Gagged, in police custody.

The cell is grey, boring, and empty. The cops didn't believe the stories they were told about you, but nonetheless, they gagged you, and left you in a cell alone, with no cellmates. They're still cops, after all, and, just like you, they enjoy a good power trip.

So now three police officers stand before you, discussing with each other in whispers you can mostly hear, what they should do about this.

You still don't know how you'll be getting out of this one, but you aren't able to ask any questions at the moment, so instead, you just listen, and think.

"Yeah well the chick said he can just ask you a question, and you have to answer it. Obviously bogus. Also, so what, I answer. I tell him, 'yeah, I enjoy my power just as much as my salary, bud, whatcha gonna do about it?' Heh." The first cop, officer Tommy Ushton, is flippant about it.

"You fuckwit," says the blonde cop, officer Lindsey Carmitters, a muscular, top-heavy skinny chick who lowers her voice as soon as she realizes you can hear them. You only catch a few words, but she's berating the dumbass Ushton for his lack of attention to details.

The third cop is quiet. She's a rookie, officer Trudy Kashputh, a slender woman with deep brown eyes, a rