These words I've shared

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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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AN IMPROVISED HOLDING CELL

[maddeninghatter]

[ Wrong place. Wrong time. Wrong things said to the military.

Well. It wasn't his fault. Being unceremoniously pulled out of bed and thrown face-first into an enormous squash is enough to put anyone out of sorts.

He had been (and still is) in his pajamas. This doesn't bother him nearly so much as being separated from his sword. Indeed, compared to that, the shackles about his wrists and ankles are a minor irritant.

Worse than losing his sword, however, is not knowing the fates of any of his fr--acquaintances and associates. Is Oz all right? What of that idiotic hero, Allen? Yosuke -- well, he's probably been sick all over somebody's property. Doctor Stein, doubtless, has landed on his feet. Ahiru and Nana - hopefully someone is looking after them.

And Gilbert. Where is he? It's pointless to worry, but... ]

[retraced]

[Where is Gilbert, you ask?

Well Break, you're about to find out.

Because thanks to their brilliant plan (Oz's brilliant plan) he's about to break you out of here! It had been simple, really, a leftover idea from home: if you want to blend in, you have to look the part! It only took borrowing a military uniform (read: knocking a guy out and stealing his uniform, leaving him nude out in a storage shed outside) and a bit of clever acting on Gilbert and Oz's parts to get inside the facility. Anyone who they haven't found by now, they're assuming is being held inside this place, Break being one of their top priorities.

Gilbert, admittedly, looks a little silly and completely out of place in his borrowed uniform, but Oz is doing an excellent job playing the part of the angry newcomer as they push their way inside and through the building.]

This fabric itches...

[He mumbles under his breath as he shoves Oz (gently!) down the hall towards the holding cells.]

[his_own_will]

[ Oz plays the suitably pathetic newcomer child, scared to the bone and simply shivering in his torn up frilly shirt and usual trousers. It's been almost a full day since he's landed in the squash and he could still feel the goo matting up the fabric. So Gil has nothing to complain about where itching is concerned.

Of course, there was still the dilemma of finding Break and with a muffled oof, Oz twists under Gil's grip and kicked him in the shin. ]

Hey, be more gentle! I haven't done anything that deserves getting locked up you big jerk!

[ sorry Gil. He's just playing his role as down on his luck street urchin. He doesn't mean a single word he's saying. ]

[retraced]

[Damn it Oz, stop making this hard for him! He tightens his hands around Oz's wrists, grunts in pain at the kick, and shoves his young master forward as hard as he dares without actually hurting him. But there are people nearby watching and listening, so he screams back in return:]

Shut up and behave yourself! If you want to get out of here quicker then you'll watch your damned mouth!

[His heart breaks a little, but he still knows that this is the best way to move about freely here. Someone up ahead stops them, and Gilbert shows them his stolen badge with someone else's name typed across the front. Thank goodness the person that they've chosen to impersonate isn't popular enough that others know his name; they're waved through.]

[his_own_will]

[ Oz's face contorts in a grimace, and he trudges dutifully ahead of Gilbert, eyes downcast, face smudged with dirt. With luck, Break heard them yelling at each other. If not, they'd have to play act some more.

But. Oz is impressed. Who knew Gil had it in him?

With a sniff, he waits for Gil to shove him again before he shuffles his way past the guard, flicking a glance up and down the soldier in question and grateful that they're more interested in getting a look at him rather then the imperfect fit of Gil's clothing. Stage 1: infiltrate the camp, complete. Now, if only they could just make it to Stage 3: get out of the camp alive and hide. It'll be Gilbert's greatest success! ]

[retraced]

[Stage 2 is indeed the tricky part. There are a lot of rooms here, and Gilbert has absolutely no idea where he's going even though Jacob Krouse definitely would. He loosens his grip on Oz's wrists the minute that he has his back to the guard, giving him room to at least move a little.]

Um...hey! You! [Gil says to a nearby guard who is flipping through some papers in his hands, hoping he sounds authoritative.]

