Who: Raylan, a small Revolution and you!
What: Vive la révolution - This is a free for all Log! Make your own top levels or tag into the chaos! (or both, whatever makes you happy)
When: Night of the 17th
CW: Violence but no strong language :3

Preamble

Something had changed. Raylan couldn't put his finger on why it felt like his stomach was eating itself, or why he couldn't stop having nightmares about James dying, but it felt like something Bad had Happened, and it made Raylan anxious and antsy in a way that, maybe, wasn't the most graceful for a man his age.

He'd do a whole lot better if he wasn't here.

But it was enough to spur Raylan into moving his plans into their next phase - plan execution.

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It started later that same night, well after the Evening Song gathering which Raylan had used to catch a few people's eyes and managed to pass a single message. "Tonight." Jacobi, Garion. Oswald and Yunlan and Elle. Cloud and Steve. Maybe even Elias.. They had to wait, until most of the Clipper folk were in bed. Raylan was sure there were going to be a few night-owls, a few lingerers and that was exactly what Raylan wanted.

Folk they could lure into the mess. The goal? Get up the Treehouse, with or without an Assistant hostage and then - Barricading or disabling the Elevator up.

The Start

First thing Raylan made sure everyone knew as they showed up and moved through was that they were going for distraction and Chaos. Want to block a hallway? Go for it. Want to duck tape an assistant to the wall? Great. There were two fires planned and started in short order, one in the kitchens with kitchen rags and towels, one in the common room entrance with books. Yes, he knows- He objects on principle too, but means to an end and all. As soon as it all started, there wasn't going to be any stopping it or the rush of bodies that may come to try and stop them.

The crawl of fire and smoke didn't take long and Raylan just smiled at it all. Of course they might have fire detectors, but as heavily sanitized and flawed as this place was, Raylan was hoping they felt no need for it. That would change, wouldn't it. Despite all the violence on property they were doing, Raylan felt as calm and sure as ever.

Any Assistants that might manage to make their way into the common room was in for a hard time on their own - Raylan was actively hunting for someone to knock out with the table leg he'd snapped off and he'd made the fact that they needed one of the wristbands top priority. It was the key to the next step and he'd steal and lift as many of them as he could. Anything to stop them from taking out anyone who was causing the trouble.


The Hustle

There were a lotta moving pieces. Raylan knew that elsewhere, Steve and Cloud were also creating an equal amount of chaos - Give 'em hell. But he had his key upstairs and that's what he needed. After dragging Malcolm's body into the elevator with him, he held the door for a half second. He would have called for anyone to join him that wanted to, but frankly, he didn't want to have to deal with any more assistants that might try to take him up on the offer.

No, better take this himself, take the rap for it himself too, if he could. He knew this would come with consequences - he felt they were worth it, if they got any traction or got a meeting with the Authority.

Once the elevator is up, Raylan pulls Malcolm into the intersection of door and floor, using the man's body as a hold button as he starts dragging furniture into the elevator door. Soon enough, Malcolm was traded out for another two chairs and a coffee table - not the strongest of barricades, but plenty to throw a wrench in anyone calling it back down.

Now he could focus on calling up the Nurse with Malcolm's wristband.