[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

[hyanaimne]

I see . . . [she still doesn't understand tech much, but at least Luke knows what he's talking about]

I could probably seal it off with a spell, if need be . . .

[totallytrustworthy]

You know [and coming from Chloe 'I hate magic' Frazer, this means a lot] that's probably a good idea.

So long as it won't hurt anyone, right?

[hyanaimne]

It will not hurt anyone. All it would do is reinforce whatever it is holding the doors shut.

[alittlesweptup]

[Charlie cuts in - because when has he ever been shy about butting in?]

Good. The more we've got locking those doors down, the better. You all know what sorts of people run round here; if we have a few different kinds of system errors - mechanical, ...magical warding, whatever - it'll be less likely they can be immediately sorted.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest tilts her head] It is more the opposite of a lock-picking spell than a ward. I would have to test it out on something first, though, since it is not a spell I have used before. [taking definitions literally? This girl right here]

If you want a magical ward, though, I can do that as well. So even if they do get in through the doors, they will not be able to get to us.

[alittlesweptup]

[Charlie opens his mouth -- no, that's not really-- and then closes it again. Not worth the effort.] Just do whatever you think is best.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest knows that face. She's gotten it more than once]

Yes sir. [she'll tease him about it some other time] And what of those not coming in through the doors?

[alittlesweptup]

[That gets a blank look - she's clearly lost him; not that it's the first time that's happened between the two of them. Sometimes Charlie forgets they're speaking a different, yet strangely overlapping language - all riddled with vocabulary and cultural holes.]

What do you mean 'not coming in through the doors'?

[Cmon doors are, like, how you get into rooms, Tempest.]

[hyanaimne]

[that's a first; usually she's the one giving the blank looks, not Charlie. She can't help but grin a little]

Those who can teleport. [good thing she brought that up huh]

[alittlesweptup]

[Oh. Teleporting. Of bloody course; I mean, that's the most natural thing in the world - why didn't he think of it? Charlie half turns, shooting Chloe a sidelong glance] -- Who the hell's teleporting? Have you seen anyone teleport? -- [before he decides it's unimportant. If Tempest can think of it, there's no reason to assume that no one on the long roster of transports wouldn't be capable of it.]

I know approximately jack shit about this nonsense; if you've any ideas, I think we'd all be happy to hear them.

[hyanaimne]

It is better to guard against it in the event someone can do it, yes? I have a spell that works rather well in the event someone can. Though, I would need an empty room that we can lock off. [because this was a non-violent mutiny and teleporting someone into the middle of space or another dimension would be a very bad idea]

[alittlesweptup]

What d'you need the empty room for? How's it work? [Because he may not actually know much of anything about magic, save what he's read in books and the like, but there's got to be some kind of theory behind it that he can understand.]

[hyanaimne]

A teleport trap is meant to capture those who teleport into a protected area; usually it sends that person or persons to another area to die - or in the case of stronger casters, another . . . [she frowns thoughtfully] plane of existence? Dimension? I think those are the words in this language.

However, since you do not want anyone to be injured, and I certainly do not want to harm anyone, a locked, empty room would suffice. I would be able to send people there, rather than to their deaths.

[alittlesweptup]

[Alright, yeah, maybe less of that then.

Charlie shoots a glance around the room, momentarily and very briefly not entirely sure-- then he glances back, mouth set, and gives Tempest a curt nod.] Sounds good. D'you want help finding a place, or can you pin down a useable room on your own?

[Magic, man. Shit's weird.]

[hyanaimne]

I think I can find something. I've an idea, but I'd have to clean out the room a bit. [she wrinkles her nose] I am almost certain it is not very clean back there. [zombie guts and all that are probably all over the place, and like hell was she sending anyone there to suffer. She just wanted to keep them there until things were finished, not torture them.

Although . . . ] Not very fond of magic, are you.

[alittlesweptup]

I'm fine with magic. [Which is firm and plain enough to be honest. And he is - fine with it; he's not in the center of some anti-weirdness miasma like Chloe, it's just so fundamentally Not A Thing where he's from that having to take it into consideration is... bizarre.]

You just know it a hell've a lot better than I do.

[hyanaimne]

[she can't help but look the tiniest bit amused]

I would think so. [it's light and teasing] I've a reputation as a master mage to uphold, even if no one gives a damn about it here.

[alittlesweptup]

Oh piss off. [Which is a mild, easy kind of dig back at her. He waves the whole subject - magic, teleporting, how foolish he can be - off with a turn of the hand, wrinkling his nose.] Just find your bloody closet and get it sorted before this goes down.

[hyanaimne]

[her retaliation is nothing short than a wide, shit-eating grin]

Only if you piss off first, my dear. But I will have it sorted, you needn't worry. I am nothing but efficient.

[alittlesweptup]

[God Tempest, stop making him look bad in front of God and everyone would you?

Charlie shoots her a sober look, mouth thin.] Glad to hear it. Have you any other pressing points of concern then?

[hyanaimne]

[oh, Charlie. Tempest isn't sorry at all for potentially making you look bad. She's done so much worst to others, though, and this is all in good fun]

Your face is a serious point of concern. [look at her using modern insults she overheard!!] But no, I do not, boss.

[she adds that on to make him feel better]

[alittlesweptup]

[GLARE.]

[hyanaimne]

[she applauds herself for not laughing outright]

Is there anything in particular you would like me to do, though? Aside from piss off.

[alittlesweptup]

[Okay, alright, seriously speaking--]

Where do you need to be to keep the spell active? Is this something you're going to have to do from inside the transporter room itself, or can you keep it going from outside?

[Because to his mind, the less of them in that room the better - if things went south, they wouldn't be able to get out of dodge.]

[hyanaimne]

[ah, good. Serious things to focus on. She frowns, thoughtful, her answer coming slowly]

I . . . it would be easier to hold it if I were in the transporter room. [another pause, a deeper frown] It would take less concentration, and I would be able to focus on other things that may be needed. It is a large spell - much larger than the ones you've seen. Ah, energy-wise.