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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

[freezerburned]

Good.

[Isaac is going to stand up and move to hug her in that case, pulling her close to him with a little sigh.]

How are you holding up?

[hyanaimne]

[she reaches up to hug him back tightly, pressing her face into his shoulder. All of these hugs and comfort that she has no idea how to deal with when they're offered]

'M okay . . .

[freezerburned]

I know. Here.

[While they're hugging, Isaac slips a chocolate bar out of the pocket of his cardigan and tucks it into the hem of her pants, totally subtly, before his fingers ruffle in her hair and he pulls away.]

You've got this. Just hold on, okay?

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest doesn't let go at first when he pulls away; she hugs him tighter, briefly, and then lets him move away, her hands falling to her sides. She gives him a watery smile]

Quite the difference from that fight in the hallway, hm? [a joke at her own expense] I will do my best.

[freezerburned]

Good.

[He nods, slipping his hands into his pockets.]

In the meantime, I'll make him give your power back. Don't worry about that.

[hyanaimne]

Make him—no.

[she pushes herself to her feet, bracing a hand on the table] Isaac, you do not have to do that.

[freezerburned]

It's fine.

[He offers her a grin.]

You can thank me later, alright?

[hyanaimne]

It is not fine!

[she reaches for his sleeve, grasping it tightly] Please, listen to me. Do not do anything - do you want to end up locked up in here with the rest of us?

[freezerburned]

Tempest- hey.

[Isaac steps in when she grabs his sleeve, a little surprised at the reaction.]

I'm not going to do anything stupid. I promise.

[hyanaimne]

[she tugs him even closer, like she's afraid that if she lets go, Isaac really will go off and do something ridiculous]

Then - promise me you will stay out of this. That you will not do anything to Jesse. Please.

[freezerburned]

[There's a pause, and Isaac doesn't quite resist, but he's not folding into her like he had before.]

I can't promise you that.

[hyanaimne]

I do not want you to get hurt again!

[she surprises herself with her outburst, before she steels herself and tugs on his shirt - not closer or further, but as if she is using it to make a point]

You have to. Do you understand what will happen? Things are already a bloody mess. I have been yelling at people on and off all day who are trying to do what they think is the right thing and they are just making things worse.

Jesse is not - he is not okay, Isaac, and if you go near him who knows what will happen. What if he takes your lycanthropy? Is that something you are willing to risk?

[freezerburned]

Tempest- keep it down, they'll hear you.

[Isaac glances back toward the door, his hand coming up to tighten around her wrist.]

It's fine. It's fine. [A deep breath.] I'll take your pain again, okay?

[hyanaimne]

You - no, you do not have to do that you stupid—

[fuck, she's going to cry. She really is. She reaches up with her free hand and tugs the stupid, stupid tall idiot down into a desperate hug. Her voice is muffled against his shoulder]

You will only add to my pain if you do that. You understand that, right?

[freezerburned]

[He hugs her when she pulls him in, his brows furrowed a little in confusion.]

Tempest... [Isaac's voice is soft when he pulls back, and he lets his fingers tilt her head up so she can look at him. There's a conviction in his eyes, deadly serious, and not the faintest bit scared.] When I took the bite, I did it so that nobody would hurt me again. But- after I met Scott, he showed me that it's better to use your power to help someone else. This is both. I'm not going to let Jesse and his power scare me into doing nothing, and I'm not going to sit here when I could make him give yours back to you.

[hyanaimne]

[she resists a little at first before she looks up at him. She's an absolute wreck, and it shows]

I know . . . trust me, were I in your position, I would want to do the same thing. But it is not the right thing to do, no matter how much you think it would help. People have threatened him, he has been made into a target, and - what good will that do? He is not well.

I just - please. [it's a weak, pleading tone, low enough that it's only between them] Please don't do anything. I honestly - I cannot take much more of this.

[freezerburned]

[Isaac shakes his head, not really able to make eye contact. He looks off toward one of the walls, his jaw set tight.]

He wanted to take my lycanthropy once, did you know that? Swore to me he'd give it back- what would have happened if I'd trusted him? I'd be where you are now. [And that scares him, probably more than it should.] This is more for me than it is you. I promise.

[hyanaimne]

I . . . I know, Isaac. I understand.

[she thunks her head against his shoulder, suddenly tired] It does not matter who it is for, though; it will still have consequences that will effect everyone. Look at what happened to me - and look at how many people are absolutely livid at Jesse. It does not affect just affect Jesse, it affects me and it affects Steph.

I do not want you to end up hurt, or locked up, or - or like me.

[freezerburned]

[Isaac just rubs at her back slowly until he pulls back, the wry little smile still quirking at his lips.]

It'll be okay. Trust me.

[hyanaimne]

[he's going to do something. he's going to do something and she can't do a damn thing to stop him]

I trust you, Isaac. [and that takes a lot to say, even ignoring what's going on] I trust that you will do the right thing here, too.

[freezerburned]

[He nods slowly, letting his thumb stroke at her jaw in some semblance of comfort before his arms drop back to his sides and he nods.]

That chocolate's gonna melt if you let it sit for too long. I'll contact you soon, okay?

[hyanaimne]

[she just nods, letting go of him and her hands falling to her sides as well. She doesn't know what to say anymore, the only thing she can hope for is that he doesn't do anything - that maybe Peter, or Steph will stop him]

[freezerburned]

[Isaac nods to her when he pulls back, like he's trying to get her to agree, yes, this is a good idea. His hands slip in his pockets then, and he takes a deep breath as if to say something- but he can't think of anything to say.

So, with an awkward nod of acknowledgement, Isaac's eyes lower and he turns to leave.]

[hyanaimne]

[she lifts her arms to hug herself, tightly, as if she were cold, but . . . it's more than just that. She speaks up as he leaves, though, her tone quiet, but Isaac would hear it anyway]

Be careful.

[freezerburned]

Don't worry.

[He offers a slight grin over his shoulder at her, because he's so trustworthy- and then he's gone.]