Log; ongoing

[major_west]

Who: Hostages, Rioters; Closed
Where: The Dining Hall (and Kitchen)
When: Monday Evening, after the kidnappings and before the stand off with the Wardens
Warnings: None; will be updated as necessary.

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THIS IS THE MAIN THREAD (West is not in it yet sorry lol)

[major_west]

[my_freeze_ray]

Right now? Billy was keeping away from the hostages by a little bit. He was holding the shrink ray, but it didn't quite feel like enough for him, seeing what the Master had done to Libby... had somehow made the plan that had seemed so brilliant last night, seem so... flawed.

Billy felt himself tense and untense over and over as he stood there, waiting for the rest of the inmates to get to them, waiting for West to come and get this rolling. It was going to be a revolution, and people died after revolutions. People like the Master. Deep breath. Not yet. For now, he just had to stay calm, and wait.

[major_west]

West had just finished making the rounds, ensuring that things were in place, and so, returned to the dining hall, weapon in hand. He surveyed the situation-- less than ideal-- and spotted Billy. He approached him, doing his best to seem professional, despite the fact that they had a pretty brilliant night together.

"Billy, things are about ready, so--" He stopped, somebody catching his eye. "What is she doing here?"

He didn't need to specify who it was. First Rose, and now this?

[i_hate_posses]

Charlie sauntered over towards West and Billy, looking pleased with himself. "Howdy, boys," he grinned, fingering the gun he now had in his possession. "Everything's going well, I think. I reckon we should be able to take out the remainin' Wardens in no time, unless they have a Gatling."

He paused. "Even if they have a Gatling." He'd tangled with Gatling guns before and won. Wasn't no reason he couldn't again, as far as the outlaw was concerned. In fact, Charlie seemed overall oblivious to the worry or suffering of those around him, relishing the fact that he once again had some means of power.

Libby, Barney and later Drusilla (will post in main thread too, as needed)

[thatlibbychick]

Libby, the aforementioned drugged-and-tortured hostage, sat slumped against the wall, completely lethargic. The Valium was still working its magic; having no access to water or food to aid her body in processing the med, the effect would be longer-lasting than it might otherwise.

Once in a while, she muttered something aloud to someone. The people addressed weren't always in the dining hall; some weren't even on the Barge. Things were said to West and Billy, the Master and Sam; Bobby and Drusilla; Hurley, Jack, Claire and Ana-Lucia. And Michael, of course.

She'd ceased to notice exactly what was happening around her. She was only waiting to die.

Re: Libby, Barney and later Drusilla (will post in main thread too, as needed)

[supersuitup]

Well, this was a huge mistake-- no, more than that, this was a monstrously epic boner.

...

Okay, Barney had to suppress a giggle at that thought. It was pretty easy to do, though, once he thought about the dining hall and all the hostages. He sorta knew this was going to happen-- that is, it wasn't a huge secret that this was the plan from the get-go, but somehow, he kind of figured it wouldn't really be a big deal. He thought the Inmates weren't really planning on rioting and... well, being the coward that he was, figured siding with them would have ensured the least potential for pain and suffering, while earning him cool points with his peers.

Plus, the prospect of a freeze ray? Legendary. Running around with that thing could've put any game of laser tag to SHAME

Re: Libby, Barney and later Drusilla (will post in main thread too, as needed)

[thatlibbychick]

Blinking several times to clear her vision, Libby turned towards the familiar voice. Of course, Billy had come back (or so she thought), finally willing to be her friend in the only way left. "You can get me a stomach pump," she croaked back. "That might actually do something."

She eyed the cup in his hands. "Is this going to happen like Jonestown, then?" she asked, attempting to sit up straighter. "I'm surprised West isn't here to see this happen, since he had such a special interest in planning it." She slowly reached out and took the cup from him, looking at the contents. Looked like plain water to her, but who knew?

[supersuitup]

A... stomach pump? Jonestown? Great, Libby'd taken the train to Crazytown, too. Or maybe she really was just super, super hammered.