Where do I take this one?

[maddeninghatter]

[ His heart sank when he first heard Oz's voice. The boy had been captured too, clearly, and--oh, hang on, is that... is that Gilbert? Are the two of them really trying to...

...

It's probably for the best that Break is shackled in place, otherwise he'd be doing himself a mischief banging his head against the wall. Because he knows exactly how Gilbert's spectacularly unconvincing guard impression is going to play out. ]

No room heeere~! Ha ha ha! We're full up! Better take him somewhere else, right?

[ Get the hint Gilbert, and run while you can! ]

[his_own_will]

[ Oh great. That damn fool of an old man is still alive. Not that Oz suspected he wouldn't be, but, you know, the relief he's feeling is kind of disgusting not.

Oz stomps on Gil's foot. They were supposed to be avoiding attention, not drawing more of it. ] P-please. I don't belong here. I'm-- [ Oz turns on the water works, eyes brimming with tears that aren't falling, lip trembling, his body curling in on itself ever so slightly with "fear" as he shrinks away from both guard and Gil ]

I'm sorry. Whatever I did. I won't do it again!

[ and yes, please. Don't put him with Break. Gosh. It's not like they're even trying to find him! ]

[retraced]

[Whatever the guard says in return, Gilbert doesn't hear any of it. For one, that's definitely Break's voice, and two - damn it Oz, that's his foot! Ouch! He'd just been trying to keep up appearances here! As pathetic as his attempt really was...

The other guard steps forward and asks if he should take it from here, but Gilbert grabs hold of Oz's shoulder and yanks him down the hallway closer to where they heard Break's voice.]

Don't bother! I'll just put him in this one for now.

[Sorry Break, they're coming in whether you want them to or not.]

[maddeninghatter]

[ Breezily, wiggling his fingers (he'd flap his hands, however:manacles), and letting his head loll to one side. ]

Whatever you're selling, I'm sure I don't want any~! ♥ Try down the hall!

[ Yes, right fine. Come into the cell, why don't you? You'll save the guard the trouble of locking you up, once he's put two and two together - which, honestly, shouldn't be long, by the sound of things. ]

[his_own_will]

[ Oz whimpers, suddenly struggling in a fit of pique the closer they get to Break's cell. ]

No! I don't want to go in there. That guy probably stinks and has mold growing out of his ears! I can't live with something that unsanitary!

[ struggle, struggle, c'mon, Gilbert. This is your chance to knock out that guard and make a getaway with the key! Because goodness knows they won't be able to unlock the cell door without one. ]

[retraced]

[Well, as it turns out, that's exactly what they're going to have to do, because Oz's dramatics paired with Gilbert's inability to properly scold him, the guard is becoming suspicious. He frowns at the both of them and then mutters something about incompetency as he steps forward and reaches for Oz's arm to tug him away.

And since Gilbert won't stand for that...

Break will hear a brief commotion from the other side of the door, a wild kick to the back followed by a blow to the head to knock the guy out, and then a jingling of keys pulled from the man's pocket and handed over to Oz.]

Unlock the door! Quick!

[And yeah, he's planning on dragging this poor guy with them. Don't worry Break, they'll steal his underwear for you this time.]

1/3

[maddeninghatter]

[ Somewhere between his annoyance and his anxiety (fools!), Break feels also a certain sense of... something. He can't quite put a finger on the feeling. Some of it's guilt, some of it's chagrin at being in this position. Gilbert and Oz are putting themselves at risk, for his sake, and so it's necessarily his fault if anything happens.

Gilbert and Oz. His subordinates. His fr-- ]

2/3

[maddeninghatter]

[ And it is precisely when his thoughts reach this maudlin waypoint, that he hears Oz's remarks about his personal hygiene. ]

Why, you uncute--!

3/3

[maddeninghatter]

[ Commotion, kick, and thump. Well, finally. Gilbert, you did something useful. For once. ]

Take your tiiiiiime, there's no hurry~!

