[Closed] from the table in the corner

[alittlesweptup]

Date & Time: November 14th, Evening
Location: Storage room off the east end loading dock
Characters: Super Secret Mutineer Club
Summary: The first and likely only group meeting of the mutineers.
Warnings: Plotting nefarious deeds
Notes: If you're on the mutineer team for the upcoming plot, get your revolutionary butt in here.

[A: SHOP TALK & TACTICS]
[While it's a slow trickle in - arrivals are staggered to keep from drawing too much attention - by the time everyone's assembled in the storage block off the east loading bay, it's begun to feel cramped and slightly less secret than it ought to be. But Charlie supposes that might just be a side effect of getting twenty odd people in a room meant for spare parts and a general anxiety about someone running their mouth when they ought not to.

He's not necessarily happy with everyone in the room - shares a few hissed words under his breath with Chloe about 'Those are children; who the hell dragged them into this?' - but it is what it is. So time to make the best of it.]

Oi, heads up. [Already a tall man, Charlie's hard to miss as he climbs up on one of the crates in the storage room. He raises his hand, snapping his fingers a few times until the low murmur of the room falls quiet.] Alright, I'm not going to waste anyone's time here. We all know why we're here - we deserve more than the Initiative's been giving over to us and can’t waste time sitting about while they come to the same conclusion. So-- [Charlie pauses; those are a lot of faces looking back at him.] --let’s not make a mess of it, shall we?

Which means [Chloe's quick to step in from behind, taking at least some of the pressure off Charlie's impressively diplomatic start.] we all know what it's gonna take to pull through this without making it any harder than it has to be. [She glances at Charlie briefly, goes back to staring out at the gathered crowd. Just as casual as ever. ] We need to slip in, grab the transporter and hold onto it for as long as it takes for us to get what we want.

What we deserve.


[B: ~*~MUTINY MIXER~*~]
[It's not much of a party without snacks. Sure, rebellions aren't all about punch and pie, and most revolutionaries prefer to starve for their ideals, but most revolutionaries aren't Chloe and Charlie. A few crates have been stacked against the far wall to lay flat as something of a makeshift table, and once the discussion winds down Chloe heads over to set out a wide variety of-- food. Sort of. Stale cookies and bottled water, left over MRE packs with the moon's sorriest excuse for silverware.

Whatever, she tried.] If anyone's hungry and needs a quick bite before heading out the door, help yourselves.

[Seriously for the love of god, someone eat the cookies. They’ve been growing slowly stale and crumbled in their room for over a week and Charlie can’t stomach the idea of trying to haul them anywhere else.]

And no one leave all at once. Twos and threes at a time.


((ooc: All responses to A should go in the shop talk sub thread; anything to do with option B/post meeting schmoozing and CR building can be individual threads!))

Comments

[A: SHOP TALK!!]

[alittlesweptup]

[hyanaimne]

[she never spoke up during shop talk back home; a combination of being merely hired muscle, magic or otherwise, and usually not giving enough of a damn beyond that meant she sat in the back, kept her mouth shut, and came up with her own plan when the main one went to hell - which it usually did.

But this was different. This involved people she liked, doing something she felt was right, and a whole lot of other reasons that meant she couldn't just sit by and idly agree to everything. Which is why she speaks up when she has a chance, even if being surrounded by twenty odd people meant attention was going to turn to her, albeit briefly. Thank god she's hiding in her hood]

What of keeping others out of the transporter room? Getting in and taking it should be easy enough, but it is only a matter of time before others try to get in to take it back.

[the_human]

[Finn's eyes are wide; he looks horribly uncertain. This . . . this doesn't seem like the best idea. But power to the people, right? Right?

--man, he wishes he could talk to Sonya about this. Or Saul. Or Jesse. But he doesn't see any of them here, so . . . so maybe he'll just keep to himself for a while.]

