(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

ota | across the mutiny

[boughtabookstore]

nov. 16th.-onwards

[ As soon as gravity regulation is complete Roslyn is setting up a command center in the cafeteria as well as she can, contacting people as possible and trying to get things centered and organized.

She can be found there over the next days as well. ]

nov. 17th.-onwards

[ if i don't have time to do this, this is when ICly messages would go out to all officers / police force affiliated people & heads of the DiTR about her position in the cafeteria and need for coordination!

She can also be found now on regular patrol through what of the base she can reach, trying to ensure that nobody's getting trapped or needs help in any way. ]

16th;

[5055034455]

[Great minds think alike; Saul's making sure the Department office is staffed at all times, but for now, he's in here, assessing the situation.

As soon as he spots Roslyn, he heads over.

He looks mad. This isn't such a bad thing, because it translates to an all-business attitude that has him standing up straight, eyes sharp and focused.]

What do you need?

[boughtabookstore]

[ She doesn't particularly look mad herself, just determined and thoroughly on track, hair pulled back and sleeves rolled up as she moves between looking at schematics and talking to various people.

When he comes over she glances up, flicks her eyes back to the papers in her hand and then at him, pleased to see someone else looking like they mean business. ]

Cooperation and coordination. I need food stores under guard, lights on, doors open, and as much of an official presence as can be mustered to make sure that nothing gets violent. This cannot escalate further.

[5055034455]

I'll do what I can. Whoever's in the Department — consider them at your disposal for this. What else should I know?

[He needs as much information as he can get.

But why does he feel like he's talking about mobilizing troops?]

[boughtabookstore]

Frankly? I don't know anything more than anyone else yet. I won't until we start getting reports on how extensive the damage is or more communications from - Chloe and her friends. [ If her teeth grind on that name, it's not that noticeable. ]

If we can keep everyone under control - this is a volatile population with some very violent people. Peacekeeping is the first order of business until we know more.

[speakveryclearly]

[Kanaya doesn't even know for sure how she was woolbeastherded into this direction, other than that it was DITR approved, but she looks at Roslyn a way she's never seen before - like she actually is looking for a responsible adult to tell her what to do.]

What's the official police response?

[It still rhymes with "ice" when she says it.]

[boughtabookstore]

[ Roslyn can be a responsible adult telling other people what to do right now, even if leadership has never been something she considers her strong point. ]

Absolutely no violence unless in self defense. For the moment we're simply trying to get everything back in order and determine the extent of the damage. What can you do?

[speakveryclearly]

[She opens her mouth and then closes it, thinking over what no violence actually means.]

Not a lot of the technical tasks that are necessary now, but I can run wherever you want someone generic to be. The second-story windowsill - I can't fly or anything like that, I just clambered too quickly to fall.

[boughtabookstore]

[ It means no hitting people with anything, Kanaya! No hitting people with anything at all, all right. It's not that difficult. ]

With the network down having someone to run messages will be useful. At the moment I don't have anything to send yet, but I'm sure it won't be long.

[ Beat. ] How have you been?

17th

[thephix]

[It hadn't taken her long to realize the police had set up a little command center in the cafeteria, but she doesn't want to approach it. This whole thing is ridiculous, she thinks, but taking sides could lead to unfortunate consequences for both herself and Adonis. So.

She waits until Rosyln is on patrol, approaching her when there's no one else around, though her posture is relaxed and non-threatening.]

Detective Inspector Small.

[Hello again.]

lmao hi again

[boughtabookstore]

[ She turns at the sound of her name, nods in recognition and interest. Max had seemed like a very capable woman, the last time they'd met, and Roslyn needed quite a few of those right now. ]

Ms. Briest. A pleasure to see you again despite the circumstances. Can I help you?

C8

[thephix]

[The pleasantries are met with a small smile, but that's all the time she wastes on them. She can be pretty and pleasant when she needs to, but this isn't one of those situations.]

Actually, I was wondering if I could be of any help to you. I can't say I agree with the course of action our... friends have taken, and I'd prefer this resolved as quickly as possible.

["friends"]

beams

[boughtabookstore]

I would accept any help you're able to offer. Right now we're focusing on getting systems up and running again so that we can actually coordinate a response. We're looking at potential food and water rationing as well, more so than usual, but hopefully that won't be necessary.

