(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

Caspian would like to take the bird-into-girl option

[ready_to_bloom]

[He sees the bird first, and well, that's a little odd, isn't it? Up here on the moon? And then odder still, the bird becomes someone he recognizes.]

Collette?

Victor Caspian help team go

[hellosailor]

[Victor's willing to follow Caspian's lead, and he's feeling pretty good about it until it leads him into probably the weirdest situation he's been in since he arrived. Which is really saying something.

First there's a bird, which is weird enough on it's own, what in the hell would a bird be doing here? And then the bird turns into a girl which is- ok, unsettling? That seemed to cover it.]

What the- [He manages to stop himself from swearing because, hey, kid, but it's a near thing.]

You know this, ah, girl?

[And look, Sully's trying to be nice but he's getting really tired of all these magical people around. It's tough enough on the moon without having to constantly re-evaluate your own mental state.]

[ready_to_bloom]

I do know her, but I've never seen her do that before.

[But you know, he's from a magical land with Talking Beasts and Centaurs and Fauns, just to name a few. Oh and he was bitten by a man turning into a werewolf once. So, this isn't really outside of his realm of strange.

Don't worry, Sully. Caspian gives him a reassuring smile.]

It's a bit unsettling. Still, much better than those zombies.

oh my god so sorry i hadn't seen this!

[crocodilesmiles]

Gee, I sure hope I rate better than zombies on a scale of weird things to run into in the halls!

( She waves at Victor, smiling, even if she's -- not sure who this guy is. She laughs, too, since this is a pretty ridiculous situation to be all caught up in. )

So who's going to do the introductions?

No worries!

[ready_to_bloom]

Much better, of course! There are no rotting bits, to start.

[Those rotting bits were the worst.

He grins and waves a hand.] Sully, this is Collette. Collette, this is Victor Sullivan, also called Sully.

Shoot! Missed this too, a comedy of errors!

[hellosailor]

Well, that's something.

[Something to say, at least. He accepts the smile and gives a less-than completely sincere one in return. Bird-girls.]

Well, she you haven't tried to eat anyone I hope.

[He laughed a little at that and brings up a slightly-awkward hand in return. Smile for the nice girl Sully. Even if she is a bird sometimes.]

Good to meet you Collette. Caspian and I bumped into each other and decided to see if anyone needed any help with everything all [he waves his hands around] you know. Other than being a bird, you alright?

[Annnd he processes exactly what she had been doing. Crawling around in the vents? That might spell a bit of trouble, although he's hesitant to pin a kid as dangerous. Especially such a chipper one.] What were you doing in that vent anyway?

we're good at this

[crocodilesmiles]

Nice to meet you too, Sully! I'm, oh, you know, pretty good.

( Sitting and absolutely not getting up, since she can't, but making sure to have her legs pulled up close against her body, leaning back against the wall for support. )

Went flying in case the gravity was going wonky again, you know how it is! Working a chair around here is crazy when you've got no idea what you'll run into.

so good, 100%

[hellosailor]

Good! [He opens his mouth to ask how hard it can be to work a chair when his face goes blank. Right. Not standing. Working chairs. Now he actually feels a little guilty about the whole gravity thing. Mild inconvenience was one thing. This was another.

And more than a little annoyed that the Initiative doesn't seem to care who they drag into their shit. He quickly schools his expression back into a pretty typical grin.]

Yeah I can't imagine it's a cake-walk. [He manages not to wince but it's a near thing] Well, the gravity seems to be working here at least, do you need any help? If you said yes it'd go a long way in making me feel useful.

[crocodilesmiles]

I could use someone grabbing my chair and bringing it back around. How far are we right now from the West Wing bathrooms?

( She asks, tucking a stray strand of escaping hair behind an ear. )

[hellosailor]

[He squinted, looking around]Not too far, I think. The one up north or the one down south?

[He'd run into Caspian somewhere between their rooms, but he hadn't really been paying much attention and it was not exactly a bright sunshiny day. Still, it wasn't much further than a housing strip away, either way.]

[crocodilesmiles]

South!