[theflyingone]

[ Altaïr stayed in shadows for the most part, at least at first. He observed those around him. He had met a few, but didn't know most. Some did seem young, but if they were truly set on risking what little freedom the Initiative gave them, he wasn't going to stop them. He himself had been trained for the blade from a young age, and risked far more than that. Though he longed for the day he would no longer be needed in a peaceful world, he knew that dream was far, far away.

He spoke up, all business, in contrast to the idealism of their leaders. ]

We seek to take a very important device. Does anyone know what sort of resistance we may expect from those loyal to the Initiative? How quickly this may escalate? I suspect the Initiative may choose to exchange their Transporter for the lives of those under their rule, on both sides. I would rather it not come to that.

Re: [A: SHOP TALK!!]

[hellosailor]

[Victor listened as attentively as you'd expect, which was actually fairly. Admittedly it was a bit more pep-talk than he was used to, a bit less "and then we get our cut and go buy an island in the Bahamas". But there was a plan hidden in there somewhere and he'd prefer to know what it was.]

Well, in my experience no one likes to work in the dark. Might keep 'em busy for awhile.

There's no, ah, security system to speak of here, is there? Haven't seen much in the way of cameras at least. Should make it harder for them to know who exactly is working against them.

[givetheslip]

[Maria has only a fraction of the understanding of modern technology and the functions of the moon base that others do, and she'll admit to herself that it makes her self-conscious at times. But this step needs to be taken for the good of them all, and she'll do what she can to make the plan a success.]

What if this should all go badly? Is there a plan for if the worst happens?

[Which doesn't mean she'll refuse to consider that it could be a failure.]

Re: [A: SHOP TALK!!]

[originalgaangster]

[ Sokka is sitting by himself. Or as much by himself as can be managed, his arms crossed as he listens. ]

Yeah. I'm tired of this, I didn't sign up to join this fight, and I'm tired of almost getting killed and bombed and attacked by restless ghosts.

We're not gonna hurt anyone though, are we?

MINGLE YEAH

[miscreant]

[Seviilia does not bother looking at the food -- such luxuries were reserved for the living. She is stationed in the furthest corner she's able to find, scoping out her newfound allies in the discomfort of the tiny cramped room. Anyone who had spent a reasonable amount of time with the Initiative had likely figured out that those undead folk with the glowing blue eyes did not do well in close quarters.

The murmur of the crowd keeps her attention of the heartbeats of everyone in the room...for the moment, anyway. There were a few familiar faces, but there were also a few she had hoped to see that were not present.

A shame, but expected. When the elf exhales, it comes out as a small cloud of frost.]

slides in

[totallytrustworthy]

Cheery as ever, I see. [Chloe's quick to settle in on a nearby crate-- arms folded, eyes set off somewhere else instead-- she's careful about leaving a good amount of space between them.]

[lexiconning]

[ Ah. It's the death knight... If this is more good than bad for the rest of them, Syllona can't quite tell. Right now, the only thing sticking out in her memory is a ghoul and blood speckled armor. She spends a few minutes trying not to catch glances at the woman from the corner of her eyes, but eventually she braves an approach.

An approach with four feet between them, of course. ]

Hi again.

[skennen]

[Connor isn't uncomfortable mingling with the other mutineers, but eventually he tires of introductions and plotting and planning. Hood up, he wanders toward the corner the Death Knight has claimed. He leans against the wall nearby, arms folding across his chest as he watches the gathering for a minute.

Eventually, he turns his head to greet her.]

Hello, Seviilia.

[He recognizes that face from her video on the network.]

[hyanaimne]

[grabbing a water, Tempest gravitates to the back the back of the group, taking a seat on some crates stacked high enough that she can get a good look at the group gathered. Falling into old habits meant she was gauging strengths and weaknesses, going over the plans in her head, and - dammit, water was not a good replacement for a cheap glass of ale.

She sighs and reaches up to push back her hood, rubbing at her temple for a moment. What she wouldn't give for some alcohol right now - just enough to take the edge off her nerves]

[taggingwomprats]

Headache?

