These words I've shared

[thepull_mods]

Who: Open Log for all those who let themselves get taken in.
When: September 1st, 1918 and September 2nd, 1918.
Where: Undisclosed barracks at the Missionworth Military Base
Summary: The Military wants answers, and they're hoping you can help give them. Also, there are at least temporary beds. Try and sleep off that hangover.
Warnings: Interrogations will only go as badly as expected.

Though the newcomers haven't been treated as an overall threat, they have been taken to their new location as quickly as possible, and under fairly heavy guard.

Those guarding the newcomers vary between overly interested, and incredibly wary. Some seem to barely be able to hold back asking questions, and some clearly expecting a fight at any moment.

Needless to say, the tension is a bit high.

The newcomers who came quietly (Or at all) are held for the meantime in an empty barracks, bunk beds lining the walls and a bathroom off one end of the hall.

Periodically, a guard will come by and request for someone to follow them to be questioned.

It's likely a good idea to follow. 

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The Barracks

[thepull_mods]

[Mingling in the barracks! A good time to catch up and share information. Or to sleep. That too.

It is relatively safe, after all.]

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[ella_of_frell]

[ Sleep was not something Ella was going to get that evening. Her mood isn't the greatest either, but being told to "stay put" didn't fill her with a great deal of confidence in leaving anytime soon. So she sat on one of the bunkbeds, resting her chin on her hand, waiting patiently because...well, not like she was going to be able to go anywhere else right? Right. Occasionally she looked up when new people were brought back from interrogation or into the cell, anxious. ]

[gaveherwings]

[Daedalus Yumeno had spent the last two and half years playing immigrant. In Siren's Port, despite all stigmas, he very nearly had been granted all the privileges and rights of a natural born citizen.

And general compliance and obsequiousness to the proper authorities had often served him well in gaining that sort of access.

So despite his anniversary being absolutely ruined, he'd come quietly with Franz and hoped that all would be well if they were cooperative and civil. Being a doctor was useful, and often welcomed anywhere, after all.

So he waited in the barracks and rose early to peer out between the high windows, open to the air. Darkness decay effect...apparently wasn't a problem, here. And that was very curious indeed.]

Perhaps... through some manner of complicated magic or understanding of how we came, someone has finally succeeded in banishing us all? It would have been too considerate, I suppose, to give us a little fair warning.

[He finally ventures wryly aloud, from a top bunk too narrow to share with his boyfriend- and in close quarters with so many others they probably wouldn't anyway, if the cots could afford it.]

[ella_of_frell]

[ Ella follows the sound of the voice, recognizing it - though with the stress and her own tiredness it takes a moment to place the name. ]

...Dr Yumeno? [ Yeah, she thinks that's what it is. From that point she slid on to the musing he'd been doing. ]

I'm not certain it was anyone in the port in the time we're from. Someone I spoke to - he said that it was the Core that pulled us here, to this time. That it had some reason - but what, I haven't a clue.

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[makeflowersgrow]

"Madame?"

[Eponine hesitated to go over to Ella, especially considering how they had parted last time. She herself didn't mind being locked up; she didn't like it, but it was a situation she had at least experienced before now. But perhaps..., well, in Eponine's mind, she didn't even consider that Ella would ever have been in jail.
She went over to her though, and sat on the floor in front of Ella.]

"It will be okay, you know? They won't hurt us - they hardly ever do, you know."

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[ella_of_frell]

[ Ella hadn't thought she would ever be in jail either, so they were of the same mind in that issue. And maybe if someone hadn't sold her out, she wouldn't be here - or she still would. No point in thinking about the if's right now. She blinked when Eponine sat in front of her though, mustering a slight, tired smile for her. ]

Eponine... [ A shake of her head. ]

I keep telling you not to call me that. It's Ella.

Here, get up off the floor. [ She scooted to the side to make room, patting the bed. Plenty of room. ]

Even if they don't, it doesn't make the situation any more...wrong.

[paterelohim]

[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.]

[ella_of_frell]

[ Odd sight? Youbetcha! Ella looks a little dismayed when she sees him though. She'd hoped he'd get away. ]

Chuck! [ She rises, moving over to where her friend is. ]

Are you all right...?

