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[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!))

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[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.]

[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]

[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.]

[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?

[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.]

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[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

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[A: SHOP TALK!!]

MINGLE YEAH