[It might be a bit of an odd sight when Chuck is frog-marched in, wearing the exact same clothes he was bartending in a few hours ago at the New Year's party, looking vaguely shell-shocked and his pants a bit dirty but otherwise unharmed. He doesn't seem to mind the guards unceremoniously plopping him into the barracks and glancing at each other like he's the biggest freak on the planet, and indeed sits himself down on the nearest bed, looking violently uncomfortable.]
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