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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

[hyanaimne]

Mm, I know.

[she has to wonder how they always end up having these sort of conversations - the ones that make her think about things she doesn't want to, realize things she's avoided. Is this what happens when you open up to people?

She heaves a sigh and closes her eyes. Her fingers tug at the hem of her cloak, though, distractedly. Like she's trying to come up with something else to talk about for now]

I need a better nickname for you. [and that's what she comes up with]

[werewolfing]

Than brat? Yeah, probably. It'll come to you.

[a pause, a few heartbeats.]

Personally, I like sexy man-beast.

[hyanaimne]

[she lifts her head long enough to give him an amused, incredulous look, before putting her head back done]

Apologies, but there is not a word for "man-beast" in Elven.

[werewolfing]

[he chuckles.]

There's not one in English either, we just put two together and called it a day.

[hyanaimne]

I am not calling you a man-beast.

[werewolfing]

But it's so literally accurate.

[hyanaimne]

That is why I do not want to call you that.

[werewolfing]

So brat was less obvious?

[hyanaimne]

No, it was about the same.

[werewolfing]

[that makes him laugh.]

You know, at home most people don't know I'm a werewolf.

[hyanaimne]

I did get that impression. [she nudges him, gently, playful] It does not seem like something one would tell everyone about.

[werewolfing]

Not if you enjoy living, nope. And I do.

[he says it like a joke, though he's really not.]

[hyanaimne]

Heh. While "man-beast" does not have a translation, werewolf does. Gaur, nauro - depends on the dialect, but.

[werewolfing]

Gaur.

[he makes the word into a snarl, complete with claw-fingers.]

[hyanaimne]

[she lifts her head to stare at him, then bursts into laughter]

[werewolfing]

My point exactly.

[hyanaimne]

I think that is your nickname. Until I come up with something better.

[werewolfing]

As long as you don't expect claw fingers every time.

[hyanaimne]

[she grins]

I don't. That would be silly to expect.

[werewolfing]

As long as we're on the same page about that.

[hyanaimne]

We are, you needn't worry.

[she lets her head rest against his shoulder again, huffing out a sigh] Now I am in a good mood. You're terrible.

[werewolfing]

[he pats her head.]

So sorry. Next time I'll try to keep shit depressing.

[hyanaimne]

[even if he can't see her face, she still forces an annoyed expression]

That seems a bit extreme, though.

[werewolfing]

Hey, shit was depressing all by itself.

[hyanaimne]

I would rather it not be. I am bit done with depressing shit.

[this is what happens when you curse around her; she picks up on it]