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

[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.

[gaveherwings]

[He rolls over and peers down over the edge of the bunk, finding the face who had spoken up in return.]

And who told you that? It just seems quite convenient- to eliminate all of us at once.

[ella_of_frell]

That's the thing - I'm not sure that the purpose was to eliminate us. At least, if what he said was to be believed. It was the dark haired man in the field that we all wound up in. When I came across him he was...

Well, yelling at the Core, he said. He thinks it brought everyone to this time for a reason.

[gaveherwings]

This time?

[Daedalus frowned in alarm- newcomers had been arriving across very scattered and poorly documented patterns for at least... fifty years, from what smatterings of Port history he knew.

What if this wasn't the past at all, as some had suggested, but some sort of alternative universe?

The thought was fascinating. Theories were somewhat easier to swallow while everyone he cared for was present.

There were other concerns though, Diego's medicine, and a very spoiled important date with Franz, which he had yet to apologize for fully, even if none of this was his fault.]

[ella_of_frell]

[ Ella nods, thoughtful. ]

Yes - he said that this was the year... 19... 1917? or 1918, in September.

[gaveherwings]

Yes. [The doctor sighs tiredly, scrubbing at his eyes. What should have been a late evening has turned into a very long day.] That's what I was told on the way over.

[There's a concerning lack of technology here, too. The barracks seem rather lacking in some of the basic conveniences.]

I suppose if the Core's done it to us once before those, last February? Taking us this far back is not impossible.

[ella_of_frell]

It's happened before? So then how were you able to return? I mean, clearly it must have been the Core, but did you have to accomplish a task or something, before your return?

[gaveherwings]

No, before it was as simple of matter as rewinding a clock- but that was one day, repeating over and over.

This is more like going back in time.

I'm a medical doctor, not a physicist. I'm not really skilled in theorizing how a think like this could happen. Still, it's significant that all of us are here.

Re: The Barracks

[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."

The Barracks

[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.

Re: The Barracks

[makeflowersgrow]

[Eponine got up; she hadn't been fussed about the floor, and certainly hadn't wanted to to impose too much on Ella.]

I'm sorry. It is habit, just a habit now to call people 'Madame'. But perhaps these people think we are bad? Perhaps they are thinking that we are dangerous?"

She paused, looking round. "They will have to let us out, no? They cannot keep us if we have not done anything - even in France they had to let me out because - well, I said I was too young. I told them I was fifteen - and maybe I am; I don't know. But they had to let me and 'Zelma go because they had nothing on us."

She dropped her voice to a whisper. "Maybe there is a way we can break out - if they do not let us go."

The Barracks

[ella_of_frell]

I'm not sure what they make of us, but it's probably no different to what they think of us in our time. Or well, the future Sirens Port. They don't seem like they have any intention of letting us out though. Not anytime soon.

[ She pauses at the latter part, looking around the cell, lowering her voice in kind. ]

Maybe. I wouldn't be surprised if there were people who were planning that right now. I'm pretty sure I saw some people get away too.

Re: The Barracks

[makeflowersgrow]

"Well, I am not staying here, Ella, if I can help it. I do not like it much, being locked up. Just fancy - perhaps tonight is when we get our wish - walking out in the stars... without monsters; just... nice. Perhaps the Core is being a good thing; life has been good since you... well, since Kyra attacked me, you know? Even Hattie gave me a dress and boots. And look - I think the core has given me more powers; I can make it rain."

Well, Jesse gave her extra powers; the ability to make it rain, and the ability erase memories. Which is how she was planning to get out. All she had to do was touch a guard, erase his memories and that was it. But she wasn't at all sure how to explain it to Ella, when Jesse had told her not to tell.

"Where is Hattie? She could turn into her diamond and we could throw her at them, or use her as a battering ram."

The Barracks

[ella_of_frell]

"Good. None of us belong in here. You're probably right anyway - they're liable to let us go when they see we mean them no harm. They'll probably even help us get back." Ever the optimist.

At mention of her stepsister, Ella slumped a bit, glancing away. "... I haven't seen her. Maybe she got away." Or she was in a different cell. Or she didn't get pulled in the first place.

Re: The Barracks

[makeflowersgrow]

"Well... that is debatable." Eponine forced a laugh. She couldn't think it right that Ella was behind bars, despite feeling a little resentful towards her.

