(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

[inhumanity]

[Ahh, it feels like coming home. It's wrong and twisted, reaching into his gut. The appearance he might accept, the appearance is almost cousin, but the unease extends tendrils around his spine, grips vertebrae, twists them. There is something in his head, there is someone in his head, it's only natural, your brain has always been gripped by another's hands, your thoughts have always been twisted by tendrils you can't tear out—he can hear the way he used to scream and cry before he learned to turn it into laughter, he can hear Adelle's screaming, he can hear Rail's crying, he can hear the moment the others stopped—those fingers in your skull will never go away—

And with a smile, Christopher gives up.]

Hello, friend.

[The umbrella is thrown, sharp point for Ilhatar's throat. Two knives follow, one for each eye, and Christopher himself charges forwards with his last knife to go for the stomach, to tear the guts out. Erika would be so proud. She never promised to kill so that he could stop killing, and as he feels the warmth of blood he realizes that he can't hold on much longer. It's her heart he's tearing out. Christopher yanks his knife from Ilhatar's stomach and starts to laugh.]

[veratrum]

Ah--[It isn't as though dying no longer hurts. He feels sees the attack coming, doesn't dodge or react in time to move before the tip his throat, rips it open to shrieking whispering things and a torrent of blood that burns too hot and is a shifting, deep red, nearly black and constantly shimmering like spilled oil. He makes a strangled noise when the knives hit, and the tendrils detach from the ceiling in shock. The pressure of his aura increases, and increases, and increases, crushing and inescapble, a reminder of Christopher's fate and his place, and an unspoken laughter as he rips out Ilhatar's heart, still-beating, in the dark place of his wish.

And then it's silent. A terrible, complete silence, just long enough for it to sink in just what he's done, Ilhatar's body seeming small in the pool of blood on the floor.

The whispering starts again at forty-five seconds. At a minute, Ilhatar's organs have crept back into his body and begun to sew up the gouge. At a minute and ten seconds, the shadows have grown too black, and a thousand eyes pop open, all staring at Chris, before Ilhatar melts. And at a minute and twenty seconds, a dark figure reforms from the shadows and that pool of blood, staggering back to it's feet and holding the umbrella out to Chris like he'd just dropped it into his throat or something.]

Ahaha, was it too much?

[Unlike Elaine, he hadn't been killed before, just had the Old Ones tear apart everything that had made him himself and then piece it back together as best They could. It was a slightly different sensation.]

[inhumanity]

[Christopher takes it in with all his senses, eyes watching the grotesque transformation, skin taking in the burning, tongue tasting the strange blood. And as that force takes hold of Christopher and leaves him no way out, he sighs and smiles, relaxing into it.

This is that feeling of familiarity that humans call home.

Christopher accepts his umbrella and swings it over his shoulder.] Not at all. Thank you, friend, for returning my umbrella.

[Some of the pressure has gone away, now. Just like with Elaine. But he can still hear that song singing in his head, and he thinks he would like to sing along.]

However, I must offer my most sincere apologies. [Liam's blood is spattered all over a face that offers genuine contrition.] I'm afraid I didn't realize that you are the person Elaine asked I not kill.

[veratrum]

...Did she, now. [And as inhuman as he is--indeed, Liam's pulling the knives out of his hair and then holding them out, after Chris takes the umbrella--Liam's easy to read, his expression clouding over with emotions in a series--sadness, a bit of anger, an overwhelming loneliness, garnished with a smile that is as best he can make it be.]

Well, I didn't dislike the experience, and since she won't talk to me about such things, I say there's nothing to apologize for.

[It occurs to him, briefly, that his death might have severed the contract for a second, and so he checks that it remains in place, before returning his attention to Christopher.]

You're quite strong, Mister...[He pauses, and looks suddenly quite ashamed.] Oh no, this is rather rude of me, I've gotten all the names jumbled up again. It is Mister Christopher, isn't it?

[inhumanity]

[Christopher tucks away the knives, watching the series of obvious, human emotions move over Liam's face in succession.] Do you? I'm so glad nothing will come between us now.

[He presses a hand to his heart.] Except that I am like a rare and wild breed of flower whose name you've forgotten despite it being your favourite kind! No, hold on, you have the name right. But you have to call me 'Christopher.' And I'll call you Liam. [It has been decided.]

[veratrum]

That seems like a plan! [Liam latches on to christopher's cheer--it's easier to work with. Easier to deal with. He likes this.]

Well then, Christopher, it's very wonderful to get to meet you in person!

[inhumanity]

[Christopher chuckles warmly.] I'm more than pleased to do so myself. Though, I thought you would look different...

[veratrum]

Oh, you mean like this?

[His form shifts and hey, it's that brown-haired kid who was talking about bunnies, before he changes back.]

That is simply how I used to look. However, since Miss Elaine doesn't want to talk to me, I don't see a reason to take back a form that was mostly for her benefit.

If my power becomes to much for someone, then of course, I could take the less harmful form, it would be rude not to! But right now, this is much more comfortable.

[inhumanity]

[Christopher grins and gives Liam a look.] So by that you mean that driving a friend so mad that he attacks you on sight doesn't count as being too much for someone?

[Liam you're great.]

[veratrum]

If it was too much for you, you'd tell me, right? It's not uncommon for my other friends to kill each other for fun. It's not as though I stay dead.

[...No seriously Chris you'll have to tell him.]

[inhumanity]

[Christopher laughs warmly—in a way, truly, perhaps such that Elmer would approve of this laugh.] While you took me by surprise at first, I find myself taking great comfort in your presence now. Why, I think this must be the sort of comfort that appears when two people are truly meant to be friends.