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exsiliumlogs2013-11-11 12:23 am
alittlesweptup) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-11-11 12:23 am
Entry tags:
- altair ibn la-ahad (assassin’s creed),
- charlie cutter (uncharted),
- chloe frazer (uncharted 3),
- connor (assassin's creed),
- dick grayson (dc comics),
- finn the human (adventure time),
- giovanni auditore (assassin's creed),
- james bond (james bond),
- johnny d'amico (original),
- luke skywalker (star wars),
- roy harper (dc comics),
- tempest (original)
[Closed] from the table in the corner
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!))
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!))
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[Victor hadn't exactly asked for a cushy side-mission but he certainly hadn't turned his nose up at it. Staying out of trouble seemed like a smarter plan by far.]
I hope for your sake you only run into normal people then.
[Rude Victor, don't be such a speciesist.]
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Still. One hopes that if we do get any resistance, we'll hold them off until agreements are made. If not, then... [Then he'll be either pwning or getting pwned.]
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[Look, he's just saying, undead, magic, all that stuff? Not normal. Very weird. Too spooky.]
Well, I can only wish you luck there. I don't know how well the Initiative is going to handle having demands made, but hell, hopefully they'll fold right off and we'll be able to wrap this up and throw a goddamn party.
[Not likely. But still, he had to believe they had at least a good chance of succeeding. If he didn't what the hell was he doing sticking his nose in here? He'd done stupider things for a pretty lady before, he supposed.]
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Judging by the fact we're having to hold sodding meetings in a storage room, I'm not holding up much hope for an easy hand over. [In fact, James is pretty sure they're doomed from the start, but he always was a totally huge happy happy optimist.]
Can't blame us for trying.
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[Those were worse. Still the seedy nature of their little rebellion didn't surprise him. He would be more weirded out if they had it in, hell, a penthouse.]
Amen to that.
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[Just because they're at a srs bsns meeting, doesn't mean James can't mock the 'tash, ok.]
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[Sully grinned sharp, all slyly lifted eyebrows. Look, people could mock all they want, but he never had a disappointed passenger. If you know what he means.]
But no, this job isn't quite that classy. I'm on lights, with ah, the white-cloaked guy, the star wars guy, some kid. It's pretty easy stuff but I hear it's important enough. Leave me free to have a bit of fun while the rest of you are sitting around twiddling your thumbs.
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But anyway, yes, mutiny business is probably a better subject to be keeping to, seeing as that's what they're there for.]
Perfectly important. You're part of the movement with tricks like that. I'm just here in case it all fucks up.
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That's pretty optimistic of you. Not that I don't intend to do my best, but pal, I think there's a good chance you'll end up in the thick of it.
[Of course they could all hope that everyone did what they were told, stayed in their rooms, and Chloe and Cutter got what they wanted without anyone being the wiser, but there were a lot of people up here. And besides, when you made backup plans like that, the universe was out to ruin them.]