sirenspull_logs | 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.

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[she could almost hear the huntsman scolding her for being such easy prey. And in truth she's scolding herself, because she should have been better prepared. She tried to fight but in the end it didn't even matter because she was still caught.

She was still here, in a dark cold place not so different from her tower. The cold prison bars were all too familiar to her touch. She isn't alone this time, but she still feels that dark loneliness.

This time she still has the knife the huntsman gave her. As a weapon it didn't do her justice, but perhaps she could pick the lock... She had to try, because she knew Chris was probably worrying himself sick about her welfare]

[Actually, "convince" is a strong word for it. It was more like "oh okay so can you sense her jesus what's taking so long," because Prue with a rescue mission is a happy Prue. But then, of course, she'd recognized the need for sensible information gathering. Thus commenced a day of astral projecting into the prison and exploring, often with a glamor of some kind (and thank god Chris is so good at rhyming, because Prue couldn't remember that particular spell).

Once they touch down, Prue pulls away and looks around, immediately yelping and grabbing at Chris when she hears guards coming closer.]

Oh, oh! Uh-

[There weren't supposed to be people around! She realizes how conspicuous they are and blurts out the first words that pop into her head that even remotely rhyme.]

To- make this rescue- less than hard... clothe us both like prison guards?

[It sounds like a question - really questioning her own self-respect at spitting out a rhyme that bad - and eyebrows shoot up incredulously when it actually works as a spell, instantly giving Prue and Chris the same basic uniforms as the other guards, with weapons to match. She looks at the gun with distaste but rolls with it, just in time for guards to come around the corner.]

[He raises his brow at the spell.]

Seriously? [He asks in a whisper, though it's good enough because they look the part. He just hopes the guards don't stop and ask why Prue, a woman, is dressed in uniform. He doesn't feel like getting her side tracked about the problematic gender roles of 1918.

Thankfully, they just walk by, the uniforms enough to make them blend in. It's after that that Chris can only think about one thing, getting to Snow.]

Come on. [He says, focused on hunting out the right cell.]

[she's been playing with the lock as best she can from her position. But she pauses when she hears a familiar voice. It's such a comforting sound she almost drops her knife. Desperately she presses against the bars hoping to see him]

Chris.

[She elbows Chris in the ribs in response.] Hey, it worked, didn't it?

[Then it's back to business, looking highly inconspicuous and thanking the Powers that Be for buns and small cup sizes to keep the guards from looking at her a second time. Once they're gone, they continue on their short way to where this girl Snow White is. While he's on the prowl, since he actually knows what she looks like, Prue gets his back, looking around for anyone noticing them or anything going wrong.

When someone calls out his name, Prue's impulse control snaps and she darts ahead, reaching the cell first and reassuring the woman inside quietly.]

Hey, hey- he's right here. Are you Snow?

[The lock pops apart and the door swings open. Prue steps back (but keeps in Chris' arm's reach), letting Chris do his thing while she gestures vaguely at Snow and looks around for anyone coming their way.]

[Chris is instantly relieved (and extremely proud, after all she was looking to pick her lock and that's pretty cool in his mind) as he moved forward to touch her, using the guise of trying to help her out.]

Hey. [He said, looking concerned but with a small smirk on his face. His voice is low and a little rushed, as they need to make sure to get out quickly.] I told you I wouldn't let you be locked up right?

Are you okay? Have they hurt you at all?

[she reaches to touch his face, almost leaning into him before realizing this familiar gesture may be too forward. She draws back and squeezes his hand, offering Prue a smile as well]

I owe you both a great debt. But we must hurry before they discover my escape.

[She smiles at Snow- then reaches out and grabs both her and Chris by the sleeves.]

Okay, this is really touching, but we can chat in a minute- orb us OUT of here!

[Chris nods and touches both of them on their arms just to make sure the contact is better and then orbs away, getting them out of there. He takes them outside, where they're underneath a sky filled with brilliant stars.]

[she has orbed with him before but the sensation is still breathtaking. Not to mention a relief in this instance, as it gets her far away from the cell. Of course once she's out she has other concerns]

Please... If you can, use your magic to help the other captives.

We don't have the resources to free all of them. We'd get caught or eventually get one of them in trouble, and if that happened, the guards might suspect the captives of being responsible for it. I'm sorry.

[It tumbles out as she steps away from the pair; Prue's thought of it already, and the thought of getting the inmates in trouble with the guards is offputting enough on its own.

She turns her attention to the girl, getting a good look at the person they went through this trouble for.]

So, you're Snow?

[Chris managed to look a little guilty over the fact that Prue was right. They couldn't risk using magic to get everyone out. There were too many variables and they didn't have the Power of Three to pull it off without complications...

So instead of answering her plea he lets his aunt do it and then mutters.]

This is my aunt Prue. [Introducing them]

[she responds with a frown. A part of her wants to go back and help them herself, but she might just get captured again. That's hardly the way to thank them for all their efforts

As for the introductions, she gives Prue a polite curtsey]

I'm honored to meet you. I am Snow White, but if you wish you may call me Snow.

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