Charlie Cutter (
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[OPEN] we expected something
Date: various; post-zombie attack
Location: Various
Characters: Charlie Cutter and YOU
Summary:Skullduggery Charlie does his homework.
Warnings: None (as of yet, will edit if applicable)
Notes: Get yer pre-mutiny CR building opportunities here!
[CAFETERIA]
[Gathering supplies - food, medical kit - is all vital, but being well fortified isn't what's going to win them anything in the end. So more and more, Charlie can be found with his nose in his tablet reading and making notes, brow furrowed and mouth pinched into a thin line.
Reading, research, quoting lines back - all that he can do. But figuring out how to order his own words properly, anything to do with writing something respectable of his own? Less his forte. Oh, he's a good liar when he needs to be, but he's not stupid enough to think they'll slide through this with a little fast talk.
So he's hunched over a meager lunch from what's left of the cafeteria's stores in the wake of the zombie invasion, carefully making notations in hard copies of old speeches that he's found in the AI's database.
Christ, it's the sort of thing designed to produce a headache.]
[VR ROOMS]
[Charlie hasn't actually spent much time in the VR rooms, but they've got their advantages. Though he doesn't go so far as to bother with constructing anything complete, but rather spends some time tinkering up partial floor plans. It's something he'd usually prefer to have on paper, but resources are scarce and - if he'd being exceedingly honest - he's never been much of an artist.
He runs the builds late in the evening when someone's more likely to go off to one of the other compartments rather than take too close a look at what he's doing, but that doesn't necessarily mean his work always goes uninterrupted.]
(ooc: any format is a-okay and if neither option appeals to you, feel free to throw up something random and I can just tag in as is appropriate.)
Location: Various
Characters: Charlie Cutter and YOU
Summary:
Warnings: None (as of yet, will edit if applicable)
Notes: Get yer pre-mutiny CR building opportunities here!
[CAFETERIA]
[Gathering supplies - food, medical kit - is all vital, but being well fortified isn't what's going to win them anything in the end. So more and more, Charlie can be found with his nose in his tablet reading and making notes, brow furrowed and mouth pinched into a thin line.
Reading, research, quoting lines back - all that he can do. But figuring out how to order his own words properly, anything to do with writing something respectable of his own? Less his forte. Oh, he's a good liar when he needs to be, but he's not stupid enough to think they'll slide through this with a little fast talk.
So he's hunched over a meager lunch from what's left of the cafeteria's stores in the wake of the zombie invasion, carefully making notations in hard copies of old speeches that he's found in the AI's database.
Christ, it's the sort of thing designed to produce a headache.]
[VR ROOMS]
[Charlie hasn't actually spent much time in the VR rooms, but they've got their advantages. Though he doesn't go so far as to bother with constructing anything complete, but rather spends some time tinkering up partial floor plans. It's something he'd usually prefer to have on paper, but resources are scarce and - if he'd being exceedingly honest - he's never been much of an artist.
He runs the builds late in the evening when someone's more likely to go off to one of the other compartments rather than take too close a look at what he's doing, but that doesn't necessarily mean his work always goes uninterrupted.]
(ooc: any format is a-okay and if neither option appeals to you, feel free to throw up something random and I can just tag in as is appropriate.)
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Close, Billy. But they're aiming not to kill anyone.]
Something needs to happen in any case. Things up here are untenable as they are now.
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But who knows where that leads? If we knew what they know and don't know...
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[Billy pokes at his toolbox with a quiet sigh.]
The last time I was in a situation like this, people pulled in from other world to fight a war, we were lost like this at the beginning too. It helped that we could organize enough to negotiate control...but we're so disbanded it seems impossible to get anything done.
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[Because if he intends to do it here, there's no reason he can't mine for a little advice.]
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[Billy had never actively been involved in the politics and plotting. He was a mere mechanic, a supplier for the tools needed. But he had a vague idea.]
We had crew meetings. They were chaotic, but we eventually convinced most of the crew that our benevolent saviors needed to answer to us. We then charged forth and attempted to seize control of the ship's bridge. That ended in a space pirate battle and death, but we survived it.
Usually we had to throw some people in the brig during conflicts, but we made it.
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[There's a decided, purposeful tone to how he says it - trimming through the diplomacy and cutting to the core of it. Simple and straight forward, but hardly accusatory.]
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At the time, we thought we were held captive solely by an AI system programmed to treat us as prisoners. It turned out that there were space pirates hiding on the bridge that we'd never received a hint about.
But we did break the prison AI.
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Doubt it'd work here; too many people and no one can agree on the color of the sky much less what to do about the Initiative.
[Which, for all intents and purposes, manages to sound about as dismissive as he wants it to.]
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[He drops his head]
And if we tried to enact any form of government...it might be worth pursuing, and I'd be happy to present a case for it, but I can already see the complaints.
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Any kind of government you'd try to enact would take too long; we've got maybe two, three months before the UE figures out where he if they don't know it already. People should get their shit together or just space themselves now.
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No bloody clue, mate.