(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

[controlledvariable]

If I knew that, my life would be a hell of a lot easier.

[badnewsboy]

[hm, inspects her, and then inspects the tools.]

Who do you think this somebody is?

[controlledvariable]

[Oh my god is this kid secretly a cat or something.]

If I knew that, I'd be off having words with them instead of bothering with this.

[by words she means punches]

[badnewsboy]

[just a tiny inconspicuous person of slightly morally ambiguous character.]

Have you suspicions?

[controlledvariable]

[She knows Charlie and Chloe are involved, but she's sure they delegated.]

A few, but I'm not gonna throw them around without any real proof.

[She pulls a spool of cable from her belt and starts splicing it with the destroyed wiring within the panel.

Progress]

[badnewsboy]

[hm, he watches her again, crouching down behind her without a word to kind of sit there and pay super close attention to what she's doing. his head peeks around from around her.

then he applauds.]

[controlledvariable]

[That doesn't seem to startle her; she just slowly pauses in what she's doing and turns to fix him with a slightly sharp look.]

What are you doing?

[badnewsboy]

Filling the role of moral support!

[there's a wide-eyed, almost innocent stare. almost.]

Feel it! Feel your confidence rising!

[controlledvariable]

[There's a sharp comment on the tip of her tongue, but... he's just a kid, and she'd only be snapping because she's frustrated, so she rolls her eyes at him instead.]

So you're my cheerleader?

[and hey!

She finishes up a piece of wiring, flicks a switch in the panel, and the door slides open.

Isn't she awesome.]

[badnewsboy]

Leader of all the cheer!

[and despite how it could be taken, he seems fairly earnest about it! he even lets out a hearty cheer when the door opens!]

Victory!

[controlledvariable]

[Okay, that's kind of cute.]

Unfortunately there's still a hell of a lot more to go.

[Which is why she's starting to pack up her gear for the moment.

Though she is going to booby trap the door so that if anyone tries to mess with the wiring they'll get a nasty shock.

Literally.]

[badnewsboy]

[he slides through the door curiously after her, watching her booby trap the thing for the next poor sap that decides to mess with it. he does a full three-sixty to make sure that they aren't being followed (he's actually a rather good little look-out).]

How many in a Hel?

[controlledvariable]

[She's not too concerned about being followed; if anything, she wants someone to try to confront her, because she'd love to actually throw down, but that's probably not going to happen.

She raises an eyebrow at the question, unsure if he's joking or not.]

It's a figure of speech, not an actual measurement.

[badnewsboy]

It sounds slightly offensive. Is it offensive?

[the thought of that is kind of cool. aye, this lady is a particular badass one, perhaps he can witness cool things while hiding behind a corner somewhere.]

[controlledvariable]

Uh, I guess it's one of the lower level curse words. You familiar with the concepts of heaven and hell?

[what is happening why is she walking through the halls explaining things to a random kid.]

[badnewsboy]

[he sort of has that way about him, doesn't he?]

Aye, both of which are realms of a particular monotheist religion. Then why don't the mortals say something of the "how in the heaven" or "how many in heaven"? It seems as if that would be slightly less offensive.

...

Or more? Is it more offensive?

[controlledvariable]

I dunno much about, you know, how phrases came about, but we're more likely to say "for heaven's sake".

[Tim would probably be better at answering this]

And I think they're about equally offensive? It's all blasephemy, which is kinda frowned up, but it's not really the big deal it used to be.

[badnewsboy]

Blasphemy, eh? [he looks way too thoughtful about blasphemous things.] The monotheist sort of blasphemy, or the all around every-mortal-gets-offended blasphemy?

[controlledvariable]

The monotheist sort, I guess.

[why is she having this conversation what is happening]

Only really intense Christians tend to get offended by it

[badnewsboy]

[i am a majestic creature.]

What makes them intense?

[controlledvariable]

Maybe "devoted" is a better word.

[No she meant what she said.]