let out a sigh.. Then she would go to start jogging on over and go to approach in thought. "Did they all start doing this?" Her accent would be thicker than usual and with more of a Russian tint to it. A show of light irritation. Time to see perhaps if anyone that had been yelling had put up anything. She approaches, but does stay ou tof hte way of the medics so as to not interfere.
Leopold Fitz	The good Dr Fitz has worked on upgrading and upgrading his little DWARFs so much that they're almost sentient, but not. There is no AI within them at all. They do their work with a a precise algorithm and take nothing upon themselves. To that end, they can be connected to standard SHIELD HUDs to either watch their progress, and for a special few, they can guide. "1-4-8, Dr. Foster," is given to Jane. It's the log for her particular setup in order to get into the little drone's sensor array. The drone, 'Happy' (as listed on the bottom left of the HUDspace) reads almost exactly what Fitz had announced from his readout. No physical particles present as residual energy. He does turn and watch the good doctor work, delineating the circle that she's finding, and as the woman trips, he's trying to be there in order to keep her from falling. "Are you-" the rest is left off as Sims is addressed. This is quickly getting out of his range; and he listens to the reports that are quickly given. "Psychic an' astral." Fitz murmurs the next, "Figures," before he starts to check those still standing, though confused and stable. A glance is given to the one who is yelling before he looks away again, his attention on the pair of women "Hey," he tries to keep his voice down, low and measured, and friendly. "Hello." Time to see how responsive they are to him. Why is he doing this, the introverted, most socially awkward one of the group? Maybe because he's not so far removed from their ages, at the very least. "C'n you tell me, in your own words, wha' happened?"
Jane Foster	"Thank you, Fitz." She means that. He's willing to help her and that counts for much, especially given the abundance of uncertainty left in the field. "Sorry, bit loud over there. All right... Comatose victims lacking expected activity in the cortical layers or pyramidal cells would be indicative of physical trauma. Do we have have any EEGs or MEGs to determine the electrical or neural activity of these or previous victims?" Jane walks through ideas aloud, quiet but measurable. "Something to review, whether any activity can be traced and precisely which areas of the brain those processes originated from. Getting similar samples from the conscious--" Then there goes the neighbourhood shouting about how his face fell off. Or someone robbed him of it. She winces, going quiet to regather her wits. A low sigh as her voice carries over the coms, directed to the scientist and psychologist. "Sitting still for the electrodes or machine doesn't seem very likely. Comparing the unconscious patients to other baseline patterns for sleep and unconsciousness could give us some medical insight. This is a Jemma moment." Gallows humour from the brunette only gets worse with confirmation. "A noose?" Only then does Happy come nearby and she prods at the tablet, bringing up the details of her own sensors calibrated for minute fluctuations of space and kick a few fluctuating lines that settle down once calibrated into that good drone's system. She resists the urge to reach out and pat it. Give a robot a cute name and appearance, human tendencies for anthropomorphism kick right in. Natasha, Cael and Fitz taking over the soft approach certainly helps, it means she can try to look at the conscious quartet from slightly further off.
Cael Becker	"That's good at least... And you've kept them out of the building for now, then?" That was probably for the best. But as the man begins to yell, it's actually towards him that Cael begins to move, a curious look on her features. It sounded like crazy babel but- ...she's been through a lot of crazy shit lately.     "Hey man," she greets him in a calm, soothing tone of voice. "I believe you. Some weird shit's been happening, yeah? But- well - it'd be very helpfull if you took a deep breath, slowed down for a moment, and tell me what happened." She demonstrates, taking a deep, slow breath - and idly wishing she had Bear. The dog could perhaps help calm the guy - without having to go straight to medication. "Why don't you tell me about your face," she says in a low, calm voice. "Deep breaths. You can do this."
Jonathan Sims	As one of the victims he's been observing from afar starts yelling, Jon moves over that way. Fitz can handle talking to the young women, so Jon focuses on the one yelling, pulling out his SHIELD badge to flash it at the medics around the young man as Cael moves in to talk to him. "I'm a psychiatrist--can we examine him before you sedate him? He might be able to help us get some clues about what's going on."     Which means Jon will stand there and watch while Cael talks the young man through things, but he murmurs into the comms to Jane and Fitz, "Maybe if we can calm them down enough we can get them to sit for electrodes. Being able to tell whether they're sleeping or /dreaming/ or not would be extremely helpful."
