(openish | prison log) lock our eyes on distant horizons

[boughtabookstore]

Date & Time: Nov. 19th - ??? at least several days, tbd
Location: Empty housing in the West Wing.
Characters: Arrested mutineers & visitors (potentially YOU)
Summary: Everyone locked up some mutineers so now they're slightly stuck in place.
Warnings: there will probably be discussion of violence and death, will add if necessary.

[ Mutineers have been put in some of the empty rooms in the West Wing, one guard at a time on the hallway and the doors only able to be opened from the outside for now. Roslyn and whoever else she can get to volunteer are rotating guard duty.

They have been set four to a room for the moment.

Cell 1: Charlie, Connor, Max, and very briefly Sev
Cell 2: Chloe, Marie, Tempest, Bond
Cell 3: Sev (after not long at all)
Cell 4: Jesse (after taking Tempest's powers)

Visitors are allowed, but please note that anyone who had at any point been advocating violence against the mutineers in a place where Roslyn is likely to have seen it will absolutely not be allowed near them. Visits will be supervised and in a separate room from the cells for the sake of privacy, with the door open and a guard within easy eyesight  and earshot of any raised voices. 

Mutineers will start without access to their tablets but will regain access within approximately a day to two days. However! These tablets will be temporarily unable to encrypt messages. Private messages to personal inboxes are still accessible but on the network itself all their interaction must be public.

Guards on Duty: Roslyn, Riku, Raiden, Wesley Mitchell, Travis Marks, Seras Victoria, Caspian. Working on 6 hour rotations, so each guard is on approximately once every 1 1/2 days.

If you have any questions about confinement etc just let me know! ]

Comments

[taggingwomprats]

Hey. It's me.

[He lifts his hands and spreads them in a little shrug.

Cocky little shit.]

[totallytrustworthy]

That's what I'm worried about. [Christ, he's as bad as Nate.]

[taggingwomprats]

Come on, what's the worst that could happen?

[You know, besides dismemberment.]

[totallytrustworthy]

Oh I dunno, dying? Dying seems like a pretty big one.

[taggingwomprats]

I'm not going to die.

[Psh. He's clearly invincible.]

Besides, it's probably all talk. And if it isn't - well, someone has to protect you guys.

[totallytrustworthy]

And you could let it be someone else. [And there it is. The old Chloe creeping right back in over all the selflessness they'd built up.

Or at least tried to.]

[taggingwomprats]

I couldn't do that.

[Luke blinks, looking genuinely surprised.]

I'd feel terrible about not giving you guys a hand when you needed it.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Chloe stops, pinches the bridge of her nose and exhales hard against the palm of her hand. He's right.] No. No, I know you couldn't. Sorry I just--

It's been a long bloody week.

[taggingwomprats]

Yeah. I know.

[He lets out a long, slow sigh.]

Don't worry about it. Just - try not to go crazy in here, alright?

[totallytrustworthy]

Well I might die of boredom but it's not like I'm about to go off the deep end just yet. [When she glances back up she's forced a reset: Easy smile, easier jokes.] Just wish they had some proper bars lining the walls so I could just flash something and cheat my way out.

[taggingwomprats]

Yeah. Prisons are easier to deal with when you don't like the people keeping you in jail.

[And that's as close Luke gets to admitting he's been in prison.]

[totallytrustworthy]

[Luke you're such a fire starter. ]

Yeah well right now I'm liking them less and less. [Through no real fault of their own, seeing as how most of them are trying to do the right thing, and maybe if not for the persistent frustration from just about everything fracturing under their heels she'd be able to acknowledge that. On some level at least.]

[taggingwomprats]

They're just doing what they think is necessary.

[For now. Luke would bust them out if he thought that everything was going to go pear-shaped.]

You'll be out of here in no time, I'm sure.

[totallytrustworthy]

Maybe. [To both, really. She doesn't doubt it-- okay, yes she does. But she doesn't doubt him.]

Just promise me you won't do anything stupid, okay.

[taggingwomprats]

I won't do anything stupid.

[He raises his hands with a laugh.]

I'll just work on... fixing things that got broken.

[totallytrustworthy]

Can't imagine anyone would mind the help. [She wants to ask him if he thought it was worth it. If he felt like they managed enough to not make this entire thing a massive waste of time. With a guard at the door, though, Chloe just presses out a forced smile, tucking her fingers down into her pockets.]

Seriously though, I've got one more favor to ask before you shove off.

[taggingwomprats]

Sure.

[Luke cocks his head curiously.]

What's on your mind?

[totallytrustworthy]

Don't come back here again.

[Too outspoken on the network, too quick to stand beside them: Luke's painting a target right on his chest, and the more he's seen in their company the more likely he is to wind up stuck in with them.

Or worse.]

[taggingwomprats]

...what?

[He stares at her, not sure if he heard her right the first time.]

You're kidding, right?

[totallytrustworthy]

No, Luke. I'm not.

[taggingwomprats]

I'm not going to do that!

[He sounds offended at the thought.]

[totallytrustworthy]

[And she sounds offended by that refusal. This is for your own good, Luke, just accept it!]

How long do you think it's going to take for someone to-- [There's no way to have this conversation with the door open and a guard stationed right outside. There's just not.

She flattens her lips, huffs out a hot, impatient breath.] I know we're friends, okay. But right now that's a liability.

[taggingwomprats]

Fine.

[He doesn't sound happy about it. He doesn't like running out on friends, whether it's sensible or not. He sounds a bit wounded, really.]

Good luck.

[Yeah, that was a bit stiffer than usual. He's probably going to go sulk.]

[totallytrustworthy]

[It stings, but it's also for the best. If he turned up dead because of them--

She nods, digs her thumb into the flat of her opposite palm.]

You too.