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Date & Time: Nov. 19th - ??? at least several days, tbd
Location: Empty housing in the West Wing.
Characters: Arrested mutineers & visitors (potentially YOU)
Summary: Everyone locked up some mutineers so now they're slightly stuck in place.
Warnings: there will probably be discussion of violence and death, will add if necessary.

[ Mutineers have been put in some of the empty rooms in the West Wing, one guard at a time on the hallway and the doors only able to be opened from the outside for now. Roslyn and whoever else she can get to volunteer are rotating guard duty.

They have been set four to a room for the moment.

Cell 1: Charlie, Connor, Max, and very briefly Sev
Cell 2: Chloe, Marie, Tempest, Bond
Cell 3: Sev (after not long at all)
Cell 4: Jesse (after taking Tempest's powers)

Visitors are allowed, but please note that anyone who had at any point been advocating violence against the mutineers in a place where Roslyn is likely to have seen it will absolutely not be allowed near them. Visits will be supervised and in a separate room from the cells for the sake of privacy, with the door open and a guard within easy eyesight  and earshot of any raised voices. 

Mutineers will start without access to their tablets but will regain access within approximately a day to two days. However! These tablets will be temporarily unable to encrypt messages. Private messages to personal inboxes are still accessible but on the network itself all their interaction must be public.

Guards on Duty: Roslyn, Riku, Raiden, Wesley Mitchell, Travis Marks, Seras Victoria, Caspian. Working on 6 hour rotations, so each guard is on approximately once every 1 1/2 days.

If you have any questions about confinement etc just let me know! ]

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Chloe Frazer | OTA flatmates + visitors | nov. 19 - ??? 2nd Room

[totallytrustworthy]

[Anyone that knows Chloe knows she doesn't do confinement. She can barely stay put in a flat for a month, let alone a room full of half-strangers (half-strangers that she appreciates, of course, but you can't let your guard down when you're sharing air with someone a foot from you at just about all times.) and the constant reminder of a locked door stuck firmly in her peripheral vision. Beating it into the side of her head that there's no escaping the usual itch when it hits. When she can't sleep and the air feels stale, thick enough to choke on.

And it's an extension of the mutiny: of keeping on a disguise to mask the cracks. Only this time there's no shrugging off the thought that they've failed. That shaking the contents of this shoddy station didn't do enough to wake the transports and get them moving again.

That she's alone in a crowd-- which is, in absolutely every possible aspect-- so much worse than just being alone.

So she tries to stay focused. Tricks to keep her fingers nimble, exercise (and god it's too cramped for anything proper) to burn off wanderlust; network scanning comes later and she is as petulant and wound up when it comes to tapping out messages as she was the day they'd dragged her in. Either way, she's not her usual, enjoyable self. And it's a shame for anyone stuck in there with her.]

Nov 21

[taggingwomprats]

[It's been a few days and Luke has been trying to lay low, as per Chloe's advice. But he can't just leave her in her make-shift cell without saying or doing something. So he arranges to come visit. They shut the door behind him, of course and for a moment he stands there, looking a bit awkward and cramped in the small space. Not much privacy, but he hopes that her roommates will give them the benefit of at least pretending not to listen.]

Chloe - how are you holding up? I thought I'd check up on you.

[totallytrustworthy]

[She's not at her best, that's for sure. There's a certain brightness to her eyes that turns up at the sight of him, but the rest of her-- slouched shoulders, curled fingers, knotted muscles that are wound up tight enough to snap-- stays constant. She's already seated when he comes in, elbows over knees, and there's a brief glance spared for the supervision before she switches back to Luke.]

Oh you know. Never better. [It's not even an attempt at sounding convincing, though there is a slight tug at the edge of her mouth when she says it.] How's it looking out there?

