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[img]https://i.imgur.com/GjazZAE.png[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Kirah][@Nallore][@Natsu][@Andromedai][hr][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]EARTH 257 - 4:10 AM Nov. 14th, 2021 - S.W.O.R.D. HQ, the Iron[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=84B4E2][b][i]Interrogation Room A1 - Oliver, Niah, Bonnie, Celestine -[/i][/b][/color]

	[color=f6989d]"What truth?"[/color] Bonnie asked, tilting her head as she looked at Niah. It was easier to focus on the weirdness of the current conversation than the jumbled mess of memories in her head. She guessed that the memories of high school were the anomalies, as they didn't line up with anything else, but there was a small part of her that doubted that - they felt too real to just be dismissed. They felt true and that terrified her. 

	Bonnie nodded though, agreeing with Oliver's assessment of the situation. [color=f6989d]"They put us in a group as well, meaning they aren't worried about us having contact with each other,"[/color] Bonnie surmised. [color=f6989d]"They aren't necessarily trying to isolate us and make us feel alone..."[/color] Of course, she had to wonder [i]why?[/i] Had the situation been reversed, Bonnie would have interrogated each person individually. She would have isolated them, allowing her to lie to them about the status of the others. It was logical and strategic - so what was this?

	The door then opened and a [url=https://c.tenor.com/asdZ3T_DJ0AAAAAd/jimmy-woo-card-trick.gif]kind looking man[/url] in a suit stepped on inside, holding a tray of coffees in one hand. "Sorry about the wait, I figured you all could use some caffeine," he said, setting the coffees down on the table. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a badge appeared in his right hand. "I'm Agent Jimmy Woo," he said, introducing himself as he sat down opposite them. "Would one of you like to get started?"

[color=84B4E2][b][i]Interrogation Room B9 - Sparky, Cass, Amelia -[/i][/b][/color]

	[color=FFB795]"Maybe it's whatever drugs they spiked us with?"[/color] Amelia suggested. She knew that her memories were a little bit different and didn't make sense, but loads of things didn't make sense to her. She wasn't too panicked about it anyways. She remembered what it was like to fly through the air unassisted, something she had never been able to do before. And now, all she wanted to do was go outside and try it out, to see if she could replicate it, if she could push herself farther than she ever had before. Her mind was so focused on chasing that feeling that she didn't consider the loss of memories - the loss of loved ones she held only in her mind. 

	The door then swung open, banging up against the wall. A brunette with glasses had evidently kicked it open, holding a breakfast burrito in one hand and a coffee in the other. "You guys mind if I eat while we do this?" the [url=https://64.media.tumblr.com/2282988bfb266d590f799d6db13cdf53/f8d5966ef2bc82b2-b1/s500x750/9fe224fdfbbffd5fb168c9c06e8bdb65590bdf5a.gif]girl[/url] asked, talking with a mouthful of burrito. "I don't usually do this sort of thing, but May is sick, so they asked me to fill in. It's not even my division, but I guess since it's my break they were like [i]go and interrogate the criminals, Darcy, it'll be fun! Your PhD qualifies you for that right?[/i]" the woman rambled, before taking another bite of her breakfast burrito, some bits of potato falling and hitting the ground. 

	[color=FFB795]"Ooh, nice, is that Chipotle? I could kill for some,"[/color] Amelia said, her stomach growling. Sure, it felt like it was early in the morning for them, but Amelia hadn't had breakfast yet. 

	"What's Chipotle?" Darcy asked.
	
[color=84B4E2][b][i]Interrogation Room Z11 - Matt, Maria, Raynor, Flynn -[/i][/b][/color]

	[color=d86615]"It's been over two decades since I was last here, they've unfortunately probably updated their security and covered some blindspots by now,"[/color] Raynor begrudgingly admitted to Maria. He didn't even know how many of his old contacts were still alive and free to help them. 

	Raynor had no idea what Matt was talking about - the Mandela effect? He had jumped through reality before and nothing like that had ever happened to him. [color=d86615]"What are you going on about? That's not a thing,"[/color] Raynor chastised. [color=d86615]"If it was, don't you think it would've happened to me by now?"[/color] [i]Or Sparky?[/i] Although Raynor left that part out. He still hadn't managed to find a good way to bring this up to Sparky - but if the God of Lies were to be honest with himself, he didn't [i]want[/i] to. He didn't want Sparky to know about his past, he didn't want her to know about the world they were both from, he wanted her to be happy and trauma free. But really, he was scared of the way she would look at him - and the longer he went without saying anything, the worse it became. 

	His eye twitched and his nostrils flared at Flynn's words. [color=d86615]"Note to self, brutally murder Oliver at the same time,"[/color] he muttered under his breath. He looked like he was about to say more when the door opened and a woman in a sleek blue uniform stepped inside, her arms crossed. 

	"I'm Agent Rambeau. Are we doing this the easy way or the hard way today?" [url=https://c.tenor.com/gE3ZLavTSs0AAAAd/monica-rambeau.gif]she[/url] asked, taking a seat across from the prisoners.