exsiliumlogs | (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! ]

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That's the point. [ the chaos isn't hard to miss, especially after seeing the comment left by Fenris. maybe that conversation was part of what spurred her to this, hard to tell as Hawke refuses to honestly think on it. she decides to focus on Chloe instead─ a distraction for the both of them, as poor as it may be. ] Brought some cheese, don't ask where I found it, you really don't want to know. [ probably better spent on Charlie. but it is the effort that counts right? ] Thought about bringing some wine but I'm certain they would've taken it from me.

Hawke. [It's a hard start, all strong vowels and sharp consonants: and it would be the start of a warning to handle the situation with care but-- but she stops herself. Eyes trailing from the gift up to Hawke and back again.] Christ, never mind. It's not as if it's your fault they're giving a bloody madman the same amount of protection they're giving us.

[ she tries another smile, tries being the key word, it doesn't make it far. Hawke just shrugs, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. ] I know. [ know what? everything. how Chloe must be feeling right now, Maker she hasn't much of a grip on her own feelings right now, let alone the ability to understand what Chloe might be feeling. ] This whole situation has crawled so far up a Darkspawn's ass no one knows the way out anymore. [ she parts with the gift, depositing it down on the table and flexes her fingers. ]

Thank you. [Forced out as it might be, she does mean it.] We didn't want things to stay stagnant-- we just didn't expect it to go volatile and take the lot of us out with it, you know.

They always go ways we never expect. [ heavy words, weighted with experience. Maker she understand thats, between the Qunari, her mother, and Meredith's crackdown...

all her family ever wanted to do was escape the Blight, that is all they ever wanted and in the end─ ] Don't tell anyone I said this but you did the right thing, all of you. [ Marian Hawke, approving of anarchy? THIS IS CERTAINLY HAPPENING. ] I thought about breaking out a couple of times. [ more than a couple, she shrugs. ] Then I remembered the lack of air problem and overall it wouldn't help.

There are times where I really do believe that. [That they did the right thing forcing the clear-headed few to action; those moments are few and far between: network posts and occasional visitors. But they're outnumbered, outweighed by more posts condemning them, brushing off the ideals they'd fought for or dismissing them as vicious attempted murderers. Death threats and violent demands. The helplessness of being forced to sit in a room an share space when if she could just get a moment alone or a corridor to roam freely she could sort out her own anxiety and frustration.

And it's those moments, those incidents, that are so much harder to shake. ]

[ and there are time that she doesn't. Hawke flinches, it is a small movement easily missed, her fingers balling into fists. a feeling she can understand, something she has thought herself at one point of another. heaped with so much responsibility that it feels like it is crushing her sometimes. ]

Anything I can do? [ she wants to be able to do something, to ease this, to fix it. most of the time she doesn't look for problems to solve, they tend to find her in droves, but now is different. Chloe is... maker Chloe is a friend, and she'd do almost anything for her friends. ]

Nothing to be done, darling. [And oh, that's a bitter smile she's wearing for it, but god knows she's made her own bed. So...]

Just promise me if the transports out there get lazy that you'll kick their asses into shape for me, yeah?

[ she smiles ─ well does her best at it. it comes out somewhat wonky, making it obvious she really isn't trying. ]

You got it.

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