( She says with a smile. )

North would be more convenient, but South is closer to where I live.

[hellosailor]

[He orients himself, shifting on the balls of his feet, and nods. Easy enough.]

All right little lady, I can do that. Be back in two shakes.

[It's not far at all, really. He's a little worried the door might be locked but, hell, he could always just knock on it until it opened.]

[crocodilesmiles]

( Thankfully the restrooms weren't locked down, making it easy and free access inside and toward the built in storage lockers. A wheelchair sits there, with a change of loose clothing and velcro strap tennis shoes on top of the seat.

Meanwhile, back in the hall, Collette tries not to feel the chill in the air. )

[crocodilesmiles]

( She always misses the feeling of flight once the possibility is gone. She glances upward, tracking the voice back to it's issuer: she smiles. )

Hey, Caspian! Nice night for a stroll, don't you think?

( In the middle of a mutiny and with power, doors, and gravity not entirely online.

Yes, it's the perfect kind of evening! )

[ready_to_bloom]

[Caspian smiles back, he can't help himself, her smile is irresistible.]

It's a little odd, what with the occasional bouncing around. I thought I'd come see if anyone needed assistance.

Er, do you?

[crocodilesmiles]

Well...

( She looks around, as if half expecting to see something useful come rolling on down the halls by itself. Sadly, her wheelchair had yet to learn sentience. )

I could use a lift... or a delivery service! Depends on what you think your'e good for!

[ready_to_bloom]

[He thinks he's good for either!] I could do whichever you would prefer!

Also, I didn't know you could turn into a bird.

[crocodilesmiles]

It feels like telling people might make them think I'm flighty or something.

( She jests, winking. Carrying is more of a big deal than she lets on, but as far as expedited processes... she considers. )

How close are we to the West Wing restrooms right now?

[ready_to_bloom]

[All right, Collette, that gets a startled laugh out of him.]

Oh, of course, I can see your problem. [He has to think for a moment.] Not too far, actually, just a few minutes walk.

[crocodilesmiles]

How long with about a hundred twenty extra pounds of girl along?

( It's middling enough she could ask for him to run down to find her chair in the bathrooms, or just take the chance and accept his offer of help carting her down there. Granted, she knows it's not an easy feat, nor will be standing with her be anything simple.

And she doesn't usually like pointing out that princess holds are easier for most everyone who doesn't have a lot of upper body strength, since she couldn't support her own weight piggy back, and being tossed over a shoulder was just terrible for her! (If not so much terrible for the tosser!) )

[ready_to_bloom]

Hmm, maybe a few minutes longer.

[He considers what she's asking, and how to best to lift her, without being horribly awkward and embarrassing.]

If I bend down, and you hold onto my shoulders while I stand, I think we can do this.

[crocodilesmiles]

( She nods, offering a small shrug with another ready grin. )

Worse comes to worse, I get to joke you fell for me, so I think we win in the long run either way!

( Puns and jokes are the best, aren't they? She complies with his suggestion, glad much of her own strength has returned over the long recovery months since June. It's not one hundred percent, and it probably won't be for a while longer, but she's easily 70% of the way there, and tenacious to boot!

Which is to say, welcome to the koala clinger. )

[ready_to_bloom]

[He places his hands on her hips, holding and lifting her with his arms as he straightens up, letting her own hold and his strength pull her upright.]

Don't make me laugh, or you'll make that joke come true.

[But he's joking too, and he makes sure they're both steady before swinging her up into a firm hold.] Is this good?

[crocodilesmiles]

( There's no real sense of her being on her feet, since she couldn't possibly support herself, but having her straightened out, and having her cling as she does (in which there is no dignity, and she ignores the rising heat in her cheeks because she can't have dignity when she doesn't have the capacity to stand and help smooth this over). Once she's in a hold, she breathes out -- relief! )

My hero!

( And that's an honest exclamation of appreciation. Thank you, Caspian! )

[ready_to_bloom]

[He's glad to be of whatever help he can, especially in this time of trouble.]

How come you were a bird, Collette?

[You know, just a casual question as he carries her down the corridor.]