(OPEN | Mutiny Log) Well it's been so long

[alittlesweptup]

Date & Time: Nov. 16 ~0300 through Nov.19th ~0230hrs, 3133
Location: Housing, Cafeteria, VR rooms, hallways etc (read: everywhere)
Characters: YOU!
Summary: Mutiny on the moon base! Vital systems are offline, mutineers are making PA announcements, and there’s conflict and turmoil brewing in the halls. Dun dun duuun!
Warnings: None yet (possible violence?)
Notes: Specify a date and location in your top comment. You may specify multiple dates/locations. A timeline for the plot and the IC PA announcements made during are available HERE.

[In the dead of night - or as close to ‘the dead of night’ as is possible to have in moon base - a small group of transports finally make the move they’ve been planning for weeks. Pre-determined teams, maintaining radio contact throughout, simultaneously take control of the Transporter Room and take multiple systems offline.

One moment things are normal; they next, they’re not. With a last message flagged as ‘maintenance’ left on the network, the network cuts out. A moment later, Transports across the base find themselves losing contact with the ground or shifting in their sleep and gently floating out of their beds from the force as the gravity drops. Lighting flicks over to emergency only: bathing corridors and rooms in a desolate, lonely red. Doors work - and then they don’t. Transports will find themselves confined to housing (and washrooms), the VR rooms, and the cafeteria; it’s plenty of space to be comfortable and largely covers most Transport’s basic needs (unless you’re fond of cheery light or having your feet on the ground in which case you may be out of luck).

Hours later-- Click-HHHSSSHK-click!

A woman’s voice speaks over the moon base’s PA system, echoing through the dark corridors and off the odds and ends gently floating through them thanks to the lack of gravity regulation. The voice is rich and accented, with a certain practiced ease to it - one that sharpens to a point the longer she talks:]

Testing. Testing-- are we good? Christ, I'm not echoing, am I? No?

All right good. Listen up, fellow transports. As you might have noticed, some of the base's general systems have gone offline: this, I assure you, is absolutely intentional. There's no need to panic.

So moving on from the understandably frustrating to the even more frustrating, I'm sure you all have also noticed the fact that we're currently all stuck-- starving and defenseless-- on the bloody moon. In a base that was, up until a few days ago, overrun with zombies. And before that, thousands of lives were bombed right out of existence, and before that, an entire world-- and before that we were all still being thrown at the United Earth for the sake of dying off repeatedly in a war we never stood a chance or had a say in. Transports have been treated like pawns since day one, and I'm sorry, but we don't deserve it.

If we're giving up our lives and our freedom, I'd say it's about time we earned ourselves a little equality.

We deserve a say in what goes on in this fight, and with that in mind, a few of us have decided to hold onto the transporter for a while. Just until the Initiative agrees to treat us like people instead of ammunition. Trust me, we’re not here to hurt anyone; none of this has to end badly. But it does need to end. Things have got to change. And if this is what it takes? This is what it’s going to be.

We need your help; please don’t make it any harder for us.

[The PA clicks off, pitching the base once more into complete radio silence.

Near the end of the first day, gravity regulation is re-established. The network is brought back online the following day, allowing everyone to communicate more freely. Lighting doesn’t come back online until the 18th and the door regulation isn’t normalized or operable until the 19th. Throughout the four days, the mutineers make multiple PA announcements.

In the mean time? Keep your friends close, come to the aid of your neighbors; help with reconnaissance and choose sides - are you neutral in this mess? Are you trying to help bring systems back online and root out the mutineers? Are you sympathetic to the mutiny and trying to sabotage those Transports standing for the Initiative?]

Comments

Nov. 19th | Closed to Jericho

[lexiconning]

Her part in this is over with. The doors were back under normal control and all her spells had been peeled away. That was the intention, and she knows that, to hold them off and only that, but it doesn't make it any less unsatisfying that this was all she and her team were able to do.

Especially with Chloe and Charlie's announcements and all the shouting over the network. It's frustrating. At least she's safe, at least some of the others are safe too, but it's hard judging if there's more she wants to do personally. these are allies and not friends-- not that friends are so common. Or lasting. But these people want change as badly as she does, that counts for something, doesn't it?

She can feel it her bones that she's can't just leave it at this, she feels it in the way her fists clench tight enough to leave crescents in her palms. A door slides open and Syllona hurries through, sighing at the thing.

It's only then that she sees-- Oh no.

[eyecontact]

Finally.

All notion of her was just a couple words from Robin – Dick – and that was hardly enough to sleep soundly on. Not that anyone was sleeping lately; the whole place was in an uproar! As if people had forgotten about the whole being-on-the-moon, please-don't-punch-the-windows thing...

