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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! ]

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[hyanaimne]

[aha. She was making a joke, but this is better. She doesn't like beating around the bush, but rather people being straight-forward with her]

About? What I have done?

[badnewsboy]

[Loki takes a seat on the floor, crossing his legs at the ankle like he was settling for a long story.]

Aye, about what you've done. Such things take planning. So much planning, in fact, I believe that it was planned well before I arrived, eh? There are many with varying opinions, but sometimes the people who want to change things aren't heard.

I would be a very poor god of change if I didn't, at least.

[hyanaimne]

[wait, wait, hold up]

You are a god?

[badnewsboy]

Loki of Asgard, realm eternal. Home to the gods of the north. It's not very "north" right now, but it doesn't necessarily matter!

[and he was no longer among their numbers for a different reason, but that was another story entirely.]

So, yeah, I'm a god. Loki.

I'm so sorry

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest leans forward a bit to peer at him, then leans back and raises both eyebrows]

You are rather tiny for a god.

That's okay I'm sure he got this a lot

[badnewsboy]

Hey! Just because I'm small doesn't mean I'm not a god!

[his cheeks puff out just a bit in protest.]

Why doesn't anyone ever believe me?

[either they believed him and knew of his reputation, or he was disregarded. was there no middle ground? odin's bones.]

[hyanaimne]

I never said I did not believe you, I am just pointing out a fact.

[here it is, here's your middle ground]

[badnewsboy]

[small victories!! no pun intended.]

Yes, I am quite short in stature, but I've more than enough character. Loki!

[then there are some jazz hands.]

[hyanaimne]

Yes, I know your name. [she's laughing, though, god dammit (no pun intended again)] But I've no idea who you are beyond the times we've spoken.

[badnewsboy]

[well, laughing is okay. better then the alternative, right? he could be a good visitor, really.]

Well, that's good, then you've no preconceptions of me. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, eh? I can be rather famous, but it gets a bit complicated. [he waves his hand absently.] There's explosions and all kinds of things.

[hyanaimne]

Oh, dear. You must tell me about the explosions, at least.

[she's only half-serious] Though one must wonder, why a god would care about such things.

[badnewsboy]

[he sits up a bit straighter, a little more serious.]

Of which things would those be?

[hyanaimne]

What us mortals think of you, of course.

[badnewsboy]

Some may say that. There are some gods, who will remain nameless, that are entirely too distracted with the dos and don'ts of divinity that they manage to catch themselves up in all kinds of boring things.

[he waves a hand, looking pleased.]

We should all live together, shouldn't we? Mortals are mortals and gods are gods and that's about it. It doesn't mean that we all can't have fantastic friendships.

[hyanaimne]

[that was very after-school special of you, Loki. Tempest can't help but grin, though - it was cute, that he thought like that]

I suppose it does not.

[badnewsboy]

[HE IS FOURTEEN.]

And I'm here now! If this is to be my home, I should know of it.

[hyanaimne]

There is not much to know, at least up here, dear. [she shrugs a shoulder] When we are on land again, then maybe.

[badnewsboy]

[there's a pause for a moment before he speaks.]

All well-intentions extended, I don't think you'd be here if there wasn't.

[hyanaimne]

Aside from that, I meant.

[she sighs, sitting up a little straighter. She couldn't avoid the topic any longer, huh]

[badnewsboy]

You said you weren't a fan.

[hyanaimne]

I'm not. Half of the reasoning behind that is rather personal, and something I do not like to speak of. The other, though . . . I do not like how they handle things. And I do not like that we, the ones fighting for them, do not get a say in what goes on here.

[badnewsboy]

It almost seems that we're much akin to somewhat expendable, despite our preverbal worth.

[he turns his head, looking a bit put-out. out of the fire and back into the frying pan. there were some things in Loki's life that would certainly never change.]

What would you like us to have a say in? Keep in mind that saying "everything" is rather broad!

[hyanaimne]

Expendable and, at a point, able to be revived. But the technology that allows that is not in effect up here.

[she huffs quietly] I do not want a say in everything - that would be rather idealistic, would it not? But the things that matter - these - missions to the UE, these times where we are either forced to hide or stand up in fight. Those are the times I think of. Where it should not simply be an order, but a decision agreed upon by all parties.

[badnewsboy]

[he's listening intently, careful on what he chooses to expand on.]

It seems that they've forgotten the most basic conditioning of demanding aid.

[of course, in some ways, the Initiative had saved him. not in ways that he was really wishing to express yet, but the moon thing was cool, and going back to Asgard was so far out of the question that it left a wide pit in his stomach that he wasn't left willing to deal with yet.]

You wish for them to listen.

[hyanaimne]

They have. Absolutely.

[she has to wonder, if people really did get the true reason behind the mutiny, other than causing a few inconveniences and demanding this and that. She leans forward a bit, with a tiny grin]

Of course. And they have, yes? It is a start. Now we simply have to wait for the response. [she pauses, then with a touch of humor] Excluding the responses calling for our deaths and such, I mean.