[closed] everybody in the whole cell block

[afoolsgold]

Characters: The Fool, Devin, Alice
Date: Directly on the heels of this misadventure.
Location: Whatever passes for a low security holding cell in the Sentry's offices.
Situation: The Fool and Alice have been arrested! Devin is the Fool's one phone call. Hilarity ensues.
Warnings/Rating: Nothing yet! Will update as needed.



Given the number of other catastrophes the Sentry have to contend with at the moment, a pair of nosy troublemakers does not merit more than a bit of time sitting in the drunk tank down at the local precinct. Sitting prettily near the bars, the Fool accepts the office yimo that is passed to him through the bars in order to place a short call to his paramour. (Undoubtedly, the discussion they will have after he has been escorted home will not be as short.)

With the call completed, the Sentry ambles back over to the radio to catch up on the latest news over the network, effectively tuning out his wards--and his paperwork--until this Devin Parker character shows up to remove them.

The Fool folds his hands neatly in his lap, sighs, and then looks to Alice. "Sorry about this." A pause. "Well?" he begins, inquisitive. "What did you see?"

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[makebelieveavenger]

After a shouting match with one of their gaolers that had lasted nearly an hour (interspersed with phrases like 'you can't hide the truth forever!' and that sort of thing), Alice was huddled sullenly on the cot. It wasn't the first time she'd been tossed in a cell - she'd woken up in one nearly every time she blacked out.

Tsk tsk tsk. A menace to herself but no danger to others. She don't belong in gaol.

The copper's words echoed in her memory as she toed a pebble over the floor, it's clattering echoing much too loudly for such a small noise.

"They were flooded," she said slowly, because whatever else, Alice kept her bargains (save for when she didn't) and it wasn't the Fool's fault they were in this mess.

"Not... properly. Just all full of water, from floor to ceiling. You'd think it would soak through or come out the cracks in the windows and doors but... it was still. Even when I opened the door, it was just... still. Like it was suspended in amber."