But now here's something solid and certain. Here's Syllona, no worse for wear, but Joey's yards away from knowing any more of the story. Her emerging from the room had halted him for just that heartbeat it took to realize who she was, but now he was moving again, brow knitted with focus and concern.

He still had to be careful; anyone could spring up out of nowhere for whatever crazy reason next.

[lexiconning]

It's a shock, and it cuts deep because it has no right to be. It hadn't crossed her mind that she would run into him now; before, yes, when they were still running about sabotaging the control systems and every thought of what could go wrong was fresh and ready in her mind but not now. Now when time is precious and vague and there's no way to judge how much she has or what she needs.

She breaths out beyond all that for just a moment, to grasp the only good of this: He doesn't look hurt. There's heat behind her eyes but that's gone in the next second. Pushed down and aside.

It's the next inhale that leaves her ready to face whatever this might be, expression soft and back straight. Or so she feels; the rest of her is braced with tension.

"Joe--Jericho. What are you doing out here?" she asks, urgent.

[eyecontact]

He didn't even flinch at the almost-namedrop, still advancing, a little quicker the closer he gets as adrenaline and worry dictates. It'd be the worst to get so close only to have something jump up at the last second, and he was pretty versed in that to know better than to waste time.

He reached toward her arm with one hand, the other beckoning the way he'd just come. It was safer that way, for all he knew, and safe was exactly where he wanted her to be. Come on.

Nov. 19

[charming_jerk]

[For the first few days of the mutiny, Johnny is oddly quite despite all the action. There's grumbling out of him when the gravity fails or the doors lock or public announcements to make, but it's certainly not his usual loud complaining.

Maybe he's just tired. He sure looks it.

But on the 19th, he's downright edgy. You can chalk it up to all the stress piling up. Maybe he looks suspicious to those who are looking for mutineers. Or maybe you just want someone to grumble with, too.

You'll find him on that day:
A) Looking at some of the door panels like he's sizing it up. Consideirng he's a fan of solving problems with his fists, he's considering just ripping the thing open.

B) Sitting in the Observatory by himself, against a corner wall, playing his guitar. His tablet sits by him, awaiting to hear any more messages from either side of the mutiny.

C) In the cafeteria, idly picking at a small amount of food on his plate. He's hungry, but he doesn't have much of an appetite. If you happen to sit nearby, he'll speak up.]

So. Any word of what's goin' on out there?

C.

[needsteaplz]

[She takes a sip of water and sighed. Her finger follows the rim of the glass.]

It's either stupidity or insanity if you ask me. This whole mutiny thing is just ridiculous. I'm on the verge of breaking a few legs at this point.

Re: C.

[charming_jerk]

[Johnny gave her a flat look. That's big talk from an unassuming-looking person.] Y'know, jumpin' straight to leg-breaking is usually my job. [He shakes his head.] Everyone's on fuckin' edge lately. Won't surprise me if it ends in violence.

C.

[needsteaplz]

[She laughs sheepishly.]

Well, I've been holding back on exploding on people. Besides, people have a habit of underestimating me. Must be because of my height.

No kidding. I'm surprised a full-blown riot hasn't happened yet.

B

[have_hat_will_travel]

More idiocy, basically.

Re: B

[charming_jerk]

That's broad. No one's bustin' heads yet though? [So he's hoping.]

Re: B

[have_hat_will_travel]

Eh, not that I've seen. But it's bound to end up violent. They're too desperate.

B

[smallest]

[He did not want any part in this mutiny. Even if he knew why they were fighting, he still would not want to be part of it. The Observatory seemed far enough away from the commotion so there he was. He listened for any sounds of danger.

What he heard instead, was a guitar. Music in a place like this? It called to him, and he searched for the man responsible. When he found him in a corner, Francœur chirped at him.]

Re: B

[charming_jerk]

[Still playing, Johnny looked up (and up) at - well, he wasn't sure who he was looking at. But he gave a nod in greeting anyway.]

Uh, hey. 'Sup?

[smallest]

[The corner of his mouth twitched up in a small smile. With a short chirp, he lifted one gloved hand in a wave.

However, what had his attention the most was the guitar as the music continued. It took his mind away from the mutiny and he felt calm. He sat beside him and he began to hum. He looked at him with wide red eyes to see his reaction, if he would welcome singing to accompany his music.]

C

[chore_boy]

[The food was god-awful. Military rations were scarcely any different, but it was still a measure of preparation--and what they had available took little preparation. It could easily be said that the sooner food could be cooked, the less fulfilling it was.

Yet, he didn't notice. Sitting across from Johnny, Coby set down his tray and began taking off his scarf, resting it against his lap.]

Re: C

[charming_jerk]

Yo. Earth to Coby, come in.

[Johnny tapped his fork off of his plate to make some noise.] Man, and I thought I was out of it.

