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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]

Right now I doubt they'll let any of us have a butter knife to cut our meals. [It's a joke, mostly.] You on rotation this week for guard duty? Just so I know when not to yell obscenities at the door.

[The last sentence is an exaggeration; something innocuous to prompt an explanation of the shifts themselves.]

[reversemole]

You're out of luck.

( so don't try anything, chloe. rather, his tone seems to suggest that if you did try anything, he'll be leaning back on his metaphorical space lawn chair with some metaphorical popcorn as accompaniment, and a whole network of undercover resources in the case that things got dicey. )

Not that it's not an appealing prospect, of course.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Damn. Though you might still want to get that lawnchair ready, Kaji.]

And here I thought I might be able to give the yelling a rest.

Probably for the best that some of you get some sleep anyway.

[reversemole]

( sleep? what's that? some weird australian fad, he reckons. )

Something tells me the best is still yet to come, Miss Frazer. ( and that something's also telling him these guards probably won't be getting a full night's worth of anything save for trouble. )

[totallytrustworthy]

That remains to be seen, Kaji.

[It's the sort of smile that fails to reach her eyes, but nevertheless it's a smile all the same: 'best' can at times be such a nebulous term.

Chloe's fairly certain her best will be someone else's-- possibly more than's-- worst.]

[reversemole]

( he returns the smile, seeing it for what it was. he'd seen the same expression far too many times before -- in a mirror. )

Well, I won't be taking up any more of your time. ( pinkman's cell door beckons the brunt of his shoe, after all. ) If you need anything...

[totallytrustworthy]

Kaji-- [She ought to let the conversation end there, but...]

[reversemole]

--Yes?

( whatever it is, he's prepared for necessary ambiguity. unless it's a complaint over the oatmeal, in which case she'll just have to do. )

[totallytrustworthy]

Thank you. [She keeps her voice low when she says it, tries to keep it from being audible for anyone that might be listening in. ]

[reversemole]

Ah.

( it's a soft affirmation before he takes his leave, indicating much of nothing for any outside ears. on the baseline assumption that nothing of interest will crop up later, he won't be returning for an indefinite amount of time. )