[his_own_will]

[ there's a kick, and a thud and... ]

[ spazz, that was ] So cool! [ Gilbert Nightray, you just reminded Oz why he was a fanboy (only some of the time). Humming happily, Oz snatches up those keys and methodically starts counting through the keys on the ring and testing them one by one on Break's door. ]

Don't worry, Break. we'll have you out in no time!

[ and then one key stuck and there's a twist and then the door starts to creak as Oz gives it a light push. But then he's gone and helping Gil drag the guard into the room. Never, ever let it be said that Oz can't lift his share of the weight. It's just a very small portion of the weight.

... a very, very small portion of the weight. ]

[retraced]

[He's not trying to be impressive right now, Oz!

Well, maybe a little...

But he'll worry about accepting that praise later. For now they have a large guard to drag into the room so that he stays out of sight while they get Break out of here, and no worries, he's more than able to carry the majority of the weight. Though, as soon as Gilbert sees Break chained up the way that he is, he nearly drops the guy right there on his face.]

--Break?!

[And topping the list of Things Gilbert Nightray Hadn't Been Expecting To See...]

[maddeninghatter]

[ Break glowers defiantly, as if to say - WHAT? What's the matter? It's just your boss, chained up and shackled to a wall in his pajamas. His squash-stained pajamas. Don't act like it's a big deal or anythi--

...

WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT, GILBERT NIGHTRAY? ]

Idiots! Morons! What d'you think you're doing?

I don't need help from the likes of you!

[his_own_will]

[ It would certainly serve that guard right if Gil had. And knock him out a second time too, maybe. But, Oz doesn't pay Break any mind, pushing the guard's feet the last foot or so into the cell despite Gil's shock. ]

Don't be stupid, Break. We're just doing this because we were bored!

[ And worried. Very, very worried. After all, what would those guards think if Break just disappeared one day because he decided to hang around a medicine cabinet, instead?

Most unsettling.

No, no. this is just for everyone's good. ]

[retraced]

[Okay, no time to stand here gawking, even though Break's screaming barely sobers him at all. Gil shakes his head to clear it and finishes dragging the poor guy the rest of the way into the room, shoving him against the wall before going to close the door.]

If you're not going to be grateful, then just be quiet instead! [Turning to Oz.] The key to unlock him is probably on that ring too.

[maddeninghatter]

Couldn't you two find something better to do with your time? Like - oooooooh, I don't know - escaping?

[ He rattles his chains, and looks about to say something else especially cutting. But all of a sudden, his eye goes wide and he... coughs. ]

[his_own_will]

[ oh, oh, Break wanted them to escape did he? He never really knew that Break cared...

Which doesn't stop Oz from making a huge show of pawing through each and every single ring, eying the lock with a contemplative look while Break coughed indelicately. ] And let you have all the fun tormenting the guard? We wouldn't dream of it. And that cough wouldn't infect anyone.

[ Much as Oz might wish it could. A host of ill guard would be just the thing. But no matter. Oz holds up the last key and quickly inserts it into the lock, twisting. Free at last, Break, free at last ]

[retraced]

[As the chains come loose, Gilbert is there at Break's side, ready to catch him if he can't keep his balance. It's a loud noise, and no doubt will alert more of the guards nearby that something is up, so they'll have to work fast.

Looks like you might just get carried by Gilbert again, Break.]

[maddeninghatter]

Uncutest of brats...

[ When the manacles around his wrists pop open, his arms drop and his legs crumple. It's a good thing Gilbert is right there, otherwise he'd topple gracelessly to the ground. ]

[his_own_will]

[ and be of good cheer fair Break! Oz is not paying him any mind as he collapses into Gilbert's ever waiting arms and is instead peeking around the door, making sure the cost is clear. ]

Come on, we'll have to hurry. That guard we passed first might get suspicious if you don't turn up soon.

[ yes, Break. They left guards alive and breathing behind them. It's all up to Oz now to get them free! ]