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

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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Tempest-- [She's on her feet the second that punch sinks down into metal, and for the moment-- tossing out all thoughts of propriety and respect for personal space-- Chloe's hands are tight (almost too much) around Tempest's arm. Her shoulder. Digging in through fabric.

Dear god if she's broken her hand from that mess.] Hey, easy. Easy, sunshine. [The words are sincere, clipped from concern and nothing else this time around.]

[the farthest she gets is pulling her arm free (for such a skinny thing she's deceptively strong) before her knees give out and she just crashes to the floor to sit. She presses the same hand she punched the door with to her face - whether or not its damaged is hard to tell, but she wouldn't care even if it was broken]

[Jesus Christ. It's distressing right down to the core watching her fold in on herself like she's made of paper-- like she's fragile enough to shatter if Chloe's not careful when she drops down to kneel beside her, fingers catching in her hair as Chloe's arm locks in protectively over her back. She hasn't got a clue what's wrong, which means she hasn't got the sort of handholds required to even begin calming Tempest down.

It doesn't stop her from staying right where she is.]

Listen to me, darling, it's gonna be okay.

Edited 2013-11-22 04:08 (UTC)

[she's been betrayed before, but this is something different. This is something she has no past experience on how to handle. She's angry, and she's upset, and all she wants to do is break something, and she can't seem to settle on which emotion wins out. She's shaking with it, and finally the feeling of being betrayed wins out and she starts crying. Quietly, at least, but all the same]

[And Chloe lets her. Doesn't make any attempt to stopper it while she's venting whatever it is that's clawing away at her insides. Theories-- more like names or brief fractions of circumstances-- run through the back of her head like snapshots on a slideshow. Half formed glimpses of stories too quickly passed up to be explored.

It's only when Tempest's grief starts to slow that she leans in, tucking a few wayward strands of hair behind Tempest's ear with her free hand.] Come on, sunshine. Deep breaths - I've got you.

Tell me what happened.

[by the time she's done, she's even more exhausted than she's been. She leans on Chloe, not out of any particular want, but because otherwise she may just slump over]

He took my magic.

[it's quiet, and as soon as its out she regrets saying it for all that it sounds utterly pathetic. Who has a breakdown over that? But it's so much more than just that. After everything she's been through in her life, it was the one thing she was sure she would always have. And just like that, it was taken. She reaches up to rub at her face, angrily, her voice strengthening a little]

He had no right.

--what?? [There's something harsh about the way she says it. Low and dangerous and hard enough to cut. Who the hell is "he"? And why would they let him?? Chloe catches Tempest's weight against her own shoulder, heartbeat thudding up in her throat.]

Who. [It's not a question, it's a demand.]

[she can't help but wince, as if she's the one who's guilty of something. She shakes her head, faintly]

Jesse. [her voice is muffled as she rubs at her face again] They arrested him for it.

[There's a knife in her back pocket. There's a knife in her back pocket meant for self defense that she'd like nothing more than to have pressed up against the soft, vulnerable skin of Jesse's throat because Tempest's powers are clearly still gone-- and she's done nothing to warrant it, harmed no one with it. The only crime she committed was assisting them with defensive spellwork and having a god damn opinion.

She has to work her jaw to force herself not to say something she'll regret. Something that won't prove useful for the woman suffering in her arms.]

That son of a bitch wasn't forced to give them back??

How could they force him?

[you can't force anyone to do anything if they don't want to. Tempest knew that first-hand, for a number of reasons] If he does not want to, he won't.

Bullshit. [She's a bloody criminal: she knows there are more than enough ways for anyone that's willing to do more than just ask nicely. But it's the wrong topic to pursue, and it's the wrong time for it, so Chloe lets go-- fixes her attention on Tempest instead-- loosening her grip enough for the both of them to find time to breathe.]

Listen carefully to me, okay: I'm not gonna let him. If he doesn't want to that's fine but he's not the only one with a few tricks up his sleeve, yeah?

And we've still got friends on the outside.

[she takes a deep breath and finally looks up at Chloe - and winces, because damn she looks angry]

He was a friend. [which is why it upsets her so much] And there is not much else we can do if we are in here, yes? They said he - assaulted me? I do not understand most of the rubbish they were saying.

[The wince prompts a quick react: Chloe forces her expression to reset, features evening out aside from a sharp crease in her brow.]

