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These words I've shared
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.
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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So it would seem. A curious time period to have been chosen. Though I cannot say I ever imagined I might see a true night, with stars.
[ He trails off a moment, before the frown deepens, and he lowers his voice. ]
For so many of us to have been transported at once indicates the use of artypical power. One that those living here seem unaccustomed to.
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It is pleasant to see the night again with its beauty. It seems as though we have come from a time when powered individuals are the exception rather then the rule.
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It was. It reminded me of home.
[ Fond memories of not so long ago. A reminder of what was lost. ]
So it would seem. Though they seem to react with less scorn and greater curiousity than those of our time. [ One hand lifts to cup his chin. Hrrm. ] A very different attitude.
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[Memories were a complex and often painful thing]
Yes, the negativity seems to come more so from the situation rather then our presence, which I have to say I prefer.
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[ A faint hmmph follows, before he nods in agreement. ]
It does. Which rather begs the question as to what change occurs to make it both where, or rather, when, we are from.
Let us hope being held here won't instigate that, hmm?
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I only hope that there is a way to prevent it. Destiny is a tricky thing though. Some things are simply made to happen.
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But I agree. Whatever we learn here, perhaps.. Perhaps it can reverse what affliction holds things in place in the future. But much of that will depend on what we can learn from our 'hosts'.
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[He takes in a deep breath and closes his eyes]
This is still a better reception I would receive then from some of my family.
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Well, let us say that I have my concerns.
[ There is a brief lull in conversation, and Eraqus bows his head slightly. The note of sympathy runs undercurrent to sombre serious tone. ]
I am sorry to hear that.