R R I - REHABILITATION & REINTEGRATION INITIATIVE

Characters: Charlie and open to all!!
Setting: The Courtyard, following directly on from this scene

Charlie decided that, if they were ever going to reach a conclusion about this bullshit, someone was going to have to take charge. Proper charge. And that, he decided, may as well be him.

He jumped up onto one of the stocks and balanced himself, raised up above the milling people and standing on what was the focus of their conversations, if not their direct attention. "Okay, people. Look - I get it. We've been put in a shitty situation. Apparently, two people here have fucked up. Nobody's bothered to tell us how, or give us any information, other than the fact that we're meant to put them into these things here." He banged his foot hard several times against the wood. "So, we can stand here and argue about 'human rights' and 'cruel and unusual punishment' and what the fuck they will do to us if we don't bow to their every command. But, really, it comes down to a simple choice: are we doing this or not?" He let that question linger for a moment or two, then continued. "So, what I suggest is a really simple check. Everyone who thinks that we should go ahead with the punishment as mandated, go stand over by the tool shed. Those that think we should look up at the cameras and say 'fuck you' to the people watching? You go stand by the gym. Let's see what we all think. Vote with your feet people!" he announced, before jumping down, and heading right over to stand by the gym. He leaned against the building, waiting to see what everyone else would do.

Characters: everyone attending stocks-a-palooza
Setting: block A courtyard, early morning

Jae had read her notes on the computer. So this is where everything takes the turn into horror! went through her head. Jesus. She also read a note saying chickie-poo wasn't about to participate in a voluntary fashion.

Heading down to the courtyard, she checked out the stocks there. She imagined ones with just room for a head and wrists, but they weren't set up like that. These, she was guessing, were for ankles and wrists. Looking up at the sky, she didn't see many clouds up there.

Sitting down on top of the closest set of stocks, she waited for other people to arrive.

Characters: Charlie, Leandro, and eventually Wren
Setting: Kitchen, late morning, day 5

( not all reunions are happy ones )

Characters: Charlie and OPEN
Setting: Morning, under the trees in the courtyard

Charlie's head was swimming Of course, that had a whole lot to do with the fact that he'd drunk half a bottle of whiskey for breakfast in a very short amount of time. But he'd successfully found his room. He'd left some less-than-legible comments on the journals, and then he'd headed out. The day was a nice one and he'd settled himself down where he'd told Autumn he would: under the trees in the courtyard, one hand under his head, his eyes half closed as he waited to see if the world would stop spinning.

Characters: Charlie, Jae, Adam and OPEN
Setting: Cafeteria, first thing in the morning.

This wasn't what he expected when the 'guilty' plea had come through. Sure, his bail had been posted by his parents pretty early, and he hadn't spent a whole lot of time in jail before his trial. Maybe he had just seen far too many movies and TV shows, but being led into an elevator and given a key and a bag - really not what he had expected. Especially not when he was then left alone, and when the elevator doors opened again, there was... A bar.

Seriously?

He stepped out, looking around cautiously. "Hello?" he called out. Okay, so maybe he should have listened more carefully when they had been talking at him about some kind of facility and asking him to sign some forms, but he'd still been in shock. Fourteen years. His life was more over than it had been already. It wasn't fair. He hadn't been doing anything bad. He'd been trying to help, and they fucking sent him down for it.

"Fuck it," he growled, dropping his bag down on the chair and headed for the bar, pouring himself a large whiskey and downing half of it. He didn't care what time it was - he had no idea where he was, and it wasn't like he had anything else to fucking do. He was gonna get wasted.

Characters: Wren and Chester
Setting: Order of the Loom Commune, years ago

( And Discussion Of Magic 8 Balls )