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Roslyn "McSexy" Small ([personal profile] boughtabookstore) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-11-20 01:37 am

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

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! ]
trustycrowbar: (I wonder...)

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[personal profile] trustycrowbar 2013-11-24 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Gordon is silent for the first few moments after he rounds the corner and sees her in the cell. Sure, he knew he'd be there, but some tiny, naieve part of his mind wondered if she really wasn't the brains behind the mutiny and everyone else was just WRONG. His lips form a tight line, and he approaches the forcefield that separated them.

Goddammit, Chloe... why did you have to do this? He thought you knew better.

"Chloe." He calls at a low volume, to get her attention from her distraction of the hour.
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[personal profile] totallytrustworthy 2013-11-25 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Long time no see." The room for these talks isn't exactly the nicest in the world, but it gets the job done, and the guard watching the door doesn't usually butt in so there's that at least. She doesn't regret the decisions that brought here here, and standing there with her arms folded, she's a visual example of that fact.
trustycrowbar: (Tired)

[personal profile] trustycrowbar 2013-11-26 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. I know." The undercurrent of regret is there. He should have talked to her more since... well. He would have maybe kept her from doing this, if they'd spoken more often.

"...Pretty cramped in there, isn't it?" Small talk was never his strong suit.
totallytrustworthy: (I made you out of jewels and stone)

[personal profile] totallytrustworthy 2013-11-27 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Too much for my tastes." Come on, Gordon. When have you ever been capable of talking Chloe out of or into anything.
trustycrowbar: (*facepalm forever*)

[personal profile] trustycrowbar 2013-11-28 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
Let's just say he has a generous gauge of his abilities of persuasion. Or maybe he's forgotten just how stubborn she can be.

"I'm sorry to say that I don't know how long it'll be in there. Chloe, why did you... just... why? You couldn't have honestly thought that it was a good idea to mutineer on a damn moon base, could you?" He can't hold back the genuine eyebrows-furrowed what-the-hell-were-you-thinking look on his face as he says this. "There's nothing between us and the cold vacuum of space up here but a couple inches of sheet metal and our coordinated plans to get back down."
totallytrustworthy: (you know the way that things go)

[personal profile] totallytrustworthy 2013-11-28 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Coordinated?" She almost laughs when she says it, like he's telling an offensive joke for the sake of getting a rise out of her. "If you think any of this is coordinated you're out of your bloody mind, mate."
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[personal profile] trustycrowbar 2013-11-28 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, you've certainly showed us how it was done back there..." He observes in a low tone. "You didn't answer my question. Why? Why now? It would have accomplished damn near nothing and only made the job we have in front of us that much harder."