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

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?]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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.

[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.

[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.

I'd never shoot you.

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

Who's the gun for? [Not accusing, not suspicious, just cautious. Her lands lower.]

Nobody. Self-defense. What're you doing alone out here?

[The alone part nearly makes her bristle, but she tries her best not to snap at friends, so she just rolls her eyes.]

I'm on my way to someone's room. What are you doing alone out here?

[She couldn't help herself. At least she hasn't asked if he knows how to use that gun.]

Looking for somebody.

Who? [She's hoping that somebody isn't the true reason for the gun.]

Don't worry about it. Just get to wherever you're going.

If you're looking for someone, I can help. I survived the zombie invasion alright. This is a piece of cake.

[But not really, because people are so unpredictable compared to zombies, undead, infected, monsters.]

Ellie...

[Don't make him say it.]

What?

[Say it.]

[Carefully:]

I don't want you to be around when I find who I'm looking for.

You think you're going to have to defend yourself? [Or kill the person, whatever wording is more comfortable for Jesse to admit to.]

I don't know.

[Thanks for not be reassuring, Jesse. Ellie's not sure if he's being weird or if this is him being involved. She rubs her eyes with the palms of her hands. It was easier when she only ever had to worry about Joel. Now it's Joel, Steph, Jesse, Cesare, and so on. There's too many people to lose.]

The gun. You're good with it?

I'm real good with it.

[There's something about the way he says that. It sounds like an apology. Like he's letting her down.]

[He's not. She looks him in the eye and nods--he should be able to protect himself and be able to kill. If he's killed before (which she's guessing he must have, now), she can't exactly judge. You kill to survive, and Jesse doesn't seem like the kind of guy who could kill for fun and live with himself after.]

Good. You should be.

[But she doesn't want to go.]

[Jesse's not sure if that response makes him feel better or worse. He tears his gaze away from her, dropping it to his feet as he gives a slight nod. He's still holding the gun behind his back, despite her approval.]

It... doesn't freak me out, you know. Shit like that. [It should be obvious, but he makes her feel like she has to say it.]

You're still the cookie guy, not the gun guy.

[He was never the fucking cookie guy. It's all just a lie to get people to get people to trust him. This is who he is. But if Ellie doesn't see that, then he thanks god for it.]

Even if it don't bother you, you shouldn't... You shouldn't have to think about this stuff.

[She makes a sound, somewhere between frustrated and amused. Exasperated.]

I've killed people, too. [It's never a thing she's proud of, but she's never hesitated to use it to make a point.] I think about this stuff all the time. It's a little too late for that. Like, fourteen years late.

So just... stop hiding the fucking gun behind your back.

No.

[If anything, she's only giving him more reason to keep it concealed.]

Get to where you're going, Ellie.

[It's fucking stupid when Joel walks around armed to the teeth and Ellie doesn't blink an eye at that.]

Not really getting why you're being so goddamn stubborn about this.

[Pot calling the kettle black, Ellie.]

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