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

[charmedson]

[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?

[towerlocked]

[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.

[astralling]

[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!

[charmedson]

[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.]

[towerlocked]

[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.

[astralling]

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?

[charmedson]

[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]

[towerlocked]

[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.