"Dude, Libby, come on. Does that look like cyanide-flavored Kool-Aid to you?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. He was still trying to play things cheerfully, in hopes that it would spread. "It's just plain old awesome... magic Barge water. I don't really know where it comes from, actually... And our 'Fearless Leader' is uh..." He shifted uncomfortably. "Around. I guess."

[major_west]

West cringed when he heard the familiar voice, but kept his back to the hostages. All in all, he was pleased with proceedings, until people he... sort of cared about were dragged into it. Now, he was feeling tense for more reasons than the impending conflict with the Wardens. The first time Rose said his name, he pretended not to hear it. The second time, it was more difficult, and the third... well, he couldn't ignore it anymore.

He kept his pistol drawn as he turned to face the hostages, but then took one good look and holstered it. For the most part, he didn't care about who'd been dragged there, but Rose was... different. He didn't feel terribly close to her, but she trusted him, and...

Forget it. He's used to shattering the trust of those who looked to him for protection.

He walked over to Rose and knelt down so that he was on eye level with her.

"Rose," he said, keeping his tone neutral. "You're not hurt, are you?"

[major_west]

West sighed, rubbed a hand over his eyes.

"I suspected as much when he didn't return with Detective Tyler," he said in a low, tired voice. Then, he rested a hand on her shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. "I'm sorry. I hope you didn't have to watch it happen."

Morgan and Whomever

[gimmethemap]

Morgan could have been doing a lot worse. Her injuries had not been seen to, so while she sat there, her hands bound, beads of sweat dotting her brow, she was doing her best to come to grips with her present situation through a haze of pain and the awareness that she was still bleeding. Right now, already she was certain of was that once this was over, in spite of all her talks about how retribution wasn't right and people should listen to their Inmates -- she was going to hurt Adam Monroe. She was going to do more than that, in fact. She was going to shoot him. Somewhere comparably worse than his knee

Morgan and Ethan

[stayandgloat]

Ethan gave Morgan a look. It was the kind of a look, that did not suggest her wishes were about to be complied with. Still, he paused for a moment, noting the apparent severity of the wound on her leg, he decided that it might not be too bad an idea to give her his assistance.

"You know," He commented, going down on one knee, "I've found it a wise life lesson to be at least bordering on polite to people with guns."

He reached forward, pulling the fabric back slightly from around her wound, and wincing as he got a better look at it,

"Still, it's clearly done you a lot of good thus far doing things your way. Can you straighten your leg?"

Morgan and Ethan

[gimmethemap]

"I don't waste good manners on attackers," she said icily. When he reached to touch it, she hissed, more out of fear that he'd do something a good deal more uncouth than simply look at it. She was lucky the Inmate she'd stopped hadn't turned out to be Charlie. At his question, she nodded. The son of a bitch had made her walk to the dining hall this way, so her leg had been straight at some point. That and sitting on her knees was out of the question. "The bullet didn't go far in," she breathed, blinking slowly. "I can see it. With a little more freedom to move my hands I can get it out."

Morgan and Ethan

[stayandgloat]

"Yes, well, that's where insincerity comes in my dear." Ethan replied flippantly. He tilted his head to peer at the injury from Morgan's angle catching a glint of what could have been the bullet himself. He nodded, before grabbing a towel from the side and running a tap over it. He gave a snort of amusement at her comment about getting the bullet out, "That? Has to have been an equally stupid proposition back in pirate times as it is now. Here..."

Carefully pulling the fabric away from the open wound, Ethan dabbed the soaked towel across it carefully, trying to clean away some of the blood so he could get a clear view of where the bullet had ended up.

BLY AND WHOEVER

[agent_bly]

Well, wasn't this something? Everyone gathered around in the dining room, making nice, and oh yeah, being held hostage for an upcoming riot. Joy. So, other than the dull throb all over his body and the ringing in his head, Bly was just dandy and couldn't wait for the excitement to begin.

The CSS agent sat a bit to the side, observing the actions of others and feeling pretty miserable.

Bly and Loki

[agent_bly]

Bly put a hand to his head. "What do you want, Loki?" Obviously, to torment him, but the agent really wasn't in the mood. He glared at the god. "Why don't you go talk to someone else? I have a headache."

A mistake to mention, he realized, as soon as it left his mouth.