Charles Xavier	The two women that Fitz approaches are in different types of 'calm'. One of them, in a red sweatshirt and braided dark hair, is staring into space. When Fitz asks them something, she stares through him, and comments, "I'm in an episode of Quantum Leap. I need to do something important," in a disoriented voice. "Maybe I've traveled through time. A time portal of maaaagic." The other young woman, with a lot of dark makeup, sort of looks at the other woman weirdly, then at Fitz. There's distance in the gaze there, but good awareness. "We were watching a fight of purple energy, two men. But then something happened, and we switched bodies somehow. I'm Deidre, not 'Tamara,' alright.... and, I have a headache the size of this room, along with this weird out of body experience." In the background, a different officer is identifying each of the four victims based on their IDs. Charlie Swann is the blonde guy. Deidre Kessel is the one in the hoodie. Katie Thomas is unconscious, and Tamara Anderson is the one in the dark makeup. "IT IS ON THE FLOOR," says the guy who is NOT calm, pointing at Katie Thomas, when Cael and Jon try to get more information about the stolen face. "I WAS IN A TUNNEL OF LIGHT. AM I DEAD? I AM STOLEN AND DEAD," yells the guy. There's a lot of panic here, potentially a psychotic break level, and one of the medical staff tries to get aggressive with the sedation, though the SHIELD agents could stop him if they chose. "We don't want him to hurt himself or Katie," is the reason, though...
Natasha Romanova	The two that had switched bodies.. That she overhears. Then Natahsa mutters about the man "He's nowhere near old enough.." She would glance at the man and moves to take her hand out, "ALl right. You're in somewhere different. The medics are going to help calm and treat you, but.." She would frown over. "Where were you from and what were you doing before you were.. S tolen? If you can down and tell us things, we can help with stopping it. We just want to help you." Oh yes, this 'empathy' thing.
Leopold Fitz	Fitz glances at Natasha, ready to make eye contact; perhaps follow his lead? He's getting one of the stories, punctuated by the screaming man. "Okay, Deidre," he says quietly, calmly. From the fuss, and the sounds regarding psychic energy, he's believing this. Very much so, but he's also very much the scientist. "Can you recognize who that is, an' then who it sounds like?" He's trying. "Speech patterns. Ask them a question. Help me." Fitz is wondering if the one screaming is actually someone lying on the ground, unconscious. The only hope he has now is that they all know each other.. which is a longshot. A quick shake of his head is a quick answer in terms of sedating, "I can't have you do that yet." In the next moment, he's muttering, "God, I wish Jemma were here." and he's back, trying his best to sort things out.. on the fly. "He might very well be Katie," is offered up to Jon, which sounds so dumb to his ears, but so very plausible. As far as EEGs go, how could one map it and match it with no other studies?
Jane Foster	Catching a bit of Deidre's story -- and Tamara's -- keeps Jane rooted to the ground for a moment. Longer than she might care to admit, attempting to parse the impossible through a scientific lens. Mind you, no scientific textbook includes examples of verified body-swapping, at least that don't come with some heavy redactions and 'metahuman involvement suspected' as the keywords. A nod for Jon's suspicions on dreaming, sleeping or some other state in between suits her just fine. She moves over to the EMT team not immediately engaged and asks, "Can we get EEGs set up for Ms. Kessel and Ms. Anderson, if they'd consent to it? We would like to ensure there hasn't been any damage to the brain and surrounding structures based on the energy they are reporting. Ruling out a mass hallucination or similar effect. Once the unconscious students are transported to hospital, we can order the same for them, presumably?" This is tiptoeing along the edges of her general scientific knowledge. Fitz gets a supportive nod from the sidelines, for what she can hear anyway. He's not the only one wishing he had Jemma about, but do as one can to fill in for the Furiae. "Tamara?" Her voice rises gently, and she heads to that girl in the red sweatshirt. "What important thing do you need to do? I'm not sure we caught what you said earlier." She breaks into a smile, trying to modulate her tone to conversational. The non-scary SHIELD agent, the non-agent at all, that's her. "I'm with you here. The portal can be disorienting. Do you see anything familiar around you?" 'I'm trying,' she mouths at Natasha. "We can work on reversing the switch once we have everything stabilized." Please. Right? Maybe?