[Luke joins tempest against the far wall, taking a swig from his own bottle of water.]

[miscreant]

Troubled, lady?

[At some point, Seviilia had snuck through the gaggle and appeared beside Tempest, now sporting a slightly sobered grin.]

I did not expect to see a familiar face here.

[skennen]

[Connor comes shuffling over after a while with a handful of stale cookies. He settles for sitting on the floor beside her crates, but he does follow her lead in taking his hood off.]

You all right?

*~*~*~*Mixer*~*~*~*

[hellosailor]

[Victor's at a disadvantage here. He doesn't know any of these people, not really. Isn't sure who he can rely on and who he can't. He needs to figure it out, and quick. So he's stuck here but-

God.

He rubs his fingers against his foreheads, can't quite bring himself to look up. Chloe'd assured him she was a thief, said she'd worked with him, but... Look, this isn't a goddamn PTA meeting. They were supposed to be professionals. They had a job, they did it, then they got what they wanted and parted ways. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. This was not professional.

He was beginning to think he'd gotten himself mixed up with a bunch of amateurs with stars in their eyes and big dreams in their hearts. This was a bad idea. But honestly he didn't have a better one. This situation was unacceptable, and while he'd normally just oh, fly under the radar, he couldn't very well with this opportunity dropping into his lap.

So, cookies.]

[deadlybanker]

[Giovanni probably looked like one of the 'amateurs', what with his lace trimmed clothing and old style tunic, but that was purposefully deceptive. He was an assassin, trained from a young age in the skills and tenets of the Brotherhood.
He slipped through the crowd silently catching the snippets of conversations the others had. There were some doubts in the crowd, others who were ready for anything... and then the gentleman with the cookies.

He seemed, pensive... or perhaps hungry?

With a friendly smile this man was the one he chose to approach. ]

Those cookies must be very good? You have been standing near them for some time.

[alittlesweptup]

[Satisfied that the whole lot of the room isn't going to go flooding out into the loading dock (because that wouldn't be suspicious at all), Charlie cuts his way over to Sully. There's a no nonsense sensibility to the angle of his shoulders, the flat line of his mouth. Now that he's square on where they stand - because you can bet your ass that Chloe forwarded him most of that shared conversation, Victor -, he isn't half so cagey.]

I see you managed to track down a pair of trousers.

[theflyingone]

[ Altaïr himself has misgivings as well. This is a man who removed his ring finger in order to use the hidden blade in his bracer, who swore oaths to the Assassins, who keeps their Creed at the risk of his own life. How much conviction do each one of the people here have? Will they even stand a chance against the Initiative? Will they turn and run if things turn bad?

He has taken to wandering around, sizing up everyone here. His step is quiet, and if it wasn't for his robes (antiquated, here in the future) he would have passed unnoticed. But it seems his façade as a well-armed scholar is more out of place here than back home. ]

If you are worried about something to do with this mission, now is the time to speak. No one accomplishes anything sitting and rubbing their head.

[doubleoohbaby]

[James has been lurking. He's good at that, surprisingly so considering how unsubtle he can be.

There'd been plenty for him to listen to and not much he felt the need to be vocal about. His presence was enough of a show of support. Now was merely the time to be scoping out the 'team' that'd been set up. And what a bunch they were.

But hell, at least there were a few familiar faces.]

Feels more like a Woman's Institute meeting than a rebellion. [Slipping in beside Sully quietly to stare at the cookies in company. His tone, despite his words, isn't negative. Amused if anything; the ridiculousness of it all rather appeals.]

minglin'

[charming_jerk]

[Johnny hangs in the back of the room by himself for the moment, absently chewing on a thumbnail with those pointy teeth of his and looking lost in thought.

This whole idea was a bad one, he knew it. But something had to be done. Someone had to start it. Why not them?

