(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

17th

[of_the_lake]

[There was a slim chance Loki would be bothered by the sight of Berserker. He skulked in the hallway, holding onto wall fixtures in the hope of not toppling over. When things had gotten worse and worse, his mind and body were seized by his weapon. It took the darkness in the emotions all over the moon base and turned it into life energy for him. He could distance himself from Flora to save her from what he was becoming, but as his distance grew, his condition worsened.

So, he stood in the hall, hugging it and burning with black heat--tendrils of obsidian air curling around him and boiling the air. It was one raw emotion: anger. Even if he didn't feel it, the emotion itself was consuming him and burying itself into his mind. It was an aura of magic--created by the anger within the Moonbase--but, it was still nothing hostile in anyone's true direction. Berserker was just acting as a conduit, powered by it.]

[badnewsboy]

[gallivanting across the Nine Realms taught him of the many, many kinds of people and the many forms they took. from the lower Hells to the undead Valkyrior, he had many wicked and sympathetic company over his journey. so while on occasion he comes across something he's never seen before, it doesn't make all that strange in the face of everything else that he's experienced.

so, when he sees someone in partial distress across his path (well, the first thing that goes through his mind is "what would Thor do?") he can't pass without offering his aid (especially without Ikol whispering in his ear).]

Hello. Is something amiss? Something seems amiss.

[of_the_lake]

Ah, it seems that way. [Though, he hadn't even for a moment been thinking of himself. There were odd feelings in the air--ones of enmity, distrust and attempts to pacify those feelings. He couldn't hear arguments or scuffles. Nothing like that. All he could feel of it all was the energy that came from the mixing of two opposing forces. Friction that could easily be called anger and frustration.]

Though, I'm not usually adept in sensing these things. Has there been an issue?

[Loki's concern was clear--yet, Berserker's mind was too muddled to make sense of it. For the life of him, he wasn't built to ever consider himself. Even as he looked the picture of exhaustion and worry, his mind wouldn't veer that way.]

[badnewsboy]

Aside from your obviously distraught state?

[so, he made it quite clear of his concern. Loki raised a finger and waved it, well, scoldingly probably wasn't a good word for it, but it was definitely something a bit more light-hearted as a child teasing an adult. despite the friction and atmosphere, Loki seemed to find his way as a fairly amiable child beacon of non-involvedness.]

Unfortunately our network has gone out, and we're left with the bare minimum of Midgardian advances to allow us to live [get ready? jazz hands!] in space! A bit worrying, everything considered.

[of_the_lake]

[Yet, his fatigue came from the high of having that power slowly converting itself to raw energy inside of him. He couldn't for the life of him imagine why it was coming to that--that he could become a creature capable of leeching off of such hostility, yet it was piecing itself together in his head.

He was getting healthier and more powerful, but he was trying to force it back out of guilt.]

I suppose that would be a great deal of an issue. Is there any word of a solution?

[badnewsboy]

[a bit oblivious to the greater flow of things going on, he keeps talking. his hopes, at least, are that he can help in some way that involve talking. it was sort of what he was good at.]

No, simply chaos everywhere. All around!

And I didn't do it!

[you'd almost think he was being accused of it.]

[of_the_lake]

[For all that was running through his head, Lancelot could still possess the mind of a rational, cynical adult.

In that regard, his next question was obvious.]

And, why exactly are you being so cautious as to tell me?