[ofthursday]

[It's a little amazing how small Castiel can make himself look when he chooses to, considering he's nearly six feet tall, and he's sitting on his temporary bed and doing his best to meld with the corner of the wall it's against. Knees drawn up against his chest and watching everyone warily, he's completely silent and might be mistaken for being stoically calm, if it weren't for that his hands are shaking slightly.

All of this is more than a little stressful for someone with less than a month's worth of memories.]

[servingmichael]

[Raphael's sudden appearance, marked by wing beats, probably won't help Castiel but he can be sure they won't disturbed.]

You always manage to get yourself into trouble.

[ofthursday]

[Castiel starts at the sudden presence, and nearly hits his head on the bunk bed above him.]

What do you want?

[While it would've been a snappish or unimpressed, if still fearful, response from Castiel normally, it's just an honest and somewhat nervous question as he is at the moment.]

[momchester]

[Mary comes in with - or rather, is shoved in kind of roughly by - a guard who plainly isn't convinced that she still qualifies as coming quietly, brushes herself off, and stalks away from him crankily, carrying her high heels from the New Year's party in one hand. She looks around in irritation before spotting Cas in a far corner and coming over rather more calmly.

By the time she sits down next to him she's tenser but much more quiet, and a bruise is starting to blossom on one of her bare arms. Her voice is quiet.]

Are you okay?

[ofthursday]

Hello Mary.

[He manages to hold his voice even and soft when he greets her, trying to pull some sense of calm around himself. Surely Mary is upset too and she doesn't always need to be taking care of him.]

I'm fine. Are you?

[tea_lover64]

[Iroh sat on the floor his legs crossed, breathing calmly in and out. He hadn't offered too much resistance, he didn't feel it was necessary. The people here seemed equally confused as to why he was here. It was better to go along peacefully then to start unnecessary conflict]

[hikari_no_kundou]

[ There is a slight creak as metal boots traverse the floor boards. It is hardly the worst of accommodations, even if the view outside wasn't much to write home about.

Confusion abounds for all involved, but cooperation here may reveal more later. Depending on how long they remain. He isn't tired, but patience is beginning to wear thin, particularly given the inconsistant flow of people in and out of the containment area.

Particularly given the identity of one of the individuals who'd been escorted away for interview. ]


Would you mind any company at all?

[worldhaditsway]

[Christina has to applaud herself for managing to get this far without losing her temper, but she's not staying her any longer than necessary. As soon as she makes sure everyone she knows is okay, she's finding a way out and seeing what can be done out there. Seeing Iroh, she ends up pounding the cold floor to get to him.] Iroh!

[Yeah so much for that silent meditation. A barefooted girl in a muddy party dress makes kind of an entrance.] This is insane.

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[fitofgrandair]

Grantaire woke up slowly, head throbbing, and found himself stretched across a disagreeably hard bed. Beyond that, he at first could not say. He had been--Wait. Had he ever been in that field? Must have. He held a memory of being torn from a too-quiet night in his room and thrown into a squash field. Feeling as if he had been transplanted again, and perhaps without Enjolras. Then had come a pack of armed men, all bristling and commands, demanding that he follow them.

Follow the armed men? Grantaire might not have actively fought in Paris, but he sure as hell hadn't come all this way to be bullied by soldiers. They had no claim to him, and he had no intention of facing confinement or--lord help him--forced labor.

So he'd resisted. By hurling a squash at one soldier, by taking a swing at another's face, by kicking out, by he couldn't remember just what else. Then everything had gone dark, and... Here he was. All alone, in a small room. "Or a small cell." At least he could speak; that had to count for something. And maybe he wasn't entirely alone; from somewhere nearby, indistinct voices drifted in.

What he wanted to know was where he was and how he was going to find his way out. Slowly, Grantaire raised himself to a sitting position, gingerly touching a large sore spot on the back of his head. "Damnit! My... god what a wonderful day." Fantastic. Leave it to soldiers to knock a man out and leave him to rot. Wasn't this just wonderful.

