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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

[hyanaimne]

[she jerks her head up at that and frowns. As she talks, it's safe to say that she isn't upset - no, she's pissed]

I could give a damn about what the bloody authority thinks right now! If I made a mistake, someone should have told me. So that I could have handled it like an adult and sent a bloody apology to Steph! But instead, some a stupid, fucking idiot decided to take things into his own hands and try to do the right thing - and he bloody well screwed it up by not saying why!

[werewolfing]

And now you know. So unfuck it. You always talk about shit like there's nothing to do if you can't undo it. You throw out your clothes when you rip a hole in the knees, too? Maybe if you're stupid rich. The rest of us patch that shit.

[true to the statement, peter's jeans have patches across both knees.]

[hyanaimne]

I plan to patch it.

[nope, she was done. Too many people were jumping into this to tear at each others throats over something that wasn't any of their business in the first place] Because if one more person involves themselves in this mess I am going to break out of this damn place and kick all their stupid asses!

[and then come back and sit in the broken makeshift cell just to give a big fuck you to the authority. That's how pissed off she is]

[werewolfing]

Yeah, you're motherfucking welcome.

[hyanaimne]

[ugh]

Yes, thank you. I am sorry - this is just incredibly frustrating.

[werewolfing]

And here I thought we were all having a great time.

[hyanaimne]

Oh, yes, the last few days have been absolutely splendid.

[werewolfing]

One hundred goddamn percent.

[he stands up, leaning in the direction of the doorway. he doesn't want to do this. he doesn't know why he did this, what the point was at all.]

[hyanaimne]

[she can tell. She knows she's being a bitch, and she doesn't mean to take it out on Peter, who didn't even have to come here and tell her. She forces herself to her feet]

Before you leave.

[werewolfing]

Yeah?

[his hands are shoved in his pockets again when he turns to look at her, shoulders hunched, but this time it's a defensive posture, not a sad one.]

[hyanaimne]

[she takes a deep breath, like she's steeling herself to move from the wall. And she does, albeit slowly, to walk over to Peter. She eyes his stance, and then—no. Screw it.

She just pulls him into a light hug. Light enough that he could very easily break it if he wanted to]

Thank you.

[werewolfing]

[not what he was expecting. the very opposite of what he was expecting, really. for a moment he tenses like an animal in a snare, surprised at the gesture and the sudden shocking ache of how much he misses his mother and letha and even destiny, who all have a way of just getting up in his space even when he didn't realize he needed or wanted his space gotten into.

he blows out a breath and lets his chin hit her shoulder, wraps his arms around her and doesn't say a damn thing.]

[hyanaimne]

[she'd rid herself of her boots the previous day, to curl up better in bed and not move until visitors came or she actually had to move, so she's not as tall as she usually is next to him. But that just means she has to lean up a little to tighten the hug, and to press her face into his shoulder and try to get across everything she really would like to say in action alone]

[werewolfing]

[he's kind of mad at himself for how much better it makes him feel to be acknowledged and comforted in some way, but it's there and it's real and he's just going to have to deal with it. just one more thing he can't deny anymore.

one of his hands comes up and cradles the back of her head, smoothes her hair down.]

Yeah, I know. It's okay.

[the hugging, the being angry, the taking it out on him, the fact that he's apparently getting involved in a knot of madness for reasons he still doesn't want to think through, the despair she's feeling about everything being completely fucked up. it's all okay.]

[hyanaimne]

[she can't agree that it's okay; there's things that still have to be fixed, between so many people, she has other people to yell at for their well-meaning jackassery, patches to mend, and that isn't even taking into consideration the ramifications that come with being apart of the mutiny in the first place.

But right now, this is okay. She just hums in vague agreement and doesn't move]

[werewolfing]

[peter's version of 'okay' in this case is mostly that things are more or less okay between them, and that other things have become patchable, that they might not be swinging wildly and ever-further out of control anymore.

it's a really loose definition. of course, he's also almost extricated himself from the worst of it, which might have something to do with the okay.

he wants to keep holding on, to pretend that things are more than tenuously okay, and that's why he pulls back after another dozen heartbeats. both of his hands rest on her shoulders for a minute, and he gives them a light squeeze before taking a step toward the door.]

I'll see you later, all right?

[hyanaimne]

[she wants to ask him to stay, but at the same time she wouldn't dare, especially after what he'd told her in the beginning of this visit. She couldn't ask that of anyone, to force themselves to stay here any longer than they wanted to; it wasn't fair to them, and she didn't feel as if she had the right anyway, no matter who they are.

She steps back once he lets go, hands falling to hide underneath her cloak and wring at the material]

Mm. Until then, Peter.

[werewolfing]

[he's glad she doesn't ask, because it's too much. he needs to get out of this for awhile before it all chokes him and he bolts. because he could just lift his middle finger to all of it, but there's no real way to leave, no way to cut ties and start fresh. he can back away, though, put it aside for a little while so that the collar loosens and he feels like he can breathe.

he needs to do this.

all the same, peter feels the smallest stab of guilt as he nods and slips out the door, leaving tempest alone in her cage with only herself and this piece of the puzzle he's given her.]