Cael Becker	As Natasha comes closer to the distraught man, further crowding someone who's clearly overwhelmed already, Cael gives her a disapproving frown - and holds out a hand in a stopping motion towards the medic.     "Katie?" she asks, while looking at the man in front of her. "Katie, yeah? Look... you're not dead. I promise you, you're not dead - and we're working hard to understand what happened, so we can help put thing back the way they're supposed to be. Will you let us help you, Katie?" she asks in an encouraging voice.     She gestures to one of the medics before she adds, "The doctors here are worried about you - and they need to give you some medication that will help things. Will you let them do that please, Katie? Will you let us help you? And then we'll call someone to come sit with you. Yeah? Who should we call for you?"
Jonathan Sims	For a moment, Jon's stomach sort of drops out as he puts two and two together, between context clues and the way the four auras look. They've been body-swapped. They've /all/ been body-swapped. Well, damn. "Dr. Foster, I think we're going to need to quarantine these people until we can get this sorted out," he murmurs into the comms. "All of them, potentially. They're absolutely right. They're in the wrong bodies." He sighs. "Torn out of their bodies into the astral plane, moved around and then shoved back. The screaming man and the woman on the floor have the most damage, but they've all... well, I won't get into hypothetical comparisons. None of it's pretty."     He nods to Fitz, noting the name. Katie. He gives the yelling man--no, the yelling /woman/--a sympathetic look, but makes no move to stop the medics from sedating her. He does look right at her--at the person who appears to be Charlie Swann--and says, in his best 'soothing doctor voice,' "We're going to fix this, Katie, alright? Just trust us, please. We know what's wrong, and we'll fix the problem." One way or another. Even if he, at least, has no clue /how/ just yet.
Charles Xavier	The young man Charlie (Or Katie at the wheel?) is non-aggressive, but is really having a lot of clear mental trouble even parsing the information being offered. He backs up, but then sits down hard in a chair, and curls into a ball, disoriented. There's a lot of mental trauma, disorientation, confusion, so it's making the reasoning near impossible. But at least there's no aggression, just panic. Maybe all the soothing helps -- or just physically blocking view of the 'corpse' on the floor that Katie can see might be helping. Still, they may be able to at least steer Katie to stop screaming. "The other one was more severe," Officer Shelby says, avoiding calling ANYONE 'Katie' at this point. They had no choice with the person already sedated. Deidre orients quite well on Fitz. "Well that's not me," Deidre says of 'Deidre' next to her. "I don't know Charlie well. Are you Charlie?" Deidre asks of the woman next to her. "I'm someone eeeeeeeeeeeeelse now," says the Quantum Leap person. "But I don't know my mission, no. It was so bright. They were fighting outside. I had my books in my hands, they bumped into us. Was it the fire? It was a fire alarm."
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would shake her head, "Breathe, we want to help you. We'll try and fix things. But we have to try and figure out what happened. As you feel up to it, tell us what you can remember and what happened leading up to this. Did you see anything going on? There was a fight going on outside. Did you see who it was involving or what it was like?"     As Jonathan would confirm what she was thinking on the 'body swap' she would nod. "Something external had to have triggered it.." It doesn't seem to have been the fight though. One of the others would have picked it up and mentioned something.
Leopold Fitz	As for the EMTs, and by now, the paramedics have called a Mass Casualty Incident, that is, it alerts the local hospitals that they'll have a larger than normal inflow and currently the patient list is larger than the medical personal and vehicles can safely take. Sirens from all parts of the City are singing in the air, the lights lit. One of the more seasoned EMTs shakes his head, "Out of our scope, ma'am. Not even paramedics. We need neuro for that." That, however, does allow the man to call in to ask for neuro in the hospitals to go on standby. "Atta girl, Dierdre," is murmured by Fitz. The girl gets the Scotsman's full attention as they work through the 'who's who'. "What were you wearing?" Now, the shell game begins with those that are at least coherent enough, or able to be calmed to a point of being coherent. Some, of course, are speaking in riddles, in puzzles. Everyone one in SHIELD has taken cryptography courses, or at least CEUs in it! The babbling about the fire alarm does give that timestamp of when everything happened, so it should be easy to pinpoint on the videos. So, with that added determination from Jon, Fitz is in the right, and has managed to identify at least two of them correctly. "Now, Dierdre, we're goin' to be helping you all. You have to trust us, okay? You can trust me. My name is Leo Fitz." He smiles and adds, "You can call me Leo. But, it's lookin' like we're going to be bringing you to a special medical compound. You an' your friends. I can make sure your parents are called, let them know you're safe, okay?"
