[Actually, "convince" is a strong word for it. It was more like "oh okay so can you sense her jesus what's taking so long," because Prue with a rescue mission is a happy Prue. But then, of course, she'd recognized the need for sensible information gathering. Thus commenced a day of astral projecting into the prison and exploring, often with a glamor of some kind (and thank god Chris is so good at rhyming, because Prue couldn't remember that particular spell).
Once they touch down, Prue pulls away and looks around, immediately yelping and grabbing at Chris when she hears guards coming closer.]
Oh, oh! Uh-
[There weren't supposed to be people around! She realizes how conspicuous they are and blurts out the first words that pop into her head that even remotely rhyme.]
To- make this rescue- less than hard... clothe us both like prison guards?
[It sounds like a question - really questioning her own self-respect at spitting out a rhyme that bad - and eyebrows shoot up incredulously when it actually works as a spell, instantly giving Prue and Chris the same basic uniforms as the other guards, with weapons to match. She looks at the gun with distaste but rolls with it, just in time for guards to come around the corner.]
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Once they touch down, Prue pulls away and looks around, immediately yelping and grabbing at Chris when she hears guards coming closer.]
Oh, oh! Uh-
[There weren't supposed to be people around! She realizes how conspicuous they are and blurts out the first words that pop into her head that even remotely rhyme.]
To- make this rescue- less than hard... clothe us both like prison guards?
[It sounds like a question - really questioning her own self-respect at spitting out a rhyme that bad - and eyebrows shoot up incredulously when it actually works as a spell, instantly giving Prue and Chris the same basic uniforms as the other guards, with weapons to match. She looks at the gun with distaste but rolls with it, just in time for guards to come around the corner.]