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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! ]

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[lexiconning]

[ Uh-huh, she's not buying it. And seeing as the next question makes her flinch... ] Who's Jesse?

[totallytrustworthy]

Someone who's not been kind to the other mutineers. Aside from that I haven't got a clue.

[Not an entire truth, but then again, not entirely a lie either. ] So let's not derail entirely here.

[lexiconning]

[ She hums an uncertain, unhappy noise; arms crossed. ] There's nothing else to tell. He made me go with him and dropped me off at my room.

[totallytrustworthy]

And that's it? [It's not that Chloe thinks she's trying to deceive her, but god knows there've been enough half truths and 'he was my friend's floating about this past week: she's not taking any chances.]

[lexiconning]

Yeah. Y-yeah, why do you keep asking?

[totallytrustworthy]

Because so far 'that's it' hasn't actually been when it comes to these sorts of things. Not lately.

[lexiconning]

What's that-- Was someone else attacked?

[totallytrustworthy]

Not yet. Threats mostly. I'm just not willing to take any chances.

[Chloe thins her lips out a touch, scrubbing at her cheek.] Do you trust him, your friend?

[lexiconning]

[ 'Threats'. That's enough to give her a clue what this Jesse person means. But before she can press anymore they're back to this subject and she's just not prepared for it. ]

My-- My friend? [ It's just as much genuine surprise as it is stalling. ]

[totallytrustworthy]

Yyyes. [She's slow about saying it only because she's leaving room for Syllona to elaborate. Whether or not she does truly consider him her friend or...]

[lexiconning]

[ Or something a little more, at least before this whole mess happened, but the turmoil in those thoughts is jarring and exactly one of the things she'd been trying to keep out of mind for the sake of composure; something that is very swiftly crumbling. Her head shakes, then ducks, sudden and meant to hide the prickling at her eyes. ] No!

[totallytrustworthy]

Oi, oi. It's all right. [Well hidden or not, Chloe senses that distress quick as anything from her voice alone (probably not the depth of it but that hardly matters) moving in to set a firm hand against Syllona's shoulder.] I've got you, sunshine.