(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

Chloe Frazer > Richy Rich or anyone else!

[totallytrustworthy]

[Setup takes more than a few minutes to complete: when the clock is running, priorities come before friendly banter, and so long as none of the staff look ready to run for the nearest sharp object (no pens to the neck, thank you) she does her best to keep focused on making sure they'll last the next few days.

Once that's seen to, though, once supplies are all in order and accounted for, Chloe realizes their stores are-- quite drastically-- too low to pull through comfortably. Or even remotely comfortably. Water should be fine (she's camped out in enough jungles to know hydration is key) but food? Food was stocked up based on their original number crunch. Three people in need of enough to not starve over the course of up to a week means...

Well it means the mutineers that aren't on defense are going to have to go somewhat hungry.

So she tallies it up, marks it down, arranges hefty packets of water, food and used playing cards for the staff and door teams; lifting them one at a time for the sake of passing them out. Richard just so happens to get his first.

Probably something to do with the look on his face.] Special delivery. Try not to spend it all in one day, yeah?

[misterlawson]

( The deadpan observation that crossed his features when he noticed what Chloe had been doing earlier hasn't left. These are angry people in a situation where none of them have really thought things through. They're not prepared.

They assume someone else might be, he guesses, or they are at least chafing from a perception of inaction, and he doesn't blame that chafing. He's felt it, chased it away down every bottle once that young thing had shown up with an alternate booze dimension. His tendency to accept the absurd is higher here and now only because it suits him to keep his bad habits well stocked.

Speaking on those, he'd much preferred to have the big guy be handing things out to him... sigh. )

Space travel and expansion was ruled too much of an exhaustive cost sixty-five years ago. You're lucky.

( He takes the packet, pulling it close to his middle. No, he doesn't want what's coming, and he's already regretting that he didn't bring in a full handle to tonight's little avoidance of Transport festivities.

Better that he hadn't, given the water being passed out now, but damnably irritating. )

If this was anything they wanted, you wouldn't be here right now.

[totallytrustworthy]

I've been lucky, mate. Can't say the same for most these days. [Is it a joke? Is it casual conversation? Is she pissed off? Who knows.]

[misterlawson]

Good for you.

( Who cares? Certainly not Richard. )

Certainly won't count my lot in with the lucky up here in this titanium can.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Hey, she takes it on the nose. The feeling's mutual, after all.] Which is why I think it's in our best interests to get off this rock as soon as possible.

And it's precisely why we're doing this.

[misterlawson]

Holding people and technology hostage so... that the idiots who haven't made up their minds to do anything yet get angry at each other and admit they should be doing something, but still fail to actually do anything. Bravo.

( He slumps back, utterly disinterested in whatever the hell they think they're achieving. )

I'll hold off on the applause until the final act of whatever play you're putting on, thank you very much. I've never been much a fan of theatre.

( Even less so, coming out of detox. )

[totallytrustworthy]

[Which is the point where she realizes she can stop pressing out an unnaturally potent dose of sympathy for this particular conversation-- thank god. Step one: drop the act. Step two:]

You don't seem to be a fan of much, actually.

[misterlawson]

Here I thought I was disguising it so well.

[totallytrustworthy]

A for effort, I suppose. [There's a momentary pause as she scans her tablet, checking the time (they've got a few to spare while the secondary teams get out of dodge) before deciding to continue the conversation.] Care to elaborate exactly why you're so disinterested compared to just about everyone else stuck in this mess?

[misterlawson]

( He eyes her. )

How long have you been around this place?

( He's kept himself quiet because he has, frankly, given no fucks to anything going on, not even the fact he's still alive. They want him as an information mule, but one one's put the spurs to him. He's not so inclined to have that change now. )

[totallytrustworthy]

Over a year. Give it a month or so and I'll be well over. [The raised brow that follows serving as enough of a 'why?' for her to not have to bother saying it out loud.]

[misterlawson]

Then we've run into each other before in a sense, under vastly different circumstances.

( So descriptive, Richard. )

[totallytrustworthy]

Right, because of the reset thing. I've heard. [It's not particularly sensitive, the way she brings it up. Then again she's just taking stabs in the dark about what he says versus what she sort of knows. ]

[misterlawson]

Have you now?

( He looks slightly amused, lips quirking upward into the beginnings of a wry grin.

She had nothing. It's about what he expects. )

The reset of November, 3312? I'm afraid I have nothing to do with that.

[totallytrustworthy]

[It earns him a slight squint as she's busy searching for something in his expression that might clue her in as to just how lost she is.] Oh c'mon mate, stop dicking around with me. What are you on about then?

[misterlawson]

( He shrugs. Like hell he has any reason to actually say. )

Probably just shooting the breeze.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Her lips thin out into a straight line at that, but hey, his secrets to keep.]

Right. Well then. Chloe. [One offered handshake goes here.] Chloe Frazer.

[misterlawson]

( Ha. He appreciates that, one of the few reasons he accepts her hand and gives a firm shake as he gives her something she very well could use, if she or anyone else here on the Transport side remembered his name from the times it'd come up on network. )

Richard. Richard Lawson.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Chloe might have a sharp memory, but she's not a portable hard drive the way that Charlie is; the name catches, she just can't place it. Not yet.]

I'd say it's a pleasure but we all know that's not true right about now.

[misterlawson]

It's not generally true in my case anyway. Your politeness is commendable.

( Somewhere, at least. He doesn't seem so concerned with much else other than placing his "package" firmly in his lap, letting his hands fold over the top of it all. If she hasn't magically wandered off, he'll offer something... not at all on topic. )

Cards?

NO DW ATE THIS NOTIF WHY lies down and cries

[totallytrustworthy]

What? [She almost looks offended by that.] Look if you want to sit around all day burning a hole into the wall with your eyes, that's fine by me. I'll gladly take them right back.

richard's life lbr

[misterlawson]

I'd prefer drinking, but alas, I didn't come prepared enough to last through several... whatevers of unexpected company. Merely amused. No chance you have any 65 card decks on you, eh?

haha I'm just leaving this open in a tab and refreshing it myself

[totallytrustworthy]

Sorry, fresh out darling.

[Honestly she can't think of a time she's seen one in person, so...] Spare 36 I've got though it doesn't sound like that'd be of any help.

What've you got in mind?

then i disappeared HI

[misterlawson]

Nothing much. A round of Speed. Ever played?

( It involves slapping hands.

It's something he knew from his friend's kids, okay, it's... it's a very silly thing. )

HI IT WORKED THIS TIME

[totallytrustworthy]

....nnnno. [But she looks interested. Go on.]