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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

[theguideless]

Oh– [he fidgets, re-remembering the fork hidden in a napkin, still rolled up in his hand. he unrolls it a little before offering it over.] I'm sorry. Here.

[totallytrustworthy]

Relax, love, I'm not gonna kill you for forgetting about it. [Gentle prodding and nothing more as she reaches out to take the fork. Probably a good thing she's traveled enough to have had all sorts of dishes in her lifetime.]

[theguideless]

[just a little fidgeting after-the-fact, but he sits still, watching her. that's not weird, right? dinnerbreakfast with an audience? big, yellow eyes watching with rapt attention, holding his breath.]

[totallytrustworthy]

[No, no not hard at all just some poor child's hopes and dreams hanging in the balance, held aloft via the dirtied hands of one very unreliable criminal.

She goes in for the sausage (cutting first to be sure it's cooked please be cooked oh okay good) adopting a chew quick swallow fast policy just in case it tastes horrid.

And to be fair, it's actually not bad. A little rough around the edges thanks to it being a new skill but she's not about to start gagging at least.]

Well...

[theguideless]

[without thinking, his mouth even opens and closes when she takes the bite. his eyes get big when she starts to say something.

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]


...Well?

[totallytrustworthy]

Well I've had worse. [Said as a compliment more than anything else. She can't really remember the last time she'd had a cooked meal that wasn't straight from the microwave and this might not be restaurant quality, but it's more than edible. For her, that's enough.]

[theguideless]

[he continues to stare for a beat afterward before seeming to come back to Earth.

moon. whatever.]

That's...good, right?

[totallytrustworthy]

[Chloe nods, takes another bite to prove her point.] Yeah mate, it's good.

[theguideless]

[HUGE RELIEF. and a smile, so pleased. so pleased. no casualties.]

I'm so glad! That means I really am getting better at this.

[totallytrustworthy]

It's all about practice and study, darling.[It's a decent distraction from everything else going on in her head, anyway.] And you might want to consider a touch more seasoning next time, yeah?

[theguideless]

[a few clicks off the geiger counter from practically glowing.]

Oh, of course! I'll work at it and get better, and...[trailing off, squinting. seasoning?] Uh, you mean, more butter? Or something else...

[totallytrustworthy]

...salt. Pepper? [Chloe blinks.] You know, seasoning.

[theguideless]

[..............................]

...Oh. [salt? that's for making things not get gross, he's sure. but.] Uh, I figure I'll learn that, too. [sure, lady.]

[totallytrustworthy]

Not too much though when you go to use it. Just a touch. Trust me.

[theguideless]

Oh, al-alright. [smiling again, a shade embarrassed.

a beat.]

But! But, go ahead. You can have the rest... [getting up, setting the napkin on the spot he occupied.] And...I hope that helps a little...[wincing at the eyes; man he is not the one to speak on the situation at all.]

[totallytrustworthy]

Helped more than you know. [And that she means, lifting the plate in a gesture of appreciation.] Take care, mate.

[theguideless]

[smiling and smiling, bowing a little.] I'm glad! I'm– I mean, thank you. [er, or–] Yes, you, too. Good-bye, now.

[get the frick out of the room, Marty. yes, good. there's a good kid.]