If anyone approaches, he snaps out of it to at least regard them.]

So. What do ya think of all this?

[justgo]

Personally? It's a plan that isn't gonna win over everyone, but. Desperate times, right? [Even so, she's scratching at the back of her head, looking around at the others before she continues.] Haven't been around nearly as long as some of the others, but I ain't the kind for bein' thrown around as much as has happened round here.

You though, you look pretty troubled already.

[givetheslip]

[Maria feels a mixture of relief and trepidation as the meeting proper ends. That this mutiny is necessary, she doesn't doubt, but she's equally sure that it won't be easy. That doesn't change her resolve, of course. She's gone into battle expecting not to make it out; she can face this, too.

With little else to do, she takes a cookie and examines the crumbly little thing with skepticism before turning to her newly-found allies. If any approach her, she'll offer them the cookie instead of putting it back.]

[deadlybanker]

[Giovanni held a hand up at the offer of the cookie, politely refusing it. ]

Grazie, but...

[He had been warned against eating those cookies. HA!]

I will eat something later. I just thought I would see how you are before we all make our way out of here.

[originalgaangster]

[ Sokka mixes loosely with the rest of the crowd. A few faces he's familiar with in passing, but no one he reallly knows. It's a bit disconcerting, going into battle, essentially, with relative strangers. But it feels good to be doing something, anything, about the crappy situation they're stuck in.

He munches half-heartedly on a handful of the stales cookies. Sugar is good, keeps him from feeling too inhuman with the crap food they have. ]

This whole place is crazy.

[ He doesn't really say it to anyone in particular, half-muttering his revelation in the air. ]

[givetheslip]

[Maria doesn't recognize the boy, but she thinks she knows the expression on his face. And she certainly understands the sentiment.]

I'd like to tell you it starts to make sense with time, but I haven't experienced that myself yet.

mingling

[pixieboots]

[ With the meeting wrapping up he takes a seat on the edge of one of the crates, helping himself to whatever cookies have been left behind by the other stragglers. Today he's just a face. A nobody and a nothing.

And now that he's here, now that it's happening and they're really really doing this he knows that choice was the right one. It's a good thing they're doing, he's sure of it. The only right thing. For every innocent life he's watched slip through his hands, for every hopeless, desperate mission.

And that makes Robin just one more thing to think about. A complication he doesn't need now, in case things do go bad. He'll be fine without it. He can be just as good without it. ]

sup bro

[shotup]

[Roy doesn't feel especially strongly about the demands these people or making, but from what Dick's told him before, he's certain the Initiative can't be trusted. Still, he's gotten swept up in this because of the kid mainly. Not that there's anything wrong with that, right?

He feels a little out of place though, like he may be in over his head when it comes to signing up for a revolution.]

You okay? [He casts a sideways glance at Dick, then looks back out at the room.] You like what you're hearing?

option a;

[shotup]

[Roy listens to the conversation, not adding much (which is atypical of him) and generally trying to get a feel for the room. If Dick and Bond hadn't been apart of this whole thing, he probably would've skipped out, as much as he distrusts the Initiative. He's new. He barely knows anybody, and he sure as hell hasn't seen the worst this world has to offer. Nor does he want to, which is great motivation to go hard and change things up a bit.

So whatever he can do, he'll do it, if that means fixing things for whoever is left standing around. It's noble, nobler than he's used to being, and in a way that makes Roy feel proud.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[James is barely participating in the talk, beyond the very occasional grunt of agreement or a limited set of words on a particular subject of his expertise. Most of it is common sense, or things that'll get sorted without his participation. Just the fact he's there is enough of a show that he's for the cause and all that shit, and he'll do whatever needs to be done. Especially if it involves punching things.

Watching the others is far more entertaining anyway, and he can't help but get close to his new roomie to watch for reactions and the like. At a moment of the discussion that he deems entirely unimportant, he mutters from beside:] I hear we're using the newbies as living shields.