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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

[falla]

Just that you w-will think about it.

[ Charlie isn't precisely the Queen of Sharing anyway.]

Uh...we could get a room or so-something. [ Oh wait that sounds really bad. ]

Who were you s-staying with?

[hyanaimne]

[the "we" makes her glance over, surprised. She was planning on trying to get a room by herself, but . . . ]

Are you certain you want to room with a criminal?

[at the question, she shrugs] A young man whom I've not spoken with, much. He was screaming on the network for our deaths.

[falla]

[ She only needs to say so to make Charlie back off, really. ]

Eh, y-you're not so bad.

[ It's the truth, after all. ] That...d-doesn't sound good. Still, if you w-want to move out alone...

[hyanaimne]

You say that, and yet you know what my past was like. You must have a very . . . high? Standard of what is "bad".

[she sighs, letting her head thump back against the wall. Does she want to live alone? She has no idea anymore] I do not mind if you wish to join me . . .

[falla]

You k-know of my past, but you still have yet t-to know all.

[ But yes her standard for badness if pretty high.

She can't help but smile. ]

I'll look into it.

[hyanaimne]

I doubt you are secretly and vengeful murderer, Charlie.

[she says it in a tone that is a mixture of "I don't care what people think" and a little bit of a sadness - because that's what she was, and the person who was killed was someone she hated and loved. She was still not over it. She doubted she'd ever be]

Okay . . . thank you.

[falla]

But I co-cold be.

[ There's an edge there, although it's not too obvious. Sure, she's no murderer, but killing is part of who she is, be it by the way she was raised or just part of her nature. Killing for vengeance though...that would be a new one. ]

You're welcome.

[hyanaimne]

You aren't. You do not seem the type.

[there's more to it, as always. The fact that if any of her kind ever found out she'd done that, she would be exiled]

I . . . do not know where the free rooms are, though. I have never bothered looking.