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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]

I meant it when I said I was sorry for what I did to you.

[deadelfwalking]

Your behavior suggests otherwise.

[totallytrustworthy]

I don't regret making the decision to actually do something but yeah. I'd change the means if I could.

But I can't force you to believe that.

[deadelfwalking]

You've given me nothing but self-justifications since I entered this room. Give me a reason to believe you! Everything you've done recently -- it's as though you are a stranger to me! As though you consider yourself a stranger.

[He points to the bullet wounds, angrily.]

I would never hurt you, Chloe. You know this.

[totallytrustworthy]

[She frowns down at the bullet holes, canting her head just slightly before responding in a low, low voice:]

You already have, darling. Or did you forget already?

[deadelfwalking]

[THAT TEARS IT.]

I'm through with this.

[totallytrustworthy]

Don't you dare. [It's not asking, not begging-- it's hard and sharp and an unapologetic demand.]

[deadelfwalking]

[Which, of course, only worsens the situation.]

You have no right. You have no right to anything right now, Chloe Frazer.

[He stalks up to her, as close he can get, towering, looming over her. Glaring down.]

How dare you even mention that day. I told you to leave!

[totallytrustworthy]

And how dare you suggest I just-- forget it! [There's a brief pauses as she flicks her hands dismissively, as if shooing away the topic itself.] As if I'm just supposed to pretend you're not capable of it, as if I wasn't right to panic in the few seconds between that door and my arm after you'd just killed one of your own after everything I've seen-- and not just with you!

[deadelfwalking]

You know why I killed her. You -- and your bloody boyfriend -- forced my hand. When are you going to admit fault for your actions? Or are you just nothing but an honorless thief?

[totallytrustworthy]

I know what I did!! Christ, I can't stop thinking about it-- [And her voice cracks then at that, prompting a quick turn towards the back wall instead with one hand set at her brow. ]

[deadelfwalking]

[Oh, Chloe. Koltira sighs.]

Chloe ... Perhaps I should go.

[totallytrustworthy]

No. No don't, it's fine. I mean it's not, but it's done, right?

[Which is why when she turns around, she says it plainly:] I screwed up.

[deadelfwalking]

[Well, now that she's said it, it's not nearly as satisfying as he'd imagined. He walks over to her, and lets his hand hover over her back.]

You did. But it is not impossible to set right. You didn't hurt anyone.

[that was him.]

[totallytrustworthy]

Sort of shot you, love. I'm fairly certain that's the definition of 'hurting someone'.

[Chloe can feel the cold from it near her spine, and it takes longer than usual (more guilt than anything else) but she eventually settles back against his palm.]

[deadelfwalking]

I didn't feel it.

[Except in his HEART.]

[totallytrustworthy]

Oh don't start. You've been toting the damn things around like badges, of course they hurt. [ON THE INSIDE.]

[deadelfwalking]

It would hurt more to heal than to let it be. Unless you'd like to donate some of your blood.

[deadpan.]

[totallytrustworthy]

[No. No she wouldn't, but she did cause it, so...after a lengthy pause:]

How much are we talking here?