(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

[khajidont]

Monkey-feathers. That's a new one. [The quip would make him seem a lot more together, except for the fact that he's still drifting down the hallways, fingers desperately scrabbling at the wall for purchase. Evidently the shiny, smooth, futuristic walls of the moonbase isn't the greatest for handholds. Who would've guessed?

He ends up managing to snag his fingers onto a doorway and he grips onto it the best he can, feeling distinctly more bug-like than normal. He cranes his neck a little to look over in Sokka's direction and asks dryly,] Having fun yet?

[originalgaangster]

Oh yeah. Lots of fun.

[ Sokka manages to correct his course, jamming himself into a doorway before beginning a gentle bound back towards Jaime. ]

You doing okay? This is pretty crazy.

[khajidont]

I think you mean pretty dumb. [He manages to get himself turned around in the doorway, one arm held above his head to keep his place. His other hand rises to run through his hair, though it doesn't do much to smooth it out at all.] How about you? Lucky you didn't get trapped in one of the washrooms or something.

[originalgaangster]

Well, when you're stuck on the moon with people who have the power to get you home or get something done you get desperate, I guess. I dunno. I can understand why they're doing it.

[ Sokka stops himself, bobbing to a halt next to Jaime. ]

Yeah, I'm fine. I was just...

[ Seeing if I could help keep things broken. ]

Going to see if I could get into the cafeteria.

[khajidont]

[Jaime frowns at Sokka a little quizzically, honestly surprised by his reaction - both the content and the speed of it. Even with the PA announcement, he doesn't feel that he has a grasp on what's going on in the least. Some people have decided they want change and equality and so now nothing is working. Because reasons. Eyebrows knitting together, he says,] Except they tried sending one of us home before. And that...

[His lips thin. Officially speaking, Blue Beetle was there, not Jaime Reyes - but unfortunately, Jaime Reyes is still having nightmares over it.] That didn't end well. You never heard?

[originalgaangster]

[ Sokka's brow furrows. ]

I didn't, no. What happened?

[ Jaime's expression worries him and he bounces nervously off one foot, lingering in the air. ]

[khajidont]

They'd never sent anyone back to their world on purpose before. They got access to this guy's world, yeah, but so did the UE.

[His gaze is trained somewhere above and behind Sokka.]

The UE destroyed his world. Not just his city, not just his country. The whole thing.

[originalgaangster]

What? Just wiped out his world?

[ There's more anger. Anger at the UE for existing. Anger at the Initiative for bringing him here and putting everything he loves in danger. Anger at being stuck in this crappy moon base. ]

[khajidont]

Yeah. [What else can he say to that? He wouldn't be able to wrap his head around it if he hadn't seen it for himself. He swallows.]

So nobody's being sent home on purpose anytime soon. If they could, how many people do you think would be left?

[originalgaangster]

[ Sokka slams a fist against the wall and immediately regrets it. But there's angers moldering now, rage against the people who did this to him. ]

They brought me here and now I can't go home because their enemies might destroy it?

[khajidont]

[Jaime had been angry too, those long months ago, not the quiet thrum of rage that powers him these days, but the bright, vivid anger of the rightfully wronged. He's not sure when that changed, but it has.]

Pretty much. [There's no way of sugar-coating that.] And that makes them our enemies too.

[originalgaangster]

[ Sokka clenches his firsts again. His hand hurts now and he winces as he opens and closes it. That was dumb, but it doesn't feel broken. ]

I hate this place.

[ He sounds tired, mostly. THere's that rage lurking behind his words though. ]

I hope they succeed, honestly. At the least the Initiative has to stop and listen to us instead of just ordering us around.

[khajidont]

Succeed with what? I mean - there's like, what, fifteen Initiative members still alive? I'm all for getting a fair say, but I'm not really clear on what turning everything off has to do with it.

[He shrugs.] I'd be asking them myself, but they took the network down with everything else.

[originalgaangster]

I dunno either but--

[ Sokka groans. He cant just let on that he's part of this. So he sighs and shakes his head. ]

I just miss my sister.

[khajidont]

[Sokka may not be being manipulative here, but it's the right tack to take with Jaime, and it certainly distracts him from the questions and problems he has with this little revolution.

His frown changes into something a little less annoyed, a little more sympathetic.]

Yeah. I hear you. I miss my parents too, and - heh, my sister too, but don't let her hear you repeating that. [He ducks his head, his twitching lips the only evidence of his attempt at a joke. God, what he'd give to see them just for one day. Just one.]

But I hope I keep missing them. They can't be here, in the middle of all this.