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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.

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[Mingling in the barracks! A good time to catch up and share information. Or to sleep. That too.

It is relatively safe, after all.]

[If you are taken to be questioned you are taken down a long hall to a poorly lit room with a metal table and two chairs. It's hard to see the person on the other side of the table, and the guards who came with you stay at the door. Just in case.

People are brought in one by one.]

Edited 2013-01-03 04:05 (UTC)

[Jesse goes quietly, knowing he's out-powered and out-armed but mostly just interested in obtaining some level of comfort here and knowing that the best way to do that is to get on everyone's good side. He's normally hostile to authority-types, but he's been polite and even friendly while dealing with the natives here. He cracks a few lighthearted jokes with the guards leading him in an attempt to get them to smile, too. And once he's in the room, he sits down and folds his hands and waits for his turn to talk.]

[ Sleep was not something Ella was going to get that evening. Her mood isn't the greatest either, but being told to "stay put" didn't fill her with a great deal of confidence in leaving anytime soon. So she sat on one of the bunkbeds, resting her chin on her hand, waiting patiently because...well, not like she was going to be able to go anywhere else right? Right. Occasionally she looked up when new people were brought back from interrogation or into the cell, anxious. ]

[Daedalus Yumeno had spent the last two and half years playing immigrant. In Siren's Port, despite all stigmas, he very nearly had been granted all the privileges and rights of a natural born citizen.

And general compliance and obsequiousness to the proper authorities had often served him well in gaining that sort of access.

So despite his anniversary being absolutely ruined, he'd come quietly with Franz and hoped that all would be well if they were cooperative and civil. Being a doctor was useful, and often welcomed anywhere, after all.

So he waited in the barracks and rose early to peer out between the high windows, open to the air. Darkness decay effect...apparently wasn't a problem, here. And that was very curious indeed.]

Perhaps... through some manner of complicated magic or understanding of how we came, someone has finally succeeded in banishing us all? It would have been too considerate, I suppose, to give us a little fair warning.

[He finally ventures wryly aloud, from a top bunk too narrow to share with his boyfriend- and in close quarters with so many others they probably wouldn't anyway, if the cots could afford it.]

[It's a little amazing how small Castiel can make himself look when he chooses to, considering he's nearly six feet tall, and he's sitting on his temporary bed and doing his best to meld with the corner of the wall it's against. Knees drawn up against his chest and watching everyone warily, he's completely silent and might be mistaken for being stoically calm, if it weren't for that his hands are shaking slightly.

All of this is more than a little stressful for someone with less than a month's worth of memories.]

[Raphael's sudden appearance, marked by wing beats, probably won't help Castiel but he can be sure they won't disturbed.]

You always manage to get yourself into trouble.

[Castiel starts at the sudden presence, and nearly hits his head on the bunk bed above him.]

What do you want?

[While it would've been a snappish or unimpressed, if still fearful, response from Castiel normally, it's just an honest and somewhat nervous question as he is at the moment.]

Calm down.

[There's just enough edge for it to clearly be an order.]

I'm doing a head count. At least for now.

[He just swallows and presses himself further back into the corner. All he can really think about is how dangerous Crowley told him Raphael is, and that he wants Castiel dead.]

A head count for what purpose?

[Raphael also isn't going to harm Castiel when he can't remember what he's done.]

Because I am unwilling to allow those from our world to be harmed.

[Save the demons, of course.]

Which means I need to know where all of you are.

[He's totally quiet when he's called to go with the guards, tentatively following them without any sort of resistance, attention partially distracted from the situation itself by that the world seems to be flickering from normal into hyperactive; senses intensifying, colors going brighter, sounds sharper and clearer, almost like his surroundings are laying themselves out in a display for him to consider. It's happened a few times, before, and he's sure it has to do with what he is--an angel, he's been told--but he can't control it and right now it's just distracting even while it might be potentially useful.

Hopefully he won't annoy the interrogator too badly with both his distraction and the fact that almost all questions are going to get a genuine 'I don't know' in response.]

I'm not hurt.

[He says it quickly, and it's true. Hopefully it will prompt Raphael to just go away.]

Not right now, no. Which doesn't mean you are going to stay that way.

[It's not a threat - he's simply did some peeking around in the minds of the soldiers here. And there are a few who would too ready abuse the prisoners here.]

Hence. Headcount.

[Iroh sat on the floor his legs crossed, breathing calmly in and out. He hadn't offered too much resistance, he didn't feel it was necessary. The people here seemed equally confused as to why he was here. It was better to go along peacefully then to start unnecessary conflict]

[ Jesse has a bad feeling about this. He doesn't know what to do, doesn't know what to say.

He wants Bruce back so much.

Sitting down, he looks down at his hands, the tapping of his fingers on the table looking like the most interesting thing in the world. He waits for the other people to asking questions. ]

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"Madame?"

