(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

Jesse Pinkman | 17th-18th anytime | OTA*

[hostage]

(( * If you are openly pro-mutiny, do not tag into this thread unless you're willing to engage in a violent confrontation and/or lose your abilities. ))

[With a flashlight in one hand and a .380 ACP in the other, Jesse makes his way slowly down the corridor. He has two missions at the moment, and they're both pretty simple: protect the people who're on his side and take down anybody who isn't. The look he's wearing on his face is 100% do-not-fuck-with-me, which throws his whole Nice Guy Who Bakes Cookies routine right out the window. Jesse usually dresses like a gangster, but right now he actually looks like one, too. And that should probably be enough of a warning.

Not that he takes any pleasure in this. He hates killing people just as much as he ever did. But as far as he's concerned, with the entire base being held hostage by a group of goddamn lunatics, it's a them-or-us situation. And they already hurt one of his own. So the time for talking nice is over, and he's set to end this one way or another. Considering the buzzing in his head, the way his nerves are on edge, and how he hasn't slept in over twenty-four hours because he's that jacked up on rage... It could get ugly.]

[fullmeasure]

[Mike stalks after him, gun in hand, just in case. The only difference is Mike appears as calm and unimpressed as ever; that isn't to say he isn't angry - he's just as pissed as Jesse is. Only Mike is a lot better at reigning in at times.

He would've followed the kid anyway, what with the whole mess going down - who the hell staged a mutiny on the fucking moon anyway? - but in this instance, he's following to make sure Jesse doesn't do anything stupid. Which was entirely possible, given the month and Jesse's mood at the moment]

[hostage]

[At least having Mike by his side keeps him in line. As long as Mike's there, he'll wait for an order before making a move. Mike's got the better judgment here. Jesse knows that.

But that doesn't exactly calm him down. His hands are shaking, which is something that might go unnoticed by someone else, but Mike will always pick up on it, being the expert that he is.]

[fullmeasure]

[Mike doesn't comment on that until they round a corner. He reaches out, grabs Jesse by the upper arm, and pushes him against the wall. Not hard, but with enough force that'll get Jesse's attention right away]

Calm down. [said as though he's giving an order, but without the usual bite in tone] If you plan on using that thing, you'll end up doing a shit job of it with the way you are right now.

[hostage]

[Jesse grunts when he hits the wall, avoiding Mike's eyes.]

I'm fine.

[vaccination]

Jesse?

[Unlike the zombie incident, Ellie isn't out here to fight. She's checking in on people--Cesare, Lucrezia, and their mother are high on her list, but Jesse's a friend and that concern goes to him, too. Except she didn't expect to run into him in the hall. Especially not with a gun. Certainly not looking like that.

Was he even a good shot with the thing? Jesus. Ellie has her knife, as always, but lifts her hands in a gesture of no harm. She's... not sure what side he's on, what sides there even are, but she's not looking to get shot in the dark.]

Hi.

[hostage]

[The second Ellie speaks, Jesse turns and holds the gun behind his back. Not that she didn't already see it, but she doesn't have to keep staring at it. He's surprised to see her out here, just wandering around like that.]

...Hey.

[vaccination]

[Truth be told, she knows she's taking the long way around because she's hoping to come across Tess. Maybe Joel's found her already, but all Ellie wants to do is shake her and ask what the fuck she's thinking, joining in on this shit. They didn't have the luxury of rebellion right now.]

You don't have to hide it. Just don't shoot me.

[hostage]

I'd never shoot you.

[And he's going to keep hiding it as long as she's there.]

beams gently

[motherofnemesis]

[ She's been patrolling, still, on the edges of things and trying to stay away from people unless they seem like they're going to be trying to head towards the transporter room. By now she knows it's not going to work, knows that she's fighting for a losing cause, but she's not really sure what else to do, doesn't feel like letting everyone else just ignore the point of all this in all their self righteous indignation.

Not that she can really stop them. But right now she's just paying attention to the fact that this guy that she knows isn't a part of the mutiny and recognizes somewhat is stalking down the hallway with a gun looking like he's planning on shooting people, and that's - not going to happen. ]

What the fuck, jackass? [ Her tone is harsh as she heads towards him in the dim light of the corridor. ] You going to start shooting people?

