(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]

Cute that you don't think the bastard's capable of lying.

[hyanaimne]

It wasn't Jesse who told me.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Okay, that catches her off guard. She sets her pencil down, laying it along the inner seam of the book.]

Who.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest glances down for a moment, bringing up the post again. She finds the conversation in particular (involving a certain jerk in the other room), and holds it out to Chloe]

A friend of mine, who I would trust with my life, also told me as much.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Chloe scrolls through-- scoffs briefly with a very, very faint smile when she hits Charlie's end of things-- before passing it back.]

Please tell me you don't think that was justification enough for him to do what he did.

[hyanaimne]

I do not find what he did justified at all.

[she huffs and sets the tablet aside, then scoots back on the bed proper to sit against the wall]

Had he come in and told me why, however, that is entirely different. I would not have been happy about it, but I would have allowed him to take it - because I would know that it was temporary. But then again, I do not know what Steph would have liked done - if anything.

[totallytrustworthy]

Right. [It's said while her arms are folded; clearly she disagrees with that nonsense, but...]

So what's your plan, then.

[hyanaimne]

To speak with Jesse. In person, with someone he trusts with him.

[totallytrustworthy]

You can't be serious.

[hyanaimne]

I am very serious.

[totallytrustworthy]

He's not going to listen to you just because you're going to sit down and act nicely. Jesus.

[hyanaimne]

But he will listen to someone he trusts, will he not? That is why I have asked for that.

[totallytrustworthy]

You were his friend - he should have trusted you and look how well that turned out![Chloe stops, pinching briefly at the bridge of her nose to keep from aiming frustration where it absolutely doesn't belong.]

And if you're wrong, what then? What if he laughs in your face, folds his arms and then shuts down? Not as if you can do a damn thing about it.

[hyanaimne]

I am certainly not his closest friend, and those are who I have asked for, should they be interested.

[she at least has some idea as to what she's doing]

And if I am wrong, then nothing changes. If I am right, I get my magic back. I do not know how I will handle our "friendship" yet, and I refuse to think about it.

[totallytrustworthy]

Tempest you don't need to kowtow to his bullshit to get back what you deserve.

[hyanaimne]

What in the hell does "kowtow" mean?

[totallytrustworthy]

Bow down?? Honor? Pet his stupid face like he's a naive little child for what he's done?

[She's very articulate and reasonable right now.]

[hyanaimne]

I'm not going to do any of that. Please, I did not even do that for those who deserved it - what makes you think I will do that for someone who doesn't?

[totallytrustworthy]

Giving him the satisfaction of seeing your face after what he's done is doing that already.

[hyanaimne]

Do you think I am going to go in there looking as I have?

[totallytrustworthy]

Dunno, you gonna be able to keep a level head if he starts shrugging his shoulders and saying 'whatever'?

[hyanaimne]

Chloe, I am not going in there with my hopes held high. I can keep a level head when I have to.

[totallytrustworthy]

I don't doubt it but I also don't think he deserves to be coddled-- and by sitting down with his little prayer circle of friends that's precisely what you're doing. [Because Chloe might know what's a matter of pride and what isn't, but a victim sitting in for a powwow with their attacker hits too far down on the wrongness scale in her mind; she's stubborn, and protective, and god knows she doesn't understand the point.]

[hyanaimne]

Then what else am I supposed to do? [she's so tired of not knowing what to do other than what she thinks may be right. Then again, that's why she's locked in jail with the rest of them right now]

Am I to sit pretty and hope that he will have a change of heart and give my powers back? Or am I to allow someone to seek revenge for me?

[totallytrustworthy]

[The latter.]

Christ-- I don't know, Tempest. Just. Sit on it a bit longer, yeah? If his friends are so damn interested in setting things right maybe they ought to have a shot at it.

[Or, you know, give time for her to have a shot at it.]