exsilium | voice | 001 | mutiny day two, 1734hrs

[And now for something completely different.

For a small amount of people, such as Elaine, the mutiny itself didn't have much in the way of meaning, honestly. The hugest inconvenience was the darkness and inoperability of the doors, now that the network was back up. To her, this didn't seem like much more than a way to waste time -- even having a vague understanding of exactly why this is happening, she doesn't quite get it. Things will be fixed faster if everyone works together, she thinks. Get over yourselves, she thinks.

Which is why she technically sides with the Initiative, but there's not much she can do if she can barely see at the moment. So anyone pro-initiative might have gotten medical supplies or crappy space food, whatever, delivered. Even if you're a mutineer this might have happened. Lack of support for the cause doesn't necessarily mean she'll bother making a distinction, after all. It's not like she'll get permanently hurt.

Is what she thought, anyway. Wherever she is at the moment, her voice is flat as usual for anyone who knows her, but her breathing is slightly rough.]

-- Ah, there it goes...

I apologise for interrupting, as we certainly do appear to be in the midst of a rather serious situation, but this is somewhat urgent. If there is anyone in possession of both ice and any amount of leeches, then I would be quite appreciative!

I am uncertain what I may be able to give you in exchange, but I would be willing to work towards any compromise that you would prefer.

Threaded | Flat

I write this to convey my most sincere apologies. Can you ever forgive me? How can I repent for my weakness? No, mere writing itself can’t display my contrition. Tell me, what action must I take? Like Viking villagers in a blood feud, how shall we find our quitting? What blood can I pay to atone for my crimes?

Do you want me to kill anyone or grow flowers for you?