(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

[onblackwings]

[ Well, he handled that well enough. Better than some, anyway. But still, her tail gives a derisive flip and she blinks slowly. ]

It's Khisanth, and I don't believe you and I are friends.

[badnewsboy]

[well, she's not a murder cat or anything, which is good! well, even then he'd probably be able to deal with a murder cat.]

Lady Khisanth, of course.

Loki of Asgard, pleasantries extended, well-mets to be had, and I see you've found yourself in the same peculiar predicament of outages and mysterious network messages.

[onblackwings]

[ Wait a second, she totally knows that name. Her eyes widen for whatever inscrutible reason cats' eyes go wide, then narrow. ]

I've met Loki of Asgard, and you don't look like him.

[badnewsboy]

[ah, another one who knows of him. well, it's interesting and discouraging all the same. he is Loki, after all.]

I count myself lucky. I take it you've known Other-Lokis?

[he's looking inconspicuously around a corner.]

[onblackwings]

I knew Loki who was — [ Her teacher? Nawwww she didn't like him enough for that title. She pauses, tailtip twitching, and considers it. ]

...He taught me a few spells.

[ Grudgingly, she'll give him that much. ]

[badnewsboy]

[ew, that's okay no one wants that old man as their teacher. gross Loki.]

From what I've heard he was rather good at it. He had a penchant for enchantments, if we're speaking of the same Loki. [time to add his own two cents.] He also smelled bad.

[that was childish, but it felt kind of good to say.]

You're a very talented cat if you've taken up sorcery.

[onblackwings]

[ Are there two people of the same name? That's stupid. But then again, she's seen it happen sometimes here, so... she supposes she can let it go.

Oh, but here's a chance to brag, excellent. ]

I would be, yes, if I were a cat.

[badnewsboy]

[well, two of the same Loki, anyway. a special situation for this one, but he didn't go so far into it. in fact, he left it as what it was. there were still events that he needed to cope with in his own mind, especially since his arrival.]

You do make a fine feline, you're going to tell me that you're not?

[he manages, somehow, to look both incredulous and impressed.]