These words I've shared

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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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The Barracks

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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.]

The Interrogation Room

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[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.]

AN IMPROVISED HOLDING CELL

[maddeninghatter]

[ Wrong place. Wrong time. Wrong things said to the military.

Well. It wasn't his fault. Being unceremoniously pulled out of bed and thrown face-first into an enormous squash is enough to put anyone out of sorts.

He had been (and still is) in his pajamas. This doesn't bother him nearly so much as being separated from his sword. Indeed, compared to that, the shackles about his wrists and ankles are a minor irritant.

Worse than losing his sword, however, is not knowing the fates of any of his fr--acquaintances and associates. Is Oz all right? What of that idiotic hero, Allen? Yosuke -- well, he's probably been sick all over somebody's property. Doctor Stein, doubtless, has landed on his feet. Ahiru and Nana - hopefully someone is looking after them.

And Gilbert. Where is he? It's pointless to worry, but... ]

Guard duty- night (open)

[infromthecold]

[He was telling himself his misspent youth as an army brat at Camp Lehigh was that made sneaking onto the Missionworth Military Base had been easy despite the state of high alert. With gloves to cover his hands and a borrowed uniform he was just another soldier. Finding someone who'd been assigned newcomer guard duty and offering to switch had been a bit trickier but manageable. Now he just had to hope no one decided to blow him up when they decided they'd had it with the accommodations]

Catch-All thread for note passing, both inside and outside!

[theshortestbird]

[Tim had been taken in quietly. From his experience with the military (and with police, and with child protective services, and other such annoyances), it was always best to just do what they wanted, and pick your battles wisely. Being taken in was not worth fighting about. What better way to learn about what's going on then by being right in the middle of it all? They all needed some more information, and this was one of the better places to get it.

But how to get the information to the outside? There were plenty of people here, but Tim knew you couldn't really trust the people who had already been here for years. It was, unfortunately, going to be a matter of only trusting the people who just arrived, versus the ones who were here. Maybe this was how the prejudice against newcomers really began. Slow and steady.

In any case, Tim was glad that he had his notepad stashed in his pockets. As he learned more, he took notes. Little pieces of paper could be easily passed around in this place, and then, hopefully, get outside. He could be found, if not in his barrack, sneaking around as much as he could.]

Back Dated -- Prue and Chris rescue Snow (night of September 2st, 1918)

[charmedson]

[Chris and Pure had escaped right away. His orbing ability still worked here, so it was easy for him to find her and take her away. Ever since that moment though in the field that would become the baseball diamond, he had been plagued with guilt.

Snow White had been taken, and hauled off to the prison to be locked up in a cell. He had promised her that she would never be locked up again as long as he was around and he had failed her. He told Prue as much, managing to barely control the emotion filtering through in his voice when he insisted they had to go save her. It had been so easy to convince her, because like him she did better when there were things to do, actions to take.

A part of him had wanted to charge in guns blazing, but a day was needed to gather information about the prison until he had a better idea of what they would be doing. Then it was a matter of orbing in when people were supposed to be sleeping, taking advantage of what they had learned.

A chime and some white and they were in a hallway just a bit away from the cell they were keeping Snow in. He knew there would be other people they'd want to recuse, but his priority right now was Snow White.]