[Eponine hesitated to go over to Ella, especially considering how they had parted last time. She herself didn't mind being locked up; she didn't like it, but it was a situation she had at least experienced before now. But perhaps..., well, in Eponine's mind, she didn't even consider that Ella would ever have been in jail.
She went over to her though, and sat on the floor in front of Ella.]

"It will be okay, you know? They won't hurt us - they hardly ever do, you know."

[ Ella follows the sound of the voice, recognizing it - though with the stress and her own tiredness it takes a moment to place the name. ]

...Dr Yumeno? [ Yeah, she thinks that's what it is. From that point she slid on to the musing he'd been doing. ]

I'm not certain it was anyone in the port in the time we're from. Someone I spoke to - he said that it was the Core that pulled us here, to this time. That it had some reason - but what, I haven't a clue.

[ Ella hadn't thought she would ever be in jail either, so they were of the same mind in that issue. And maybe if someone hadn't sold her out, she wouldn't be here - or she still would. No point in thinking about the if's right now. She blinked when Eponine sat in front of her though, mustering a slight, tired smile for her. ]

Eponine... [ A shake of her head. ]

I keep telling you not to call me that. It's Ella.

Here, get up off the floor. [ She scooted to the side to make room, patting the bed. Plenty of room. ]

Even if they don't, it doesn't make the situation any more...wrong.

[Eponine got up; she hadn't been fussed about the floor, and certainly hadn't wanted to to impose too much on Ella.]

I'm sorry. It is habit, just a habit now to call people 'Madame'. But perhaps these people think we are bad? Perhaps they are thinking that we are dangerous?"

She paused, looking round. "They will have to let us out, no? They cannot keep us if we have not done anything - even in France they had to let me out because - well, I said I was too young. I told them I was fifteen - and maybe I am; I don't know. But they had to let me and 'Zelma go because they had nothing on us."

She dropped her voice to a whisper. "Maybe there is a way we can break out - if they do not let us go."

I'm not sure what they make of us, but it's probably no different to what they think of us in our time. Or well, the future Sirens Port. They don't seem like they have any intention of letting us out though. Not anytime soon.

[ She pauses at the latter part, looking around the cell, lowering her voice in kind. ]

Maybe. I wouldn't be surprised if there were people who were planning that right now. I'm pretty sure I saw some people get away too.

"Well, I am not staying here, Ella, if I can help it. I do not like it much, being locked up. Just fancy - perhaps tonight is when we get our wish - walking out in the stars... without monsters; just... nice. Perhaps the Core is being a good thing; life has been good since you... well, since Kyra attacked me, you know? Even Hattie gave me a dress and boots. And look - I think the core has given me more powers; I can make it rain."

Well, Jesse gave her extra powers; the ability to make it rain, and the ability erase memories. Which is how she was planning to get out. All she had to do was touch a guard, erase his memories and that was it. But she wasn't at all sure how to explain it to Ella, when Jesse had told her not to tell.

"Where is Hattie? She could turn into her diamond and we could throw her at them, or use her as a battering ram."

"Good. None of us belong in here. You're probably right anyway - they're liable to let us go when they see we mean them no harm. They'll probably even help us get back." Ever the optimist.

At mention of her stepsister, Ella slumped a bit, glancing away. "... I haven't seen her. Maybe she got away." Or she was in a different cell. Or she didn't get pulled in the first place.

"Well... that is debatable." Eponine forced a laugh. She couldn't think it right that Ella was behind bars, despite feeling a little resentful towards her.

"It is a shame that she is not here - well, I suppose it is good - but you know, she does not seem to be too bad sometimes. I think she is starting to like me a little too. But Hattie - she will not cope - especially if they ask her to go with them, these soldiers. Me, I'm not scared. They can't do anything that somebody else has not done already. But Hattie will be awful."

Eponine leaned back on the bed. "On the good side of things though, a man made my arm better, where Kyra had bit - you see?"

She waved her left arm about. There wasn't even a plaster now, and no teeth marks or ripped skin or ugly scars. It was as fine an arm as it ever had been.

"So you can tell that to your friends - they all think I am bad, and that it is good for me to be marked."

While Eponine was leaning back, Ella leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands and saying nothing about Eponine's opinion of Hattie's behavior. She agreed that her stepsister probably wouldn't be able to cope in this sort of situation - she was used to a certain way of living, and certain amount of power - using money to get what she wanted. "More than likely. Hn?"

She looked over her shoulder when Eponine waved her newly healed arm around, and smiled. "That's great, I'm relieved to see it's better." Her smile faded again at the latter, and she sat up.

"Putting aside what anyone's opinion is - why would I say anything to anyone about your arm, whether or not it's better?" Honestly she was sounding more and more like Hattie, who always assumed Ella ran to her friends and badmouthed her to them.

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