(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

[badnewsboy]

I suppose a pre-planned break of dungeon would only end in the unfortunate no-where-to-run line.

[totallytrustworthy]

And the inevitable 'they'll do it again kill them off now while we've got them cornered'. [It's mild when she says it-- Chloe even manages a sly little grin when she glances his way.]

[badnewsboy]

No where to run, no where to hide and depressing dialogue! What terrible circumstances for a Midgardian moving film.

[he's getting to his feet again.]

If it's any consolation, I agree with you. Perhaps not the way that your grievances were displayed, but ... I've only been here for so long, and it's not so difficult to see what's been done. Space is very cool, but forceable removal followed by a sympathetic story results in nothing but what the mortals call the Syndrome of Stockholm.

[totallytrustworthy]

On a massive scale, yeah. It is. Particularly when most transports don't remember the worst of what the Initiative's done to us-- or forced us to do.

Trying to tell the story of it never really does enough to get the point across. [Chloe shrugs, tucking her fingers down low in her pockets.]