17th, closed to asuka

[reversemole]

( he had been the first to leave the gravity facility, more out of necessity than anything else. under the circumstances, the more time he gave himself between one job and another, the less attention would be directed towards one particular cause of concern. which was nothing if not preferred.

but there were downsides to everything, right? the people, for one, made it difficult to write an investigative report in his room. so he parks himself on the wall of a back staircase behind his housing unit for privacy, propping his tablet as makeshift light source to compensate for the efforts of his other... comrades.

if anyone happens to drop by, they would simply be regulated to the list of concerns that couldn't be dealt with right at this moment. )

[redheadcarrier]

[Asuka's still confused about what's going on. She's reminded (rather uncomfortably) of the time that HQ lost all power. She's also been flailing around without gravity or lights or anything for a little while, so she's in a rather crabby mood. At least she's made it out of her room at this point - which means she can poke around and find other people. Her attention is drawn by the light of a tablet. She's bored out of her skull (and a little worried), so she figures she might as well investigate.

At least until she sees who it is. Her lips press together into a thin line and she straightens her shoulders and stalks toward Kaji, pretending not to see him until the last moment.]

-Kaji. What are you doing out here?

[There's no '-san'. There's no warmth. Just venom under a thin veneer of politeness.]

[reversemole]

( asuka probably caught the momentarily surprised expression on his face. clearly, he hadn't expected to be followed. and of all the people who could have showed up...

if appearances were any useful tool of measure, kaji looks like he has seen better days. his eyes were bloodshot, due thanks to monitor-busting for a good twelve hours. the five in five-o-clock shadow could be an eight or nine, the stubble heavier and scragglier. he meets her gaze evenly, something indescribable behind his eyes.

little did she know he's calmly cursing in four languages. and then some. )

Asuka. ( he doesn't make any moves to conceal the papers with his tablet. that would be suspicious. as if furiously writing numbers down on a paper crouched in a staircase was standard. he does this every wednesday, trust him! )

closed;

[aceordisgraced]

[He doesn't necessarily think the Initiative is in the wrong, but he doesn't agree with everything they do either. But at the same time, a rebellion like this probably wouldn't solve much. Trapped in a strange place like this, he doesn't know what causing a fight like this would even do to help them. And he's not a fighter. Neither is Maya -- and probably not Edgeworth either. So when this all happens, assuming Maya will try to find him too, he makes his way immediately to her room, messaging her along the way.]

Where are you?

November 18, open

[knightofcourage]

[Emil has been listening to what's going on, and although he knows it's different he can't shake the feeling that he's seen something a shade like this before. The Vanguard was corrupted by someone's less-than-ideal intentions rather than whatever was driving the mutiny here (desperation? fear?) but he recognizes the same undercurrent of frustration and injustice that he saw among at least a few of the Vanguard.

It's not right. This, the fighting, all of it. Emil's already seen how it makes things worse on both sides. And thinking so much of home, of the Vanguard and Marta and how she must be doing on her peace efforts after their journey, he's gotten more than a little homesick - and therefore moody.

So he tries to stay out of people's way, and sooner or later he's in the cafeteria contemplating what he should eat and what path back to his room would be safest. And yet--]

...I wish I could be back home right now.

[Even if he couldn't actually go where he wants to anyway.]

[hornedomen]

[Everything about the mutiny frustrated Ico. He could not understand it and he could not stop it. It was as if the base were under a curse of chaos. Friends were enemies and their very base was threatened from the inside. He came to the cafeteria to collect food and search for friends that were still friends.]

Emil?

[The light from his Mark shone, lighting the way through the unregulated areas. It made it much easier to see that familiar yellow hair. He stood beside him with a small bundle of food in his arms.]

Are you okay?

[knightofcourage]

[Emil recognizes the voice and turns to look, briefly startled by the light but choosing not to question it. Seeing the food in Ico's arm, it's nice to know that they're sort of in the same boat.]

Yes, I'm all right. Just a little homesick, I guess.

[pactfulfilled]

[Asbel's not even hungry as he makes his way through the cafeteria - he's only here for another cup of coffee from the newly repaired machine. It tastes gross, but he's found it to be a reliable enough source of energy. The only downside is it makes him fidget worse than he did when he was a little kid coming home with mud all over his clothes.]

[Just a little bit more, though. Everyone's working hard and slowly making progress. Surely this'll be over soon. Maybe then he can allow himself to rest.]

[But in the meantime, it sounds like someone's in pretty low spirits...]

I think we've all wished it at some point or another. Missing your friends?

[knightofcourage]

[Emil can't say he'd seen Asbel, but hearing his voice actually feels a little nice. The friendly company soothes his moodiness a bit.]

Oh, I didn't see you there... Yeah. All the fighting going on reminds me of home, just a little bit.