Jane Foster	"Apologies, I didn't meant to flub that one." Jane chews her inner cheek, and bashfully spreads her hands to the EMT. "I can call if-- ah. You have it? Thank you." Jemma's never going to let her live that down, but hey, space sharks. Another factor needs to be explored, and she murmurs in an aside, comms bright and helpful, "What's the chance the men dueling triggered it by attempting to use a power or the energy on one another? That might account for those nearest being affected most strongly, and the men fleeing possibly having a secondary effect based on contact?" Facts to be directed at someone, and definitely not certain altogether. Points she's going to make after reviewing whatever materials they have. And in the meantime, she can certainly help Fitz resolve the greater source of confusion. "You'll get excellent care with some of the best health care providers in the city. This has to be terribly confusing and different. However, we are going to help however we can to set things to right. Putting you back in yourselves." A faint flicker of a smile rises again for Diedre, and then her attention shifts to Tamara. "We can walk through the next steps, but it's going to take us a little bit of time to resolve. That means getting you somewhere safe -- and close by one another -- so you know we're taking good care of you." They might all be still full of questions, but the trick up her sleeve is the one she blatantly can't apply right then and there. In the business of souls, the hidden psychopomp is practically squirming with frustration.
Cael Becker	"I think you should sedate her," Cael says to waiting medics - letting out a sigh, as she turns back towards Jon, a worried frown on her features. "You think we can bring them back to the Triskelion for treatment? They're going to need specialized care, obviously. And I'd assume that we need to use the medical records of the body they're inhabiting to ensure there's no issues with allergies or the like - while addressing them by their own name, and letting the //correct// next-of-kin visit them- what a mess."     There's a tired, sad look in her eyes at the thought of it. How do they sort something like this out?     "And how do we get to the- wait, can't Agnes get a reading fro-" Her thoughts catch up with her lips a moment later, and she's immediately shaking her head. No. Nope - that's a line that can't and shouldn't be crossed, and would be far too easy to justify, far too often. No - she's a //child// - and she's Jon's daughter.     "Sorry. Wasn't thinking for a second, there."
Jonathan Sims	Jon is taking a moment to look between Katie-in-charlie and Katie's body on the floor, then to Deidre-in-Tamara, and then whoever thinks they're Sam Beckett, frowning to himself. "I don't see an aura that matches that body. No Charlie among these four." He sighs. "We're definitely going to need all... nine? All nine of them." He reaches up to rub at his face. It's not going to be as simple as 'this aura goes here,' because of course it isn't. But they'll sort through it all.     He nods his agreement with Jane and Fitz, though. "We have experts in this... particular field. I know it's terrifying and confusing, but none of you are dead."     Before he can really get further into anything Cael is turning to him and making suggestions and he shakes his head sharply. "Anything she could get, I could get better and with more detail. What Agnes does is just... what I do, simplified. We'll see if getting statements helps or not, in time."
Charles Xavier	"Thirteen, total," says Officer Shelby to Jon. Thirteen might be all mismatched. It's a lot, and her face shows her horror of this situation. One of the tech assistants contacts Fitz specifically - they've got some visuals started from CCTV they asked for, and are starting to work on facial recognition on those that were seen arguing. It was two men. They got a particular good piece of it from one of the comatose bystanders just now, though: Anne Biswick's mother checked her phone and found a great video -- and that piece of footage has been escalated through to top importance. It shows one man from the front doing some weird hand motions in a taunting manner, and another blocking invisible stuff -- and a lot of other bystanders collapsing at that same moment; well, the collapse is assumed, since the comatose person that was filming it also fell down at that time. But it is a start. Deidre (whose ID says Tamara) is the easiest to work with, and will help to some degree with various small facts or filling in gaps. She wasn't close by, so her view wasn't great. The others will need more leading (and yes, probable sedation to get Katie to relax out of panic due to her extreme level of psychic damage and trauma), but are interested in being helped and fixed, and can be taken to a safer location for things to be sorted out.