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Entry tags:
- !initiatesnpc,
- #plot post,
- allen walker (d. gray-man),
- altair ibn la-ahad (assassin’s creed),
- alucard anselm (original),
- anne boleyn (tudors),
- asbel lhant (tales of graces),
- asuka langley soryu (evangelion),
- caspian (narnia),
- charlie cutter (uncharted),
- chloe frazer (uncharted 3),
- christopher de red (baccano!),
- collette "please" (animorphs),
- dick grayson (dc comics),
- dr. gordon freeman (half-life),
- francœur (a monster in paris),
- ico "von viking" (ico: citm),
- jaime reyes (dc comics),
- jan valentine (hellsing),
- jesse pinkman (breaking bad),
- joel (the last of us),
- johnny d'amico (original),
- joseph "jericho" wilson (tta),
- kate "candy" kane (dc comics),
- khisanth (dragonlance),
- luke skywalker (star wars),
- max briest (original),
- max kearney (original),
- roslyn "mcsexy" small (original),
- ryoji kaji (evangelion),
- saul goodman (breaking bad),
- sokka (a:tla),
- sonic the hedgehog (sonic),
- stephanie brown (dc comics),
- vennett (npc),
- victor sullivan (uncharted 3),
- wayne malloy (the riches),
- yuri lowell (tales of vesperia)
(OPEN | Mutiny Log) Well it's been so long
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?]
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?]
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Celena shakes her head with a sigh, "We shall have to see just how they decide to resolve this matter, they have cast their hand and they shall bear the consequences,"
"For now though we should focus on just what we can do to prevent this situation from getting any more detrimental for those stuck in the dark," She offers a smile to that with a glance to Billy's tools, better to put the mind to work than let it run in loops that it can do nothing about.
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"I can work when enough of the gravity is engaged to keep myself and my tools on the ground, but it's fluctuating wildly right now. I try to work and my wires float away."
He sighs. "Magic is the victor here."
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"That is troublesome...at the very least however you do have something that may be able to provide light for yourself, for when the gravity does reassert itself fully,"
"You still have the crystal I made for you I assume?"
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"That works. Now I just need to think. Lights, doors, weapons...deprogramming locks..."
He's writing a mental list of all the tools he'll need when the gravity cuts back in. It's heavy enough, unfortunately, that he crashes, hitting the metal floor on his side.
"That's my signal to work, right?"
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As the gravity cuts in, Celena herself lands on her feet, crouching though from the sudden change, "Not the most pleasant of changes," she quips with a shake of her head before forcing herself to her feet, offering a hand to help Billy up.
"We take what we get, I'll help while I'm here though, just let me know what I can do," She offers with a smile down to him.
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He squeezes the crystal for light, then refocuses. "First we need to get through the doors. Interfering with the signals from central might work, I know the wiring somewhat. I don't want anyone locked away from basic necessities."
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She gives a sharp nod to his, "Doors are a priority, as well as ensuring that this..malfunction will not affect any of the airlocks, lighting and life support would certainly be of assistance as well,"
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"In any event let us see what we can do about lighting while we've got this small bit of gravity," She offers a smile to that.