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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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Tempest | ota | November 19 - ???

[hyanaimne]

[as soon as she's put in a room, Tempest finds somewhere to lay down and barely moves beyond that. She feels terrible - like she's caught the flu and gotten a migraine on top of that. Her own fault, really - she should've been able to sense that there was dark magic around, but she'd been so distracted with her teleport trap and then people breaking into the damn transporter room that before she realized it, it was too late. But thankfully, she'd only be sick for a few days.

It wasn't as if she'd be doing otherwise, if she wasn't locked up. Dark magic was akin to kryptonite for her - too much exposure and she'd die. There's a reason she's missing a finger, after all. Though when she felt better and they let her out, she'd have to yell at Charlie and Chloe for ruining her flawless criminal record. Jokingly, of course. She wasn't mad at them.

So she curls up, tugs her hood over her head to block out any light, and tries to sleep through it. It doesn't work, of course - sleep sure as hell isn't going to come easy, but maybe she'll give off that impression]

November 23

[hostage]

[Jesse works hard to keep a neutral expression. It's difficult when he's this angry. He doesn't take betrayal very well. It's kind of a big deal for him. And Tempest was his friend. He trusted her with things he doesn't share with people often. Or at all. It hit him like a slap in the face when he sensed it was her magic that trapped Steph. And then, when everything was over and the traitors' identities were confirmed...

Well, he hasn't talked openly about being pissed off, at least. That tense look on his face could easily be concern. And as far as anyone knows, Tempest still is his friend. Otherwise, Roslyn probably wouldn't have let him anywhere near here. Even now, he's got Sonya and a guard babysitting him.

When he steps into the room to find Tempest like that, he's glad she looks miserable. He can't even muster up a worried tone for her, so he sounds hollow as he says:]

Tempest?

[legal_eagle]

[Sonya had come into Exsilium with a mixture of anger, fear, and of grand dreams. Anger and fear: obvious in source, and she'd unfortunately dealt with that...stupidly, overall, and she knows she was stupid. Okay. She's standing beside Jesse Pinkman now, after all, and not shitting herself, so that's less stupid by default. She still hasn't lost the stupidity of grand dreams, though, of an inchoate system that could have been shaped to be something better, truer, less hateful than what she has back home...

But is she ever fucking it up with all this. There's no group that's been hated like these mutineers are hated. The smart thing would be to step back, have nothing to do with all of them, if she wants to save her good name and standing...But, fuck it, here she is, standing in as the mutineers' counsel, ensuring that this girl Tempest doesn't do anything stupid - ]

Hi.

[Sonya steps in front of Pinkman before Tempest can even respond to him.]

Sofiya Karimov. I'm your lawyer. Here to advise you, to protect you from the terrible wiles of Jesse Pinkman.

[She flashes a broad grin at the miserable-looking kid in front of her.]

He does something asinine, I'll be intervening. Okay?

November 20

[falla]

[ How long until she would find out? Charlie doesn't deal in information just for fun, after all.

To think Tempest was involved into the mutiny sounded like complete rubbish for Charlie at first, but the evidence was there, and only further confirmed once she goes to check the "cells" and finds her there.

She doesn't seem to be having a good time. Good, Charlie thinks, and regrets it immediately. What now? Rouse her up? Yell at her from over there? Charlie has been the one kicked on the floor for so long she can't bring herself to do that to anyone.

So instead she slides down the wall and stares at her in silence, wondering how long would it take for her friend to notice her in there. She hasn't made a sound so far, after all.

Well, time to find out. ]

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest can hear someone in the room, but she waits for a few minutes before actually saying anything. Even if she's ill, her senses are as honed as always, and light footsteps that may be barely audible to a human are still plenty clear to her.

She doesn't move, though, when she speaks up, and she sounds as miserable as she looks]

If you are going to sit there and stare at me at least speak up.

November 21

[ready_to_bloom]

[Caspian was surprised at first, when he heard Tempest was involved in the mutiny. And then he was angry, because from what he understands, the mutiny put everyone in danger, including (and perhaps especially, the mutineers themselves). But by the time he's come to see her, that's all faded, and what's left is concern for his friend.

He sits quietly opposite her, and hesitates for a moment, not sure what to say, not sure how to say it.]

Tempest? [It's not much, but it's the only opening he has.]

