(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

[werewolfing]

[i choose you, kitty! well, for a few seconds, anyway. either way, collette is probably going to end up sprawled on peter's shoes, or nearly so, although he'll back up and look casual pretty quick. not before she gets to see him startle, though.]

Well, that's a pretty damn good trick.

[crocodilesmiles]

( she's just happy to have the use of her stopwatch. the time it takes her to do the demorph remains the same, though faster than the year before -- but she can skip the process for other people, as far as watching.

still means it's one hell of a disorientation rush. )

Oh, yeah

( she says, catching that startled look once time's started back up for her, pushing herself upright. )

It's one heck of a party trick!

( Don't mind her as she starts to arrange her legs, pulling them into a semblance of order. Her outfit is some kind of bodytight suit, designed as black with green highlights. Goodness knows it's not the kind of thing people wear around normally. )

[werewolfing]

And you even get to keep your clothes. Lucky you.

[she can't stand up and it's just kind of awkward looming over somebody on the ground, so peter squats down.]

Do I wanna know what you were doing in the air vent?

[legit question, considering what's been going down.]

[crocodilesmiles]

Kind of depends on what you like knowing.

( She admits, shoulders relaxing as he squats down. No need to get a crick in her neck this way. She appreciates it -- the warmth in her smile is entirely genuine. )

I've been working on headcounts. Since the doors are all out of whack, and lights have been how they are, doing things the traditional way's kind of difficult. If there's any way to make sure people don't get hurt, on any of the sides here...

( Well, then she has to try. She likes people who're sending cryptic messages about what control means to them over the PA system. She doesn't want anyone hurt, let alone killed, before people can actually sit down and talk about how they so totally need a code of conduct, and how it isn't the 12 people of the Initiative left who had the power here in the first place!

Though that might be simply her perspective on things. )

[werewolfing]

Oooh, difficult question. I like knowing things, but I'm playing the role of Switzerland in this week's drama since I can't say I agree entirely with anybody.

[he shrugs. peter can't say that he agrees with what the initiative is doing, but he also doesn't agree with holding a bunch of people who are pretty much hostages with long leashes even more hostage either.]

How's life on the outside?

[crocodilesmiles]

Then probably what's worth knowing is that the few I'm working with are trying to make sure all the people getting angry don't draw blood if we can help it. Plus, you know, hostage negotiations.

( Said liltingly, like it may or may not be true. )

Life outside? It's -- loud, actually, those ducts are not easy to be in! I wish it were a real outside... I can't wait for open skies I can breathe in, you know? Being out from behind a window.

[werewolfing]

Sounds like a plan.

[it doesn't really matter to him what 'side' she's on, or if she's on a side at all. but he'd prefer this over sooner than later, and if people start hurting each other that's not going to happen.]

You and me both. Everything's too cramped up here. Makes people do stupid shit.

[crocodilesmiles]

Cabin fever, only worse, since no one gets the option of running off into the woods. Well... okay, some people do, but that's because they're crazy alien species or have amazing technology! Space is kind of way more intense than most movies made it seem.

( It was fun for a week or so. More than that, it's been -- confining. )

[werewolfing]

Considering how big everything is out there-- [he gestures toward the wall, meaning outside] --yeah. Space would be cooler if we had any space in it.

[crocodilesmiles]

You think that might be the cosmic joke? "Space! Where you have none!"

( She asks, making quotation marks with her fingers and offering a lopsided grin along with a short laugh. )

[werewolfing]

[he snorts.]

Hardly the fault of the cosmos that we're fragile and squishy. Blame Earth.

[crocodilesmiles]

You're right. Earth should have known to raise us better!

( The thought makes her grin. )

She already made us pretty tough and mean as a whole. Earth is really confusing for species not from it, you know!

[werewolfing]

Well, sure. Earth is really confusing for species that are from it.

[crocodilesmiles]

Some species even want to be Earth species... so the confusion's got to be kind of exciting!

[werewolfing]

Really? Cool, I guess. Talk about immigration.

[crocodilesmiles]

Or colonization at it's worst.

[werewolfing]

Aww, c'mon, that's a shitty story. Nobody likes that story.

Except the folks who keep doing it, I guess. But fuck them.