Yeah he damn well did. [Okay maybe her tone needs a second or two to even out as well. Give her a moment-- there we go.] He didn't just steal from you, he tore something from you. I don't even do magic and I know the god damn difference.

It's not right.

[it's a complete reverse of how she usually is; rather than the confident, young woman, instead she's just a scared girl who's lost as to how to handle any of this. She can't help but think that this is her fault, for letting people get to her - making her care about them. It was so much easier when she didn't give a damn about anyone, herself included.

A shaky hand lifts to run through her own hair, clenching there briefly]

It . . . it isn't. [deep breath. She's calmer now, she can pull herself together] I cannot feel a damn bit of magic, either - that went with it, I suppose. [she tries to laugh, and it's a pathetic, shaky little thing] I don't like it.

[Chloe leans in a touch closer, finding her center of balance enough to press (arms still at either side of Tempest's back) for the both of them to rise to their feet.]

I know, sunshine. I know. You're okay though, all right? We're just gonna move to the bunk. Few steps - nothing more.

[a hand moves out to brace against the wall as Chloe pulls them to their feet, and even if she doesn't weigh much, she still tries not to depend too much on Chloe to get up; god damn, but now she really feels pathetic. All her energy into a punch that only dented the door. She'd been hoping to break the damn thing]

You are asking a lot right now, dear . . . [her tone is light, but forced. But, she takes that first step towards the bunks]

Don't I know it. [Because she'd be a wreck if it were her-- if she'd lost one of her senses-- if she'd lost it because of someone that she trusted tearing it from her. Chloe does more than her share to carry Tempest's weight, though, at least for the few steps that it takes to reach her own lower bunk. After that (plus one non-patronizing 'nothing to it') Tempest has a better place to settle in.]

Here. [It's not much, and it's no substitute for some proper tissues, but Chloe tugs the kerchief from her wrist and offers it up for Tempest to use.] Better than ruining your clothes, yeah.

[she stays sitting for all of two seconds before she just lays down, drawing legs up onto the bunk to curl up. She wants nothing more to just sleep, now - maybe this is all a bad, bad dream and she'll wake up later and it didn't happen.

She glances up at the offered kerchief, but takes it. She could care less about her clothes, but Chloe is trying. She forces a small smile] Thank you.

[And she sits quietly for a beat, watching carefully because god knows what that sort of thing does to someone that's suffered this deep a loss. It's not till she's had time to mentally sort out the details that she goes in to ask:]

Do you still feel ill?

Edited (Phoneee) 2013-11-22 20:29 (UTC)

[how can such a simple question be so loaded? Tempest shrugs a shoulder, fingers fiddling with the kerchief in her hands. Something to focus on, instead of the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her head]

Mm. Worse than before, I think. Not from what was done, though . . .

Worse. How much? [There's no panic in her voice when she asks, but Tempest looks undeniably wilted. Mentally she calculates the distance and time it would take for her to reach her tablet.]

Do I need to call someone in for you?

[ugh no god. She reaches up to tug her hood down as much as she can, then curls her arms over her head]

My head is killing me from crying. [though the second question makes her laugh, a bitter sound] There is no one to call.

[Chloe's hand falls to Tempest's lower thigh-- just above the knee, pressure light as anything-- it's mild contact at best, but it's all that can be done to underline the fact that she isn't alone.

Shared grief through sympathy if nothing else.]

Only because the people you need with you are all in here. [She says it gently, plays it out like a dismissive joke, but to Chloe it's the truth. Tempest doesn't need anyone other than the few who don't try to pressure her to be anything other than who she is. What she is.]

Aside from that I'll dial in for a few pain meds and you'll feel better in no time.

Edited 2013-11-23 02:19 (UTC)

[she knows what Chloe means, and she appreciates it. But it still hurts, there's no one beyond that - maybe one or two people, but she wouldn't want to drag them into this anyway. Especially this. Everyone else . . . she had no idea. She didn't want to think about it. Even though back as this was starting, she knew she was possibly cutting ties with anyone who wasn't involved.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She can reign herself in - she has to]

Okay . . . thank you, Chloe.

No worries, darling. [And there's a gentle pat on the thigh for it too, one reassuring smile.] Keep the bunk for now, I was planning on sweating for a few hours anyway.

Still too much of the obvious about.

wow why???????????

sharing the pain :c

n o o o

c r y i n g f o r e v e r

crying with jfc

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shh no one saw that surprise cameo

aww and here I thought Tempest had just transformed into a beautiful....Mike

here he issss beautiful Miiiiike

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