Nov. 20 after Sokka argues with Roslyn

[originalgaangster]

[ Originally, Sokka had planned to stay away from the cells. Better to stay low, stay out of the line of fire. But after he'd argued with the self-proclaimed police chief or whoever she was, he'd felt an urge to check in on his comrades. They were his team as far as he was concerned, even if his usual gang wasn't here. He waits to be let in, raises a hand. ]

Hey, Chloe. You doing okay? Want me to bring you anything? I got some canned fish left from the last supply run I've been saving...

[ Seafood always makes him happier. It should work on other people, right? ]

[totallytrustworthy]

[It's good to see that he's laid low. Cant say it of course, but she is.

One day in means she's angry, and restless, and halfway away from tearing into the next person that stares at her wrong, but Sokka-- he dulls that sharp, livid edge. Chloe scoffs, purses her lips as she manages one of the world's shoddiest excuses for a smile. The room's too cramped for this sort of a reunion.] Saving for what, exactly? I don't think this qualifies as a special occasion, mate.

19th?

[doubleoohbaby]

[The cramped spacing hasn't exactly got James in the best of moods either, but he's not entirely unused to the concept of shared rooms and small places. It's not his first time in a cell either, and compared to a few of the prisons he's found himself chained in, this is all rather civilised.

Can't have himself brooding when there's good looking ladies around anyway, he just has to face a wall whenever he feels a manly sulk coming on.

It's the evening that has him finally deciding on finding his voice, peering over to Chloe from his own corner, brows creased downwards in a vague sort of concern.]

Cheer up, darling. We gave them a damn good run for their money.

Nov. 22

[charming_jerk]

[Johnny gives things a few days to cool down before he shows up to visit. He's brought a full backpack with him, which the current guard insists on checking. He gives them a hard time about that, but ultimately lets them do it.

Not much of a conversationalist to begin with, Johnny is really unsure of what to say to Chloe and her "cell" mates. Instead, he does drop the backpack down and opens it to reveal some food and drinks - a few bottles of water and juice, fruit, cereal bars, things they can keep without refrigeration in their room.

He looks at Chloe and shrugs a little.] Here. Brought you guys some stuff.

Wheeeenever

[givetheslip]

[At first there's really nothing to say. They all know the truth: they failed. Maria almost wishes she could say she feels nothing, that she's drained, but the truth is she's still angry. And bored. And there's nothing she can do about either.

Eventually, though, she finds her voice.]

Certainly taking their time about things, aren't they?

[theguideless]

Hello.

[the next time Chloe's invited for visitors, it's not precisely a familiar face.

Martin's waiting, smiling a shade shyly, more to the effect of having a chaperone in the room. safety first and all, he understands.

he's got a wrapped plate in his hands.]

I was starting to think everyone was asleep...

whenever u want dad

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest doesn't experience a lot of Chloe's unpleasantness, having spent a great deal either sleeping or pretending to sleep. She feels miserable and there's no way to hide it, but good god she's going to try to sleep it off and pretend to be fine.

Not that she thinks that'll work.

It's when Chloe's attempting to exercise for the nth time that Tempest finally rolls over to watch her. Because really, there's nothing else to do and if she stared any longer at the wall she'd burn a damn hole through it]

Good god, are you at it again?

19th probably

[theflyingone]

[ They can't say Altaïr didn't warn them about being careful. And yet, only a few months ago, he would be right where they are now. He had since learned discretion. In fact, he is going to be very discreet, not letting on at all that he was part of the mutiny. No one would be surprised to see him visit, though. He knows some of the people in here, has been seen talking to them as much as any other Transport. Which is, incidentally, not all that much. He tends to keep to himself among strangers. So it is with some genuine awkwardness that he enters the living quarters and makes it known to the guard that he wishes to bring Chloe some food and chat about the micro wave box.

And he is going to do exactly that. ]

Safety and peace, Chloe. I thought you might appreciate some warm food. I didn't burn it this time.

