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(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?]

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[When the cat lands on the ground in front of her, Steph doesn't seem all that shocked, just drops into a crouch.

For the first time in a while, some of the tension eases in her posture.]

Where are you headed, sweetheart?

[hey, Collette.]

( Collette perks her ears forward, taking in the largeness of Steph when she's in this form. )

< The bathrooms, actually. Gravity's still on in them, right? >

( She hopes so. She left her chair in one of them! )

Was last time I checked. Wanna take the short cut?

[She holds out her arms for the offer of Collette to hop up into them.

She'd probably seen Steph teleporting once or twice during the whole zombies shenanigan, so hopefully the question makes sense.]

( Collette gathers her hind legs under her and jumps, impressed yet again at the fearless mechanism of feline physical prowess. She makes Steph's arms, holding on with paws that refrain from sprouting claws.

Regardless of knowing or not, a shortcut isn't something she feels like turning down right now. Anything that conserves energy! )

< I'd be happy to! Glad I won't have to worry about catching my chair on the far side of everywhere. Low gravity is a brat to move around in, did you know that? Let alone when they're dumb enough to activate zero-G! >

( She sounds a little grumpy, but overall not so put off -- though she is. Zero-G would be fun to play in, voluntarily, but people making her life all the more difficult without giving a dang about it rubbed her the wrong way. She'd thought she could trust fellow Transports better than this.

So much for that. )

[And Steph catches her easily, holding Collette the same way she'd hold Mike, assuming it's comfortable for a cat since Mike's never protested about it.

And Mike is fussy.]

Yeah, guess they didn't think about how wheelchairs don't exactly work in zero-G.

[She hadn't thought about it at first (in her defence, she'd been a little busy having a panic attack), but as soon as she'd got in contact with Babs she'd realized how annoying it must be.]

Which bathroom, by the way?

< They're as bad as the Initiative ever has been about that, > ( she announces, settled in Steph's arms. She'd never complained much about it, but it had taken almost a year to get some kind of means of moving around that wasn't morphing when she was back in the past. ATVs were a little tricky to operate going in mostly blind, but being all handlebar controlled, they were something she could handle. )

< The one in the West Wing, if you please! >

Everyone's kind of shitty about that.

[There's something like an apology in it, because shs'e sure there have been times when she hasn't considered how Collette or Babs or anyone else would be getting around.]

Yes, ma'am.

[And then there they are, in the bathrooms, not far from Collette's chair.]

< Pretty much. >

( She doesn't deny it. She does, however, sound a little amused -- then impressed, once they're in the bathrooms. )

< Aah! That's so cool! It's so fast, this teleporting thing! >

( Wiggling in Steph's arms, she makes to jump out and toward her chair. )

[She lets Collette go without a fuss.]

That's kind of the point of it. I'm glad Jesse let me keep it.

( Collette half jumps out, reaching a paw for the stopwatch sitting on her chair's seat. )

< What do you mean, he let you keep it? >

He gave a few powers out during the whole zombie thing, and asked for most of 'em back afterwards, but he let me keep the teleportation.

[To... make sure she could always be there instantly if he was in trouble.

But you know.

Everyone wins.]

< Woah! Where'd he get them? That's amazing, I didn't know anyone could do that! >

( The watch clatters to the ground, and not long after, she bats the knob into depressing. For her, time continues: the time freeze for everyone else makes it seem like the time it takes Collette to demorph and get back in her chair happens instantaneously.

Which is to say, one moment there's a kitty, not quite full grown, and the next, there's Collette in her morph suit, sitting in her wheelchair. )

What keeps you from teleporting in with the guys holding the machine and people hostage?

[Collette that's still weird, but Steph rolls with it, except she sort of doesn't because the second question makes her fumble, and for a second she's trapped in the dark again and her chest feels too tight and she can't--

Breathe.]

They've got. Um. It didn't work.

Steph?

( Those are all signs she knows to read as something wrong, and something remembered. Concern shows on her face -- she leans down to flip her wheel locks off, moving toward Steph in the moment after that. )

What happened? What's wrong?

[She takes a shaky breath and scrubs her hands over her face, trying to tell herself that she's fine.]

I'm okay. [... not really.] There was a spell. It sent me into a closet in the Ag wing. I couldn't-- I couldn't get out.

[The way her voice breaks on those last words might indicate where the problem lies.]

( Collette reaches out to touch her when she's next to her, keeping her voice calm for all her concern is readily apparent. )

You don't like small spaces you can't leave, huh?

[She shudders when Collette touches her, shoulders slumping like someone just cut her strings.

She hates being scared.

Her voice sounds a little hollow when she speaks again:]

When I was little and I did something to make my dad angry, he'd lock me in a closet for hours.

[so that's... why]

( It's not the worst she's heard -- but that hardly makes it better. She keeps her hand on Steph, would take her hand if it were in reach, but isn't mussed as to what contact point she has. )

We won't let anyone else do that to you here again. I promise. That's got to be scary as scary. I'd hate it, too, and I don't have half as much reason.

[She can take her hand; Steph is just caeful not to grip on too tightly.]

You can't promise that.

[She manages a smile, even if it's wobbly and a little sad.]

I can promise we'll try.

( Which is ore than saying she'll ignore it and pretend it'll never happen.

Not that she argues the point, giving Steph's hand a squeeze of reassurance. )

Edited 2013-11-18 04:28 (UTC)

Thanks.

[She takes a few more steadier breaths, then rubs at her eyes with her free hand, trying to push away the threatening tears.]

It shouldn't trap anyone else. They'll get redirected, but Jesse broke whatever was keeping me in the room.

That's good! It's gone, it won't be able to hurt anyone here again.

( It's gone, she's okay, and Collette doesn't know how to verbalize any of that. )

And even though I think all of this is really, really dumb, we do need to get back down to Earth. Space is driving all of us crazy.

[Unless Tempest casts annother one, but Steph doesn't say that, just nods.]

We've always needed to get back down to Earth, but yeah, this is just getting out of hand.

[understatement of the year.]

The is the worst cabin fever outbreak ever.

( Next to a truly homicidal outbreak. Aha...ha.h.aha......... )

[She swallows a little roughly.]

It could probably be worse, but let's hope this is as bad as it gets.

[Oh, if only she knew.]

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

I choose you, pika-- wait

chuuuuuuuu!

okay but could collette actually acquire pokemon

she could! as long as they're alive, she can, technically

note to self....

if we ever end up in the middle of a pokemon invasion...

let's make it happen

i believe in us i believe this can happen

we will the best that no one ever was

we're so elite

that's it that's the limit of my pokemon knowledge

i shall drown in a sea of lapras tears

that's the floaty one with the shell, right?

yeah, like the loch ness and a giant turtle had a baby

and yet it was oddly cute

it was much more endearing than the slime things

the slime things were kinda cute too ALSO CW: child abose

nope can't do the slime

but it just wants to be your friend

nope denied

sliiiiiiiime

suddenly reminds me of nikelodeon

that's what they should do to the mutineers

send them through the slime zone

the worst punishment

their dignity will never recover

then they'll really be sorry

especially as we deny them shower access and give them only buckets!