[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

[givetheslip]

In my experience, it's best not to rely on luck. But if it comes out way, I won't be unhappy.

[totallytrustworthy]

Trust me, I'd prefer not to rely on it ever. ['Adaptability' as Nate called it, was never reliable save for the few times it went terribly, horribly wrong.] Never take a gamble you can't win.

[givetheslip]

[That actually gets a chuckle.]

You'd make a most unusual gambler compared to the ones I've known. But I think I prefer your odds.

[totallytrustworthy]

And don't I know it. [Chloe's smile goes sharp, and there's a distinct flash of teeth there before she adds:] Always good to have a few cards up your sleeve for when you're dealt a piss poor hand.