[ A beat. ] How are you at organization? You seem like an organizer.

17th

[onehundredswords]

[Considering Gin is very much not a team player, he ignores any kind of call to order he gets. He isn't even opposed to helping put a stop to the mutiny, he just does things his way.

...so probably pretty awkward once he runs into Roslyn while she's out on patrol. He doesn't show it though, that same smile he always wears taking up his expression as he waves. Best to be casual about it.]

Yo, boss.

[boughtabookstore]

[ Slightly awkward, yes. Her gaze hardens, because he's clearly out and about but there's been no response, and she has no patience for people not helping her at this moment. ]

Gin. I haven't heard from you.

[onehundredswords]

[He holds his arms up in a shrug, though the sleeves on his jacket are long enough that his hands still aren't visible, and drape down them instead.]

The network's been down, right? I just figured I'd look around, see if anyone needed any...help.

Been pretty quiet so far though. Either everyone else is doin' too good a job or I'm not lookin' hard enough.

16th

[khajidont]

[In the midst of all the confusion, Jaime doesn't actually spend as much time waffling over what to do as he may have initially thought he would. However much he may agree that they need to take more action than they already had, this is not the way to do it. That much, he's firm on.

The police must be doing something about this, he thinks, and it's with that in mind that he uses the Scarab to track Roslyn down to the cafeteria. To his gratification, she at least looks busy, which means someone's trying to get the situation under control - whatever the situation may be. At the very least, he's easy to see in the darkness, the yellow glow of his eyes a beacon from well across the room until he reaches her makeshift command centre.]

Hi. So I'm guessing you're trying to do something about all this... thisness? [If not in his expression, expectation is clear in his voice. Depending on what Roslyn has to say, he wants to help.]

[boughtabookstore]

[ She looks up and doesn't quite startle but there's a momentary dropping of her hand for her police baton because god that was a little frightening in the dark. But a moment later she's all business again, nodding briskly. ]

Doing what I can. Are you offering help? Because I need it.

[khajidont]

[He sees the way her hand drops, but he can't blame her. It's not the first time someone's reached for a weapon upon seeing him, and though he wishes otherwise, it certainly won't be the last.]

I told you I'd help out when we first got up here. What do you need?

17th, CAFETERIA

[reversemole]

( you didn't gain credence without learning how to properly suit your higher ups.

safe to say, he had planned ahead of time. the gravity scenario had hit the fan in a big way, but the ensuing diversion was enough to temporarily derail attention, allowing him to slip out of the facility with enough time on his side to write down his observations. there's no luxury for envelopes or manila files or staples, so he's left clutching a moderately sized stack of papers in one hand as he makes his way over: on them, blatantly clear intel of mechanisms behind the shutdown, to say nothing of references to the exact timestamps and insinuations that hinted at code names behind the operation.

delta is what they had called themselves.

of course, some of the more vilifying details are either deliberately left off or altered to protect mutineer skin. this sort of manipulation was a business that could never be over and done with -- and you could almost excuse that kind of reasoning. almost.

when kaji approaches the command center, he holds roslyn's gaze for a few moments before managing a weak smile. )

I think you could use some good news.

[boughtabookstore]

[ She glances at him, at the papers, and then sets down her tablet and centers her attention completely on him. ]

Good news would make my - five minutes. What have you got?

[reversemole]

Here, ( the offer is concise as he slides the papers onto the desk. ) Take a brief look-though. Anything I say will make more sense afterwards.

( there is some sense in waiting to mention infiltrating the mutineer troop when the rebound was still young and suspicions were still high-strung. for now, he'll wait. )

17th

[limitstorm]

[ it's probably not at all uncommon to see riku run ragged; when he does check in with roslyn, he's a little awkward and rubbing his forearm. it's been limp and it's healed wrong, has healed wrong for more than half a year; he's used to the pain and he quietly shrugs it off, but it's a placating measure to try and conceal it when he feels vulnerable. ]

Sorry for the wait.

[boughtabookstore]

I think it can be excused, given the current transportation problems.

[ A little humor, because if she doesn't keep that she'll go insane. ]

How are you?

[limitstorm]

[ he gives a weak smile. ]

I think all of us have been better. What about you?