"It is a shame that she is not here - well, I suppose it is good - but you know, she does not seem to be too bad sometimes. I think she is starting to like me a little too. But Hattie - she will not cope - especially if they ask her to go with them, these soldiers. Me, I'm not scared. They can't do anything that somebody else has not done already. But Hattie will be awful."

Eponine leaned back on the bed. "On the good side of things though, a man made my arm better, where Kyra had bit - you see?"

She waved her left arm about. There wasn't even a plaster now, and no teeth marks or ripped skin or ugly scars. It was as fine an arm as it ever had been.

"So you can tell that to your friends - they all think I am bad, and that it is good for me to be marked."

The Barracks

[ella_of_frell]

While Eponine was leaning back, Ella leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands and saying nothing about Eponine's opinion of Hattie's behavior. She agreed that her stepsister probably wouldn't be able to cope in this sort of situation - she was used to a certain way of living, and certain amount of power - using money to get what she wanted. "More than likely. Hn?"

She looked over her shoulder when Eponine waved her newly healed arm around, and smiled. "That's great, I'm relieved to see it's better." Her smile faded again at the latter, and she sat up.

"Putting aside what anyone's opinion is - why would I say anything to anyone about your arm, whether or not it's better?" Honestly she was sounding more and more like Hattie, who always assumed Ella ran to her friends and badmouthed her to them.

Re: The Barracks

[makeflowersgrow]

On the contrary, Eponine didn't suppose Ella did bad mouth her to her friends. But she knew that certain people, such as Raphael and Hitsu and Dorian loathed her. Eponine told herself she didn't care what people thought of her... But perhaps it would be nice for people to at least think that she had someone powerful backing her up.

She sat up.

"Because..."

Why would anyone be interested in a gat's fate? How silly of her to even presume people would remember what had happened to her.

She shrugged and slid off the bed. Really, Eponine was beginning to consider Hattie the nicer of the two.

"I am sorry to have bothered you."

[ella_of_frell]

Well there was an incorrect assumption - not even about Hattie, but Ella'd told everyone who even saw what happened that it wasn't Eponine's fault, never once mentioned that the girl attempted to rob her and defended her when Dorian badmouthed her. But hey, it's not like Eponine knew any of that.

"People are going to believe what they want to believe. Nothing I say is going to make them change their mind, Eponine." Ella didn't think Raphael loathed Eponine, and Ella couldn't do anything to change Hitsugaya's mind; that was all on Eponine. As for Dorian, Ella snapped at him enough for insulting her. "What happened isn't anyone else's business but yours and mine. It was an unlucky chance that the incident was broadcast over the network in the first place."

"You didn't bother me." But she won't stop Eponine from leaving if she wanted to go.

[makeflowersgrow]

"I know this... But sometimes it annoys me. Dorian looks down on me for being poor, you know - and I heard you say to him - but it is the attitude I see on so many faces. And now everyone knows me to be a thief... It is like that man said; karma should get me. Well you know what? I will prove them all wrong. I'll be wealthy soon- and be a lady."

She meant it too. With Jesse's cashflow, she was soon going to be rich. But she couldn't tell Ella that either. Still, she sat back cross-legged on the floor. Staying with Ella was better than being by herself.

"I did not mean to be rude, you know?"

[ella_of_frell]

"That's why you don't let them know it bothers you. They'll only keep doing it. No one can diminish your self worth but yourself." But Eponine does a pretty good number on herself as is.

"Money isn't everything." She would gladly give it all up if it meant she wouldn't have to have her curse. But people who don't have money their entire lives don't usually understand or agree with that - and people who /do/ have money all of their lives rarely agree with it.

Ella knew most people would disagree, actually. Sliding off of the edge of the bed beside Eponine, Ella reached over to rest a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Just promise me you won't turn out to be the kind of lady that things because she has money, she can treat people poorly, or throw money at your problems."

[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...?

[paterelohim]

[He apparently snaps out of his funk and turns to look at her with recognition.]

Ella? Hi. Hi.

[He looks away and cracks his jaw, gaze settling on an interesting crack in the wall as possibilities turn over in his mind. His discomfort is still obvious.]

Uh, am I okay? I guess so, I mean, if you don't count the fact that we got ripped through time and that something's seriously wrong here.