xxxG W E N x Q U E E N-L A N C E
Gwen watched with wide eyes as Jensen downed her alcohol, she didn't even wince once, Gwen's eyes watered at the thought of even sipping what she was drinking. Neither she nor Jensen reacted to Ross leaving, even though one of them probably should have made sure he got to his room at the very least, but Gwen needed to be caught up on what was happening. Unfortunately, a drink-to-forget Jensen was her only option right now.
"I dunno, like some giant clusterfuck. You seen the hole in the side of the building?" Jensen took another drink, giving Gwen some time to reply.
"It's hard to miss," Gwen put it bluntly. "Although the ballroom is something else."
"So there's this... gala, right, there's United Nations and bloody Thaddeus Ross, some winged gal joining us from the U.N. Temporarily. Whatever. If she's a spy, she's doing a shit job of it because she just went up on stage and announced it to the entire ballroom that she was joining as a student. Then these goons fuckin' blast a hole into the ballroom. Boom." Jensen expanded her hands outwards, as if mimicking the explosion she was making the sound effects for, her hand was about an inch away from hitting Gwen in the face. "And they have these gas... things. They're grabbing students. Shot a claw right through Wren's chest like Moby Dick." Gwen audibly gasped, the image in her head wasn't one she wanted to remember for very long, she grabbed her wine glass and downed whatever was left of it, as the bartender returned to top it up, she silently indicated for him to leave the bottle. "Couldn't stop them, you know. They were prepared for us. I watched them pull Wren into a waiting helicopter. Then some bastard whacked me in the face - pow - and jabbed me with a needle. Next thing I know, I wake up feeling like shit." The sound that came from Jensen's mouth wasn't a particularly pleasant one, but Gwen could recognise that it was a laugh. "But when don't I feel like shit? I'm used to it. I'm worried about Wren. Pretty, tough, dangerous Wren... at least they can't kill her. Well, they could. But she'll be back. Hasta la vista, baby." Gwen raised an eyebrow as Jensen started cackling at her own joke, she could appreciate wanting to laugh given the situation, anything to keep yourself from ruminating on it she guessed.
"Christ, any wonder an alert was sent out. Who else did they take?" Gwen then chewed her lower lip for a bit, she looked at her cackling, drunk bar buddy. She wasn't oblivious to the fact that Jensen was a little more than focused on Wren during her retelling, but she would eventually get to that point, even if she should keep her nose out of Jensen's business. She took a sip from her wine glass and picked up her phone to double check if she'd received any new notifications. There was none.
xxxH A R L E Y x W I L L I A M S
Harley was awoken by the noise of screaming, he'd grown accustomed to the screams he could hear at the facility, but these screams, they were different. These weren't the screams that came from cruel experiments on unwilling subjects, these screams got their origins from outright torture. He looked across the hall at the blond woman who'd been his silent neighbour for some time.
"I wonder how long it'll be until it's us making those noises." Harley leant against his glass cell, then his face went flush. "Not in like, a sexual way. Just that... What I mean is I wonder how long these people will keep us before they decide we're disposable." He stuck his face right up against the glass and angled himself to try and get a better view of the facility, he'd established long ago that it wasn't a hospital, but it definitely wasn't a prison either, from what he could gather. There was guards, sure, but their corridor was only patrolled every so often, not constantly guarded.
He looked back the girl and smiled, "I'm Harley, by the way. Harley Williams. Probably should have introduced myself sooner, since we've been sharing this corridor for some time."