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exsiliumlogs2013-11-16 06:11 pm
alittlesweptup) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-11-16 06:11 pm
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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Yeah... Yeah, that's right. [His voice comes out soft at first, but then he manages to grab on to some of that old Lhant will. Now isn't the time to be wallowing in self-pity, after all.]
[Looking up.] Thanks, Christopher. You said something about moving freely earlier? Well, a lot of the doors are still locked tight. If we could clear a way to the clinic from here, it'd be easier to get people access to medical supplies and healers.
...It might not be a bad idea to set up relief stations around the base, either. Then people wouldn't have to travel so far and risk getting caught up in the fighting. [Asbel spreads his hands - one of them, anyway, since he's still holding the kit in the other.] We could even have people deliver goods from these relief stations.
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Heads or tails?
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Come on. Now really isn't the time for flipping coins...
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Fine. If that's how you want it, then I pick heads.
I don't know what all this is about, Christopher, but we need to get going. The other Transports could be in real danger right now.
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Tails.]
Tails is for setting up stations. I'll do that part of it. You can clear the pathway, can't you?
[Unless Asbel has trouble getting through doors, that is.]
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He knew he should have chosen tails.]Well, that's just it. Most of the doors are powered, right? By a system that's been taken down?
I tried forcing one open earlier and it wouldn't budge.
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[Brilliance. Right here.]
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The vents... [Asbel frowns again, then tilts his head back to study the ceiling. It's not really telling him too much.]
Do they all connect to one another throughout the base? [He's never had any reason to use them before, knows nothing of their layout or if they could even support someone's weight. Would most people even fit?]
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[All right then, vents. He's taking you guys on!]
I'll start on the signs.