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

[summing_it_up]

...You're right. I should.

[Weirding himself out while petting an invisible Chessur isn't going to progress things any further. Besides, this is probably as helpful as he's going to be. Fingers flex as Hiccup withdraws his hand, brow furrowing as he looks over toward the door.]

I'm also gonna go with a backup plan if they don't say much.

[madvaporskillz]

How excellent.

[Sure, it means that he won't be getting petted, but Chessur has never been a tame cat. He can do quite will without human company, and it's not as if there aren't plenty of other people around the place, if he decides he wasn't quite done being the center of attention just yet.]

[summing_it_up]

[Any more time spent sitting there would cost him. He has other friends to find. Things to know. An inexplicable ability to sneak out and do that on his own.

Hiccup gives a glance back at the bed, a smirk making its way across the lower half of his face. He doesn't say anything, but he has a feeling he'll see Chessur again at a later time. He scoots off the other side, stepping onto the floor quietly, pausing before making his way to the front.]

[madvaporskillz]

[Oh, he will. For now, however, Chessur is content to simply watch as Hiccup goes, grinning quietly to himself. Whatever comes next, it will certainly be interesting.

And that is the best thing of all.]