(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]

[He cracks another grin.] Then I'll have to write it down. [He squiggles his finger across her forehead as if writing on her.]

[vimdicare]

[She tries to cover her forehead!] Ah, no libel either! No defamation of my glorious name!

[inhumanity]

[He withdraws his hand with a dolphin cackle.] In that case, there's no name here that I can't defame!

[vimdicare]

That's too bad since I thought of the perfect gift for you but I suppose I'll keep it for myself!

[inhumanity]

[He drops down to sit at her side. He does not concern himself with how much space he'll be taking up away from her.] In that case, I'll also have to hide my gift from you. Hahah, but you'll still have the advantage, right? After all, a detective such as yourself should find it a simple matter to deduce what you will be getting for Christmas.

[vimdicare]

[Well since he doesn't care, she doesn't care about using his lap as a pillow.]

W-Well, it would of course be a simple matter to deduce it but even if I did, you'd change it once I knew it. So it's more fun to see what sort of idea you'll come up with.

[inhumanity]

[He rests his hands on her face. Just right on there. Annoyingly. Brother's hands all over your face poking your nose poking your cheeks probably poking your eye.]

[He sings like the obnoxious little five year old he is.] Can't give you your gift until you give me mine!

[vimdicare]

[She's going to bite his gross hands and snort on them because gross brother hands.]

You have to wait until Christmas morning! That's the Western tradition.

[inhumanity]

[He shifts his hands to grab the side of her head. No biting and snorting on them. Silly sister!] Well I don't feel like being traditionally Western. I embrace the world of the East!

So when do Easterners open presents?

[fail, chris]

[vimdicare]

[She can't help laughing.] Christmas Eve, I suppose, since that's the popular date night.

[inhumanity]

Ahah! Then we'll get them early!

[And then he uses this moment to shove her off the bed and onto the ground. Siblings! He gets to his feet.]

But this is no time for thinking of the future! Having been given the choice to do whatever I want instead of working, I can't just sit around and let my time off pass me by. Goodness, aren't you jealous of how much vacation time I have? This must be what it's like to be a Congressman.

[vimdicare]

[Erika whines at the sudden shove and shakes her head as she pushes herself off the floor.

Wait, what did he say...? She stops. Then, Erika carefully dusts off her skirt and smooths it out.]

...Shouldn't you act like a congressman, then, and pass your work to someone else?

[inhumanity]

When it comes to taking the limelight, I steal it for myself. Do you think I should go to Broadway? You can be my stagehand. Every successful Broadway star has to have someone behind the scenes to keep it all secret for them.

[Christopher goes to pick up his umbrella now. There is Hell to remember.]

[vimdicare]

[If that's the choice he's made, she can't stop him. No, it would be wrong to stop him. But she still frowns for a moment, arms crossed.]

I can't say I like theatre as much these days but you were meant for musicals. Though, shouldn't a stagehand accompany you? I can at least make the backdrops pretty.

[inhumanity]

[He spins around to put a hand on her head. He holds it there a moment, then taps her forehead.] Nope! Go back to your cat nap. We won't kill anyone today, after all.

[vimdicare]

[A strange feeling seeps down the back of her throat, cold and sticky, sinking heavy in her tiny frame. It's not 'sadness' or 'worry' because those words don't do it justice. But it runs deep and it's hard to hide it as easily as she should.

An imperfect actress shouldn't have such an important role at this moment.

Maybe that's his kindness to her, to let her sleep for now. Erika sighs and gives a nod, stretching an arm above her head and covering her mouth to yawn.]

Sounds dull. Well, I hope you have fun. Come get me if anything exciting happens! I'll be irritated if I wake up and miss something interesting.

[inhumanity]

Would I ever betray you like that? [He laughs, as if it's a joke. But in this moment, he is stepping as far from betrayal of her as he can. Christopher leans over and taps her once on the forehead. A parting gesture. A promise to come back.] If you have a nightmare about locked rooms, don't forget to keep a bomb in your dress!

[vimdicare]

[She smiles and gives a little wave.] Bombs are cheap. I can break out of any closed room without them.

[With a twirl and a low curtsy, she gracefully moves from that motion to jumping back into bed. Her frame looks smallest when she curls up and she knows it. Still, her back to him means she'll sleep like he wanted instead of worrying. If she watches him go, she'll just think longer on things.

Her mind never stops processing information. All it wants to do is tear apart every little detail and lay out the broken pieces of Christopher in front of her eyes.

But she doesn't need to see every crack to known a vase is broken.]