[hostage]

[Looks like Target #1 just came right to him. Jesse isn't just carrying that gun. Now he's raising it, aiming. He holds it like a pro. Like a cop, even. If she was worried about him not knowing how to handle it, she doesn't have to.]

Take it easy. Ain't shooting nobody I don't gotta shoot.

[motherofnemesis]

[ It slows her progress slightly, but not enough to keep her from getting within about ten feet, hands spread slightly to her side to show that she's unarmed. It doesn't mean anything, not really. Not with her skill set. But almost nobody here actually knows that, so. ]

How about you try not shooting anyone, huh? How about not carrying a gun when there are kids around?

[badnewsboy]

[best idea he ever had? follow the guy who looks like he's on a mission. so he pulled up his hood, put on his best (and quietest) step, and began to duck behind corners as he watched Jesse talk a bit of a walk through the corridors. everything seemed like a mess, really, and how things descended into chaos (though he could make some probable guesses) was something of his interest.

there might be someone peeking at him from around the corner.]

[hostage]

[Unfortunately for Loki, being observed by a kid is about the number one way to get Jesse to stop being on a mission. When he glances over and catches sight of that face peering at him, he comes to a halt and moves the gun so it's hidden behind him.]

Yo, who is that? I can't see you.

[Barely, anyway, beyond the small height.]

[badnewsboy]

["unfortunately for Loki" seems to be a trend. he retreats quickly behind the corner, and after a moment of quiet contemplation, he answers lowly, trying to throw his voice.]

Nobody's here! Absolutely no one behind this corner.

[did it work?]

[ensorceler]

[ Anne had wanted to leave Jesse a message once the tablets were working again, but that would hardly be enough for her in such a dramatic case. She knows of Saul's whereabouts, as he has made his position perfectly clear, but where is Jesse and his heart of gold (and his magic powers)? She can't wait longer, and in this kind of chaos and his take-action attitude, she can only assume he's doing something, which probably meant he was too busy to be looking at messages.

After leaving Bobby confined to her room (though who is to know if he'll listen), Anne takes off. This is the first day she has chosen not to dress in mourning, her black dress abandoned for the one she arrived in; a deep red gown with green embroidery, a beautiful brocade with ruby jewelry to accent. But the occasion and reason for change can hardly be seen as merry, despite her cheered attempt to cool the tempers of her allies. Walking the halls right now is actually a frightful experience, but her chin is held high and her steps seeming unhurried beneath the flurry of skirts.

When she sees a man in the distance, she slows, until she begins to recognize Jesse's clothes, his hair (lack thereof), and his face. ...Barely his face, with how the shadows play. The handgun doesn't even register, what's that now? Sounds like a great time to call out, as she lifts a hand to gain further attention. ]

Master Pinkman!

[hostage]

[Jesse stops and turns when he hears Anne's voice. She isn't a child and he doesn't think she's the type to be afraid of a weapon, so he doesn't hide his gun from her. But he does seem disoriented when he looks at her. Anne's presence is so soft and sweet. All of this is so ugly and harsh by comparison. She doesn't belong in it. Or near him.]

What're you doing here?

[ensorceler]

[ That is some weird look he's giving her, though she doesn't quite notice until she walks closer, given that the lights aren't exactly cooperating. It gives her pause, as does what she realizes is some kind of weapon in his hand. What had he said he owned? A gun? That doesn't look like one.

Confused, and suddenly much more wary with his frazzled state and inhospitable welcome, she still offers a hand out for him. ]

I thought you would wish to know that Bobby is safe and well, and I wished to be certain of the same for you, but you look as if to go off to battle already. For whom?

17, evening

[of_the_lake]

[Lancelot hadn't been quite himself for the last month or two. Brooding emotions on the moon, limited to such a confined space made for very little leeway when it came to a diversity of positive emotions, yet it didn't affect him as neutrally as he thought. He seemed invested, somehow. The tide that had been a gathering feeling of negativity made him feel on edge, at least in the slightest corners of his feelings.

