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

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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

So much Loki

[badnewsboy]

[young and short. short enough to be shorter than her, for a godling. and he can't seem to keep still. he paces a bit before settling, sitting cross-legged on the floor and flexing his feet. he seems enthusiastic enough, if not somewhat curious, but there's definitely something about his face that paints him as "trouble."]

Aye, and such had sparked such a coup, I take it. Usually there's a lot more yelling. Yelling at everyone, in fact, usually there's so much yelling that no one can hear the unfortunate fellows around them.

Though I take it that the problems that had arisen were beyond the realm of listening at the point that they were.

[totallytrustworthy]

We saw the meetings. We saw everyone talking about what ought to be done. And we saw it lead nowhere. [Her voice drops at the last bit: something less livid, more reasonable.]

Some problems you just can't fix with pretty words.

[badnewsboy]

[she definitely has his complete attention. there's nothing about him that seems to be mocking her, in fact, he seems to be serious to his word. he really wants to know her thoughts. he leans forward a bit, arms hanging over his knees.]

What did they say ought to be?

[totallytrustworthy]

[Chloe scoffs, cracks a somewhat bitter smile.] Honestly? Nearly the same thing we were selling. Proactive behavior, a plan to get back to earth-- that sort of thing.

Less long term goals, though. Less thought of what led us here or where the blame for it lies.

[badnewsboy]

[there's a look of thought on his face as he draws back to mull it over.]

You mean the Initiative's plans at once mirrored your own.

[though he says that mostly for himself.

he brings his knees up, his arms still resting over them, he puts his chin there.]

I heard of the tragedy that had happened before the arrival here. That's the blame you speak of?

[totallytrustworthy]

Not just that. Everything before it.

Botched trips to the past that led to exiles getting mauled by monsters in the streets, bombings and hasty decisions that destroyed someone's entire homeworld-- there was nothing left for them to return to. There never will be again.

Those are the sort of decisions the Initiative can't be allowed to repeat once we go back, and unless we demand some equal footing it won't happen again. [And it can't be done from here, but that's an argument she doesn't want forgotten once they get back. If they get back.]

[badnewsboy]

[she doesn't lose any of his attention, which is odd for someone who's usually so fidgety. it wasn't just about equality, it was about change. something that resonating with him on another level, even if the product of such change lead them straight into chaos.]

It's much like biting off your nose to spite your face.

[it's said mostly to himself before he looks up again from a look of contemplation, his voice gets lower.]

Aye, you're right. There are decisions they can't be allowed to repeat, or ones that will obviously lead people to some kind of terrible dying and/or possibly violent and bloody circumstance.

[totallytrustworthy]

Right. And that message is one that's being swept under the rug with every bit of misinformed nonsense that's up on the net. [One hand at her hip, the other scrubbing tiredly at her face, Chloe's not entirely sure why she's pressing the importance of this to a teenage boy, but...well, he did ask. Genuinely at that.

Able to help or not, he deserves to know their side of things just as much as anyone else.]

[badnewsboy]

[Loki knew as well as anyone else that sometimes people needed someone to talk to, especially when their ideals were thwarted and they were locked up. he had almost been locked up before on that sort of revolutionary note. it wasn't very fun.

this had turned into a pleasant conspiracy.]

There was no other way?

[totallytrustworthy]

People have tried talking already. I was almost willing to buy into the idea that it'd be the right path to take, but then we were attacked by space zombies. [Chloe folds her arms, waits a beat to let that sink in.] Space zombies. The Initiative sent us here, chose to fly a spaceship-- that the United Earth knows we have-- to a base that was nearly done in by zombies, barely functions, and I don't know about you mate, but if I knew someone stole my rocket the first place I'd be double checking is where rockets go.

When everyone's so willing to apologize for the circumstances that brought us here, when they'd rather threaten to throw us out the airlock for questioning it, I start to think talking isn't going to do the trick.

[badnewsboy]

Er, I didn't exactly mean talking, you see. There's more nefarious ways then just talking and very possibly staging a very detailed and well-planned coup that manages to get you right where you are right now.

[that certainly got her emotions heated quickly. his voice gets a little lower again.]

I mean the other kind of negotiations. The ones where they have little room to refuse.

[that's what he was good at. rhetoric, blackmail, emotional manipulation. definitely his territory.]

[totallytrustworthy]

...[Okay, so not what she'd expected to hear from you kid. Considering her profession though, it's not at all an odd subject.] More than once.

[badnewsboy]

[definitely not a normal kid, no. definitely not.

he looks a bit put out.]

Damn.

[totallytrustworthy]

And why exactly does this news bother you?

[badnewsboy]

It means that we'll have to be infinitely more creative.

[there's a pause, and then he "erks" just a little.]

I mean ... you're not giving up, I take it. It would be quite nice if such things could end without any of that violence business that's so terrible. Only second to murder business. Both of those are awful.

[he really didn't like people dying.]

[totallytrustworthy]

['we'll'. She doesn't repeated out loud but god if the look she gives him doesn't appropriately convey her surprise.

By the end of this thing they'll have a whole bloody army of children, good god.]

No. I don't plan on giving up. Not after all we've been through.

[badnewsboy]

[well, you know, Loki. that's it. Loki.

he's looking over his shoulder to see if they're being eavesdropped on, and then he turns back to her.]

That would be quite disappointing, if you did. Perhaps some sort of not-dying solution, when it comes to it, there needs to be something. If we're to stay here beneath their whim, we should at least be offered so much satisfaction.

[an idealist in the middle of a war. well, Loki.]

[totallytrustworthy]

[Oh, Loki.] Look, I know you're trying to help here, mate, but right now the only choice we have is to wait for trial.

[badnewsboy]

I suppose a pre-planned break of dungeon would only end in the unfortunate no-where-to-run line.

[totallytrustworthy]

And the inevitable 'they'll do it again kill them off now while we've got them cornered'. [It's mild when she says it-- Chloe even manages a sly little grin when she glances his way.]

[badnewsboy]

No where to run, no where to hide and depressing dialogue! What terrible circumstances for a Midgardian moving film.

[he's getting to his feet again.]

If it's any consolation, I agree with you. Perhaps not the way that your grievances were displayed, but ... I've only been here for so long, and it's not so difficult to see what's been done. Space is very cool, but forceable removal followed by a sympathetic story results in nothing but what the mortals call the Syndrome of Stockholm.

[totallytrustworthy]

On a massive scale, yeah. It is. Particularly when most transports don't remember the worst of what the Initiative's done to us-- or forced us to do.

Trying to tell the story of it never really does enough to get the point across. [Chloe shrugs, tucking her fingers down low in her pockets.]