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. 

Comments

[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.