[hyanaimne]

[she doesn't raise her head to look at him, barely even acknowledges he's there. Because she's really tired of people coming in to yell at her, to tell her this and that and a bunch of other things she either doesn't understand or doesn't want to hear about. All she wants to do is ignore the world and ignore how ill she feels]

Come to yell at me, have you?

Nov. 23rd, later

[werewolfing]

[peter hates cages. there's nothing in the world that scares him more than cages. as far as he's concerned, exsilium is already a cage, the moon base is a smaller cage, and then there's this.

he'd told her that this was better than dying. he'd voluntarily stayed in a cage with isaac and scott. he hadn't told her that he'd rather be dead than imprisoned.

peter's been to see tempest once before, soon after the mutineers were first locked up, after he'd tracked down steph. to check on her, mostly. she wouldn't know it, though, because she was asleep at the time, and he hadn't been able to bring himself to wake her or stay. this time, she's awake.

peter looks calm. inside, he feels sick. but he gives tempest a bit of a smile anyway. not because there's anything here worth smiling about, but because he figures nobody's going to be smiling at her lately.]

Hey.

[hyanaimne]

[Peter's probably the first person she's seen the entire time that she's wanted to see, because she knows his opinion on the whole matter, and he doesn't hate her for her choices. He's the first she can look at and know that he's still a friend. She needs that.

She tries to smile back and falls flat - today hasn't been the best of days, all things considered, and she probably looks worse than she has been. She's trying not to lose her shit (again) and while she can manage that, anything else is just half-assed at best]

Hi.

November 23

[overclocking]

[ Chrono's position on the mutiny is clear in exactly one way: how unclear his own feelings are. His loyalty has always been given to people, not things, not organizations, not countries or governments or resistance movements.

But he does know how rebellions tend to go. He remembers being chased from the only home he's ever known, remembers looking over his shoulder every day for the rest of his life, all because of the decisions he made on that one single day. It's why his heart had lodged itself in his throat when he and the others had broken into the Transport room to free Vennett; his eyes had landed on her by chance, and he almost wishes they hadn't. Now he's going to worry incessantly about yet another thing that he can't do anything about, that really doesn't have anything to do with him.

Discovering she's being held captive really just cements those concerns.

It's with quiet, padded footsteps and a subdued knock on the doorframe that he announces himself, brow creased as he takes in the lump in the far corner. ]

[hyanaimne]

[she glances up at the knock and instantly regrets it. Yet another friend she didn't want to see, or rather, didn't want them to see her like this, but of course that would be how her luck would go. Was he going to yell at her? Tell her he was disappointed? Something worse? She wasn't sure what could be worse, but then again, she wasn't going to think too hard on it.

Chrono's seen her after she's used up just about all her magic before, but somehow this is even worse - she's pale, paler than normal and paler than when he did see her, as if she's been sick. Even hidden under her hood, though, it's not hard to tell her eyes are red. She immediately looks off to the side]

If you are here to yell at me . . .

Nov. 23

[taggingwomprats]

[Luke's on a roll. He's visiting just about everyone he knows in the mutineers over the course of the week. Slightly less suspicious than everyone at once, right? So he waits for Tempest to get gently steered out. His expression settles into a frown when he sees her.]

...are they treating you alright?

[hyanaimne]

[she's fairly good at hiding her expression of surprise, even if the look she shoots him is along the lines of "What are you doing here?" She's been steered out an awful lot today; it's like everyone chose the single worse day to visit her]

Yes?

Super visitor Loki, Nov. 22nd

[badnewsboy]

[when Loki came down to visit, he certainly came down to visit. Chole, Bond and Tempest all in the same room. it wasn't simply one person he wanted to see, but a handful of them. to be honest, he there were people here who had been kind enough to him upon his arrival. and he couldn't say that his curiosity wasn't driving him. while he was never a fan of people dying, he wasn't very much a fan of stilted change, either. this place sort of reeked of it.]

Hello. How do you fare?

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest hadn't honestly expected any visitors whatsoever. And yet people kept surprising her by visiting - which is why when she sees Loki, she can't not hide her utter surprise that he's even here. Even if she had been kind to him, she wouldn't have warranted that as a visit to a makeshift prison. She falters for a moment at the question - she really isn't fine, no matter how much she tries to claim otherwise]

I, er. Fine? What are you doing here?