[ He gives her a look, but only briefly. His eyes periodically flick to the guard from the shadow of his hood. The separate visiting room is a bonus. The less eyes to keep track of when slipping a knife to her, the better. Just a little insurance; he worries how the Initiative will treat the mutineers. He places on a table the small paper box with the pastry steaming slightly inside. It had been easy to warm it in the microwave, as she had shown him how not long ago; even easier to gently slice the seam and replace the filling with one of his small throwing knives, wrapped in a bit of cloth. ]

I think you will enjoy the filling. [ Why does his cool, level voice sound slightly ominous? He really needs to work on his people skills. ] Be careful when biting it. It's hot.

???

[badnewsboy]

[in his search for answers (and opinions from various sources) to get a clear picture of the situation, he's managed to wander through the corridors and have enough conversations to piece together what he knows from the network. there were only a few more things that he had to find for himself.

so he heads to the most obvious place to hear the most heated and possible depressing opinions.]

Hello, this may come as a bit of a surprise, but ... [he's frowning and making a glance about before looking back at her.] I'm quite interested in what you have to say.

some time after Martin leaves

[fintastic]

[ Well, she was mad, but now that she's had some time to cool down and think about it, she's done with that. Sitting around and being angry about what happened wasn't going to get anyone anywhere. There's still the fact that they are up on Earth's moon, in cramped quarters, trying to get some semblance of their lives back. In some ways, it's worse, know that they actually can go back in time and fix their mistakes, that it's just a matter of how... but for the immediate past, there's no going back, and there's no just sending everyone home.

So even though she might not agree with them, or agree with their methods, Feferi has to see some of these mutineers for herself. Being stuck in Seattle while it all went down put her at a bit of a disadvantage in getting to actually talk to them while everything went down, but it does give her the chance to go back and pick which one she thinks she might be able to get through to.

She comes in sans weapons (naturally) with just a bag of little red candy fish that she pulls from periodically. She's even got her favorite yellow dress on, to try and bring a little extra cheer in with her. Having never met Chloe before, she only has descriptions to go on, but she finds and leaves a good two feet between them when she makes her approach. ]

Hi there. I hope you don't mind me coming to visit, I wanted to say hello.

November 22nd (Post Johnny)

[hellosailor]

[So he hears right away when Charlie and Chloe get banged up. The nice cop puts a very helpful message out and honestly, he can't be surprised at this point. This thing got a lot more... tense than he was expecting. Look, they turned off some damn lights, calm down.

Still, he's not at all tempted to go see them right off the bat. Not only would it look incredibly suspicious if every member of their little band showed up at the same time, but he also wanted to give them some time to cool down. He makes a bet Charlie will need more time than Chloe, so after a few days he grabs what's left of his cigars and heads out to go see her.

Truth be told it's barely even a jail. Just some spare rooms, but he nods politely to whatever schmuck they've got guarding these incredibly dangerous individuals and lets them close the door behind him.]

You know darlin, at first I was almost hurt you didn't invite me to join your little party. Now I think I'm relieved.

nov 20

[deadelfwalking]

[He's not quite sure why he's here. He has nothing to say. Instead, Koltira just stares, arms folded over his chest. He's done nothing for the bullet holes in his thigh and shoulder; as a result, his armor is cracked and bloodstained. A thick layer of dried, dark ichor coats each wound, shining and hard under the light.]

slides in here hello

[imperfectness]

[If he had been here a little longer, he might have been on their side. Carlos hated inaction, and he hated being stuck here, alone.

But even as he was brave, and impulsive, didn't mean he thought mutiny was the right course of action, for him. Not right now. So he hadn't acted. Truth be told, despite the consequences, he almost wished he had.

So he was slightly sympathetic, and that was why he made the post.

Anyway.

He was true to his word, and wandered in, carrying blankets and pillows stacked well above his head. He'd ransacked most of the empty housing, but it was just borrowing, right? So there were broken-in chucks, jeans, a labcoat, and a pair of dark-skinned hands carrying a lump of pillows and blankets.]

Uhh, hey!

