[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

[totallytrustworthy]

[Chloe sits a moment, purses her lips thoughtfully. Shakes her head.] No.

It's a good bonus when you can get it, but there's nothing quite like the freedom of it all.

[miscreant]

Poetic.

[She pauses to consider how to respond properly.]

Would you call yourself a thrillseeker, Chloe?

[totallytrustworthy]

Well I was never the picket fence sort, no. [It's a hard thing to judge when you might normally say yes if not for the old friend that gets off on wrecking the ruins of ancient civilizations. Does she enjoy getting shot at for a paycheck? Of course. Does she want the showdown of the century with an overcharged, immortal warlord? Nnnnno. Pass.]

[miscreant]

[She chortles.]

Well, that would make two of us, wouldn't it?

[totallytrustworthy]

Didn't know you had picket fences back in Azeroth.

[miscreant]

I've spotted them in human villages in the past. Most elves seem to be more fond of large golden-wrought gates.

[totallytrustworthy]

See, this is why I love your kind. Absolute best fashion sense. [The more gold the better. Though no one ever tell Koltira that if given the chance to visit his homeland she'd likely wind up tearing out golden doorframes and plucking up decorative mana gems.

There's a short pause before she glances off elsewhere. Switches the topic.]

Are you worried?

[miscreant]

And all the attitude to go along with it, hm?

[There's a slightly playful smile, at least until Chloe opts to switch the topic. To that, she frowns just a bit.]

No.

[There is no hesitation with her response.]

We succeed or we fail. Failure will bring nothing that hasn't already been laid upon us, and success promises much more.

...I cannot live on this moon any longer.

[And it wasn't just a matter of not wanting to. Any longer, another month or two, and she would surely kill someone -- that would be the end.]

[totallytrustworthy]

[It's not the best talk to have before they go through with their plan, but it's the one Chloe wants to have. Most of the crowd they've gathered can lean on anonymity to some extent; they can deny and feign at being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Seviilia can't. Not with the way she looks or the task she'll likely wind up having on her shoulders if things start to look shaky.]

My thoughts exactly. [Chloe lifts the half empty water bottle she's got in hand.] Cheers, darling.

[miscreant]

[Again, Seviilia manages a half-hearted smile (an actual smile, rather than the shit-eating smirk that usually graces her features) and offers a surprisingly practiced two-fingered salute.]

I am not typically the political sort, but I say if I must be, then there are not many further causes I would lobby for.

[She pauses.]

Are you worried?

[totallytrustworthy]

Plotting mutiny on a space station full of die-hard Initiative fans and aiming to get caught holding the smoking gun? Nah. Like a day at the spa.

[Because Chloe's done some stupid things in her life knowing full well it'd come right back to bite her, but this? This is right on up there with the worst of it. And this time around she won't be alone in paying for it if it all goes wrong.]

[miscreant]

You have quite the team assembled to go against them, if nothing else.

[She let's her arms fall to her side and stares for a long moment.]

The stakes are high, of course. You have put the movement in motion, perhaps you might consider letting it roll onward on its own if you are uncertain.

[It would be cowardly. It was a test.]

I have no doubts that others will do the same, should we fail. Such is human nature.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Tempting as it is-- much as she might've taken that option in the past-- it's not a valid out for her now.]

Others ought to. I don't want anyone bleeding out for this that doesn't have to.

[miscreant]

[That makes her chuckle. Maybe she should have tried to hold that one in. Oh well.]

Well, my lady, I'm glad you are prepared for the inevitability, at least.

[totallytrustworthy]

Oi. [Chloe laughs in response, tapping at her pauldron with the edge of her hand.] No need to go rubbing it in.

[miscreant]

[She reaches behind her to grab a spare waterbottle as she had with Tempest and chills it in the palm of her hand before offering it to Chloe.]

Bad habits. Nothing like a bit of salt in the wound, you know.

[totallytrustworthy]

I know. [Though she's smiling when she says it. When she goes to take the bottle from Seviilia's fingers. Cold water's a luxury in a place like this; she hasn't seen it in nearly two months.] I'm sure I'll find some way to forgive you, though.

[miscreant]

Don't go wasting forgiveness on a fickle thing like me.

[Seviilia crosses her arms and goes back to leaning against the wall. She isn't one to get pregame jitters, but the longer she sits here talking, the sooner she wants it to be over.]

Just make sure you take some of these provisions inside with you, hm? It would be a shame to watch this movement fall to cannibalism.

[Its hard to tell whether she feels that would be a good thing or a bad thing.]