(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

[smallest]

[It scared him, at first, to hear someone speaking to him so suddenly. Large, glowing eyes looked upon Phoenix. What was he saying? It did not sound as if he meant harm. At last, he listened to the words, somewhere else, and he nodded to show that he understood. This man was trying to help.

And help was something that he desperately needed. He let go of the door, only to start floating helplessly in the air again. How was he supposed to move like this?]

[aceordisgraced]

[He reaches over to grab him, grasping him by the fabric of his clothes and kicking off the wall to float to the other side where he grabs a pipe along the ceiling.]

Take hold of these and pull yourself along. It'll help. Come this way with me, okay?

[smallest]

[The missing gravity made it easy to pull Francœur along despite his size. He rasped as he watched the world move around him and the ceiling pipe moved into view.

He cautiously grabbed a pipe and he gently pulled himself further down the hall. It was as if he thought it could break at any moment and, were he at his full weight, it probably would have. He followed Phoenix without hesitation, even though he did not know where they were going.]

[aceordisgraced]

There should be somewhere people are going to stay away from all this. So it'll be safe. What's your name, by the way?

I'm Phoenix.

[smallest]

Krrrck.

[He chirped. That was not his name, but that was all he could say. Were he in any other position that did not involve climbing pipes, perhaps he would have found a way to gesture at him or at least shake Phoenix's hand. Such pleasantries would just have to wait until they were at that somewhere safe place he mentioned.]

[aceordisgraced]

... I don't think I can pronounce that. When we're settled down let's try that again. That's probably not actually your name, right?

[He grins. No big deal. And he waves at Francoeur in a gesture to "keep moving!"]

[smallest]

[Phoenix was correct and so he nodded. Regardless of his gesturing, Francœur followed him. This man was not afraid, he was helping him, and he smiled at him. It made him smile to have met such a kind man.]

[aceordisgraced]

[It won't take too long for him to find their way to safety! Opening a door, he reaches over to help Francoeur inside, sliding in after him and closing it behind him.]

Just a little ways. We might be able to find somewhere where we won't float off, too.

[smallest]

[He held onto Phoenix with one gloved hand as he helped him inside. With his other hand, he kept his hat from flying off his head. The sooner they could find a way to get their feet back on the ground, the better. Moving around was hard enough being a giant flea. He was not sure how much longer he could stay like this without colliding into someone else.]

[aceordisgraced]

[He moves slowly for him, so that he won't get caught on anything or collide with anyone.]

Aaaand, that corner over there. See? It's right between a pole attached to the ceiling so if you hold on to it you should be fine.

[smallest]

[Hat, Phoenix, and a pole. Three things, two hands. He did not want to let go of Phoenix; he could fly away. If he let go of his hat, then his hat could fly away. There was a simple solution to this: use another hand. The last two fingers of one glove became limp and he reached a black claw out from inside his coat. Once he clutched the pole with his claw, he let go of Phoenix.

He looked back. Now what? He saw the corner, but he relied heavily on Phoenix for guidance.]

[aceordisgraced]

[It must be useful being a sometimes. He nods and uses his now freed hand to nudge Francoeur into that corner, following suit and lodging himself in place with a foot on the pole and his back against the wall.]

Now, you won't float away so easily.

[smallest]

[Now in the corner, he did not have to worry about hitting anyone or anything. He tucked his claw into his coat and filled out his glove. He looked at Phoenix and copied the way he put his foot on the pole. Knowing that it was safe here, he relaxed and he looked around. His red eyes distinctly glowed in the darkness.]

[aceordisgraced]

Soooo.


I don't think what I got out of you earlier was your actual name. You got one?

[smallest]

[He nodded, which caused his hat to jump off his head. He quickly grabbed it. While he did try to say his name again, all that came out were more chirps. He knew the tablet was better at getting the message across, so he showed it to Phoenix.

Though, the tablet would have been better if it were working properly. No matter how many times he tried, the tablet only showed the fixed message from the beginning of the mutiny. He hummed sadly. Now what could he do?]

[aceordisgraced]

Aah, that's right. Our convenient network isn't very convenient right now, is it?

I've got some paper here-- can you write?

[smallest]

[Holding his hand over his hat, Francœur nodded. He could write. He reached two black claws out to Phoenix, waiting for the paper.]

[aceordisgraced]

[That's better. He's grateful for the writing ability else he'd have to make up a nickname or keep guessing until he got it right. He nods and reaches into his jacket pocket for a folded up piece of paper, handing it over to the guy.]

[smallest]

[He took the paper and began writing. And writing. Either he had an extremely long name or he was writing more than that. When he returned it to Phoenix, he had written a short poem on it.]

My name is Francœur
It means honest heart
My friend named me after
A passage in Montmartre

[aceordisgraced]

[Huh. A guy who wrote in verses. He wonders if it's something Francoeur was born with, or a skill he picked up. Either way, he raises his eyebrows and whistles a little, lowly.]

Nice to meet you, Francouer. Nice writing!