[It was slightly muffled, but at least he announced himself!]

within like two minutes of telling her she would

[boughtabookstore]

[ She doesn't bother with the visitation room - she doesn't need to and she doesn't intend this conversation to be long. So she just knocks briskly twice in warning and then opens the door, staying in the doorway. ]

I'm not arresting Dick. I need you to stay as circumspect as possible on that post, please.

Nov. 22nd

[5055034455]

[Saul decides to meet with Chloe first. It seems the rational thing to do, when most of his anger is focused on Charlie; Saul's much less likely (read: not likely at all) to punch, claw at, or otherwise maim the one who didn't seem like she was blaming him for this entire mess.

Or maybe that's just Saul projecting.

Who knows.

So once they're alone together in the visiting room and the door is shut, Saul leans back against it with folded arms and looks at her, eyes bright and focused as though carefully searching for something.

And for the moment, he's silent.]

Nov 23rd you said you wanted CR~

[lar]

[ Guess who just barely managed to get through the guards to talk to her? ]

Hey, we never got a chance to talk. Not even to introduce each other.

[ She just hangs close to a wall, hands on her pockets. Totally relaxed. ]

So hi, I'm Ella.

23rd SO TARDY TO THE PARTY

[reversemole]

( he waited a few days before dropping by. any motions to draw needless attention to himself would likely do more harm than good, for his sake. but when he does pay a visit, he's bearing familiar gifts in a little bag procured who knows where. aka: these gifts were shitty, but it's the thought that counts, right?

plus, expired goods could be used in a myriad of ways. and chloe seemed like she had a healthy appreciation for creativity when the time came for it. )

I thought you might use a distraction.

Nov 20

[lexiconning]

[ Truth be told, Syllona is really in no state emotionally to be talking with anyone after her own distress yesterday. But one glance at the network -- one glance at everything around her -- and she's anxious to know how this all played out on the other ends and what's being done with who.

it's something to think about. A little focus. So when she's allowed in the room that blank frown is on her face and she's rubbing at an arm with no real idea how to start. ]

Chloe? Is... [ 'is everything alright?' But it's not. Nothing is. ]

GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS

[hyanaimne]

Chloe.

[this is the angry voice of a half-elf who has had a shit past few days and everything just went down the shitter even faster. In a good way, though, because hey, she isn't upset anymore!

Now she's pissed. Oops?]

nov. 23!? because i can

[ofkirkwall]

[ it is spur of the moment, random thought of 'hey friendly faces always help in arrest situations' and obligation to at least show her face. she had been pretty close to joining the mutiny, she had certainly thought about it, only missed the window by this much. even thought about breaking them out for a moment, that was quickly scrapped as a terrible idea that would only make things worse.

so visit instead, without plans of a break out on her mind, because as stated before bad idea. she swapped the break out plans for a slab of cheese Dog found in some random corner of the base. probably not going to mention that though.

Hawke is all smiles that don't reach her eyes when she spots Chloe, quarter of a cheese wheel in one hand with her usual spiky adornments quite obviously missing. ]

Thought your legs could use a stretch and you a friendly face.

21st

[trustycrowbar]

Gordon is silent for the first few moments after he rounds the corner and sees her in the cell. Sure, he knew he'd be there, but some tiny, naieve part of his mind wondered if she really wasn't the brains behind the mutiny and everyone else was just WRONG. His lips form a tight line, and he approaches the forcefield that separated them.

Goddammit, Chloe... why did you have to do this? He thought you knew better.

"Chloe." He calls at a low volume, to get her attention from her distraction of the hour.

24th!

[highhealplz]

[ He's heard about Chloe more than he's ever actually run into her, but he's always figured that a friend of Koltira's can't be that bad. It's nice to be proven right.

So he steps into the provided visitation room with a warm smile at the ready. ]

Hey, Chloe. I'm Ashraf — we've... sort of met before.

[ If you can call mutually mocking Koltira meeting. ]