Nov. 24

[werewolfing]

[peter sure did just have an enlightening conversation with jesse. and then he hit his head against the wall a few times, slapped on a nicotine patch because even the moon isn't enough to keep him calm, and headed for mutineer jail.

even with the aid of nicotine, he is not a happy puppy, shoulders hunched and hands jammed hard into his pockets.]

crying already

[hyanaimne]

[she looks a little better than she did the previous day; a little more color to her cheeks, a little more energy. But even with that, and with people distracting her and a bit of joking back and forth through her tablet, there's still something sad about her. Like a wilting flower trying not to give up.

She looks up as Peter enters, head tilted. Something was wrong]

Peter?

November 24, laaate

[falla]

[ It took her a lot more time than she thought, to come back in here, mostly because she didn't know what she was going to find in there.

"Keeping her sanity." Yeah, that doesn't sound too well.

It's late (relatively speaking) when she finally enters the room and sits next to her without a word. At least she's alive? ]

So...wel-welcome to the world of n-no powers?

[hyanaimne]

[she was happy for all of two seconds, until Charlie spoke. She gets that maybe other people don't understand - they were gifted powers by the Initiative, or maybe their powers aren't connected to what they are.

But that isn't what it's like for her. She can't bring herself to joke about it yet. Especially after Sonya's post, especially after everything she'd learned following that]

It is a rather terrible world to be welcomed into. No offense.

23rd

[freezerburned]

[Isaac has been avoiding most of this- at Peter's insistence, he might add. But news of Tempest's fate had reached him- from Peter, no less- and Isaac would have come by even if he hadn't been urged to. So he sidles into the room, sitting down in the somewhat uncomfortable chair, picking idly at the sleeve of his sweatshirt.]

Peter told me to come by.

[hyanaimne]

[she's had a bit to calm down - a visitor or two, those people locked in with her, joking around and bringing her mood up from the depths it had plummeted into. And Isaac's visit only makes it a little better. She still looks terrible, eyes red and skin pale from being sick, but she still lights up a little]

You did not have to, but . . . thank you.

Nov. 23rd, sometime after... things...

[5055034455]

[Hey, Tempest.

Look who decided to show up.

She'll find herself summoned to a visiting room; Saul doesn't want to see anyone else right now, especially not the other mutineers. Anyway, he's waiting at a table for her before the guard on duty brings her in, slouched and exhausted-looking and tieless.

And he decides to cut right to the chase, standing as soon as the door's shut. He doesn't move from where he is — he's too afraid to make any moves, after what Jesse did, and he's a little worried Tempest won't want to be in here alone with him anyway — but he's being as careful as he can be, and Saul's very good at walking on eggshells.]

I'm sorry.

November 23/24 (MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT)

[yourdistraction]

[ Maybe it isn't a good time for visitors, but considering how long they have been on the moon and without a proper day cycle to regulate them, not to mention the insanity the zombies and mutiny brought, Merrill has come to sleep in short spurts multiple times throughout the day to keep up her energy. So she is wide awake, even if it's late enough nearly to be the next day, as she hugs a large text and small pouch of gingerbread cookies to her chest, reluctant but willing to show all to the guard. She will hand over any physical weapons temporarily without complaint, even her tall staff, as she has her magic with her regardless.

Unlike this elf (half?), and so Merrill cannot help but sympathize. Though she had remained unsure on the mutiny itself, she cannot help but worry for the state of mages once again. Exsilium had started to make her relax in that regard, and this incident has reminded her that such thought is foolish. Mages are in danger no matter where they go. And to think she had let Jesse Pinkman once borrow her powers...

Clearing her throat, Merrill awkwardly waves with her free hand upon entrance, flushing when she realizes she must be terribly unexpected and even unwanted. They were not close, after all. ]

Hello! I hope I am not bothering you. My name is Merrill, in...case you forgot.

25th 5pmish

[totallytrustworthy]

[Time tends to lose all meaning in space, but locked in a room with no windows for the better part of over a week (including their stay in the transporter room) means the numbers on her tablet are beyond abstract. Chloe's in bed, having just finished a nap that lasted all of thirty minutes, and there's too much running through her mind to manage anything human that isn't business. Isn't sterile or clinical or just...]

u up?

11/28

[werewolfing]

[peter'd said he'd come by, and he's making good. making good with a change of clothes, even, although he has definitely brought her more shirts than she claims to wear at once. they can all get worn, after all, that's the important bit.

as for the boy himself, he still looks tired, but he also seems...centered again. like he's got his balance back. he has the air of somebody on the other side of a storm, battered but looking up at a clear sky.]

Hey, pricina.