"Hello." No response. He raised his voice and continued on, drowning out his irritation and the pain in his head with words. "Good morning, good afternoon, good evening? ...Nothing? It seems awfully ill-mannered to lock a man up and leave him to awaken alone, in pain, and with a great thirst. Have you any wine? Is there any you? I ask merely out of curiosity, for I've no desire to see your face. And you'd best be warned that I am armed with my, er, arms, and that I am no friend of soldiers, nor of those who batter the back of my head. What, have I come across worlds simply to be tossed into a cell, without ceremony and without answers? Have I died in truth, now, and is this to be my after-living, my penance for a life of drunkenness? Ah dear, I fear that you do not exist, my jailer! I fear I speak to empty air! But no matter, for speak on I shall, whether you exist or not; after all, I must keep myself entertained, must I not?"

He could and would go on for a while.

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[ibreakrules]

[So far things had been relatively quiet. Or at least Frau hadn't seen anything that gave him reason to cause more trouble. Either because he needed to or just for the fun of it. Sitting and watching was fine, and so far none of the guards had given him shit.

Nobody had really questioned him yet either. Whether that was because he was obviously from a church and they wanted to bring them in or couldn't figure out what to do with him or because he didn't seem that dangerous now Frau didn't know. In the end though, it didn't much matter. It wasn't the first time he'd lounged around in a prison cell.]

[paterelohim]

[Hi there it's your God-boss, slumped against a nearby bunk bed, looking totally annoyed and drinking from his Never-Ending Flask of A Thousand Mysteries. Come to the flask of plenty, Frau. You know you want to.]

[moveslikestrider]

[They had lead him in quietly, the soldiers around him had no idea what he could do. Dave wanted to keep it that way and walked seemingly uncaring between them. If they pushed a little too hard and warily watched him well that was their problem.

He'd come in peacefully and when they indicated the beds he went and sat by one, on the floor. Naturally it was his choice so they left him alone. Dave waited until they were gone to equip his red suit, which replaced the black one with one simple little shift in appearance. Because screwing with the guards in a passive way was still in the cards.]

[twin_armageddons]

[Guess who else is in here, because just going along with it and then breaking out when nobody was looking was way easier than causing a brawl in full view of the whole fucking army or whatever's going on here.]

Hey.

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[bestseller]

He drank last night. Probably a little more than he should've and it was probably a bad idea. No, scratch that, it was a bad idea. A horrible idea. Because now, not only has Alan woken with a hangover in Frontier land, he's soon whisked away by men in uniforms obviously not of this century and thrown into some kind of holding cell.

And he's not alone.

While this isn't entirely comforting, it's good to know he's not the only one who got forced to play prisoner in this reenactment. But he needed an aspirin, or at least some kind of miracle hangover cure and he wasn't going to get it here. And even though sleep was his best remedy, there was no way Alan was going to get that. Besides the hard, cold cot of where he lay, the uncertainty of his entrapment was weighing heavy on his mind.

And fortunately this isn't the first time he'd found himself feeling the effects of drinking and being held in a cell roughly after.

[circumsutus]

[Stein isn't the kind of person who can easily hide. The screw through his head is both very odd and instantly recognizable.

So he's just going to flop down on a bed and nap.]

[summing_it_up]

[Because being separated from his girlfriend and his dragon is not cool. Neither is finding out that the rest of the Teen Titans are also in the same predicament. Although knowing the latter exists is a comfort, it also is a bad thing. Because that means they're all in this weird place. Noticing the power limit on his titan communicator also added to his new-found level of concern.

So of course the army's appearance and round up makes everything even better.

At least it's better than being in a room with no windows. Hiccup sighs, leaning forward in his bunk, hugging his knees.]

None of this is making any sense...

[madvaporskillz]

Should it make sense?

[That is most definitely a familiar - and possibly not very helpful - voice, but on the other hand, holding a conversation might look better than simple underhanded mutterings. Of course, there's also the fact that Chessur has largely been keeping out of the military's sight, but that's more a personal preference than anything.

It's also made it easier to keep an eye on the general goings on, but that is best kept as a secret.]