It exploded on the 16th. With the zombies, Lancelot felt panic and terror, but he had lived with those things his whole life. It had't overwhelmed him. Rather, those were emotions rooted in instinct. They were positives, in a way. The feeling of malice in the air in the had been plenty. His sword at his hip--Lancelot looked the part of a dangerous man, but his posture was slacking. His fingers gripped a wall fixture as he tried to make his way around without falling completely. Jesse may not have noticed him right away, if only because in the darkness of the hallway, Lancelot was engulfed in shadows. Shadows inspired by hostility. His weapon sought to keep him alive, so it picked a ripe conduit. Anger, a powerful emotion, would keep Lancelot alive. Still, the casually dressed knight spoke up to Jesse, doing his best to remember his manners.]

Well, now... You seem fairly tense, lad. Are you in danger?

[hostage]

[Jesse freezes when he hears that voice. Jesus, he hadn't even seen someone there. But he relaxes a bit when he recognizes who it is. This guy... He'd helped this guy, back during the rescue mission. And maybe that doesn't mean much to him - who knows - but at least it probably means the guy won't immediately run him through with that sword.]

I'm not... in danger, uh. No.

[The gun stays lowered, but he doesn't put it away.]

What about you? You okay?

[of_the_lake]

[Were most of him not hidden by the shadows, what was visible of Lancelot's skin would have been more obviously pallid and beaded with sweat. His exertion came from trying to hold back the part of him that seemed to be bolstered by the anger and frustration in the air. Off of Jesse, Lancelot gained more and more shadowy enmity.

Still, he smiled. Since, for the moment, he thought he could probably say something to help calm someone else down. If not himself--maybe the next person to look just as tense.]

Were I not alright, such a thing would make no difference. Any and all things that would bend me to suffering would be well deserved. [He spoke breathy, as if he were still catching up. In spite of Jesse's caution, Lancelot didn't see any real reason to pander. He was more distracted than he let on.]

Though, I wonder. What brings a young man to point a weapon and stalk about so? You'll excuse me if I'm behind on current events--I've been... distracted.

17th, afternoon

[individualist]

[There's nothing particularly telling about Jesse's allegiance right now, so Lucifer isn't jumping to anything just yet - but isn't actively opposed to just striking up a conversation to find out, either. Arrogance tends to come hand in hand with the whole "im the devil" deal, coupled with an extraordinarily long existence, under the assumption there's nothing new to experience, as if life's predictable.

So as Jesse's on the hunt and stalking the darkened halls of the moonbase, he'll eventually come across Lucifer. It's almost like something out of a horror movie, honestly, one minute with a shine of the torch and there's definitely nothing at the end of this hallway, then in an instant, there's a girl. Nothing particularly stands out about her - about sixteen years old standing barefoot against the cold floor, but aside from that(and the way she seemed to turn up out of nowhere), pretty normal.]

Hello.

[hostage]

[Okay... Jesse's on edge because of this whole mess, obviously, but that's downright spooky. He could have sworn there was no one there a second ago, and he jerks back in surprise when he sees her.

But it's just a girl. His shoulders drop as he eases up a little. Yeah, cool it, nothing to be afraid of. He doesn't recognize her, but she doesn't look threatening. She's not even wearing shoes. Was she napping?]

Sorry. I didn't mean to -

[The gun. He slowly puts it behind his back.]

Was I making a lotta noise?

[individualist]

[There's no real change in expression as her gaze lingers upon the firearm, even after he stows it away. Lucifer remains silent at his question, offering a shake of the head in response, before taking a few light and slow steps forward and stopping within a more comfortable distance for conversation.]

I hadn't heard you if you were. The mutiny is loud enough as it is, I would say.

[mach_n_roll]

[In one of the more remote areas of the base, Jesse may be greeted by an enigmatic sound: Badumpbadumpbadump...]

[What is that?]

[Badumpbadumpbadump...]

[Sounds like something rolling around in the airducts...]

[BadumpbadumpbadumpBAMM!]

[Oh. Down the hall a ventilation duct clatters to the ground and a familiar blue hedgehog follows it, landing on his feet dusting himself off. The blue critter dusts off his fur with a low whistle.]

Tryin' to get up there is gonna be harder than I thought...