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

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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

[totallytrustworthy]

Yeah but beautiful eyes aren't going to press up against your thighs.

I hope.

[hyanaimne]

That would be a bit of a turn-off, wouldn't it.

[totallytrustworthy]

Maybe not for some but that's not anyone I'd like to meet. [Johnny's pack is stuffed near the bed, tucked neatly away beneath it. Roslyn's been lenient with them but the last thing she wants is for anyone to get the impression that they're living it up in this locked box; it stays under the bed till they want something from it.] So, what else. Second best.

[hyanaimne]

Nor I. But he can certainly put other parts down there. [this was getting really, really dirty but hell if Tempest didn't welcome this distraction] Second best?

[totallytrustworthy]

If you're not staring into those big, bright eyes: what else are you staring at? [Details, darling. Details that serve to distract on every level.]

[hyanaimne]

Well, that would depend on how he is working out at the moment.

[totallytrustworthy]

I could always wake him up if you like. Bit of on the spot entertainment.

[hyanaimne]

[she shakes her head, forcing a small smile]

No, let him sleep.

[totallytrustworthy]

Suit yourself. Personally I think you're being much too kind. [It's a joke; they all need whatever rest they can get.]

[hyanaimne]

[that's an understatement]

I am surprised me slamming my fist into the door did not wake him.

[totallytrustworthy]

Yeah about that: your hand okay? [She tugs out a bottle of water before zipping up the pack, cracking the seal and passing it off.] To take care of the headache.

[hyanaimne]

[she takes the water gratefully, taking a long sip]

It did not hurt at all.

[totallytrustworthy]

Oh come off it. That door has a dent, you can't tell me it didn't hurt.

[hyanaimne]

Well - punching anything will hurt a little bit.

[she rolls her eyes, but shifts and holds her hand out for Chloe to see]

But see? No damage done. I am not human, remember? . . . though I do not know if you knew or not. [she sighs] I've lost track of who knows . . .

[totallytrustworthy]

Right. [But the display puts her mind at ease if nothing else.] Right. Forget that sometimes.

I mean I don't know the specifics but-- you know. [Magic.]

[hyanaimne]

Half-elf. [there's your specifics. She figures Chloe won't give a damn, after everything. She brings her hand up to push her hood back so Chloe can see her ears - not as big or pointed as the other Elves, but bigger than a human's] Surprise.

[totallytrustworthy]

Oh. Look at that. [It's light. Easy. She's had a year to get used to the supernatural sort and elves have always been good to her.

Usually.] There you are.

Though I didn't know you people were more resilient than the rest of us.

[hyanaimne]

[and back up goes the hood. Dammit, Chloe]

I think it differs between worlds, to be honest.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Sorry, Tempest. It's taken a long time to get to this point.]

Suppose it does. Koltira's always been a good one though, and he was the first I ever met.

[hyanaimne]

Is he the frightening one you shot . . . ?

[frightening because of his magic, of course]

[totallytrustworthy]

That's the one, yeah. [Who looks a bit sheepish about that. Three guesses but you only need one.]

[hyanaimne]

I see . . . I suppose it is a good thing I have never met him before. That would make for an awkward first impression.

[totallytrustworthy]

Well you know. Everyone has a few in their day. [There's another pat on the thigh for good measure, Chloe's smile evening out.] C'mon sunshine. Drink up and get yourself some rest.

We'll sort this out when you wake up.

[hyanaimne]

Fainting is one I would rather not have, thank you. [she sighs, though, and takes another sip before putting the bottle down. But she pauses before she rolls over, and reaches down to pat Chloe's hand]

Thank you, Chloe. For everything.

[words are never enough, but she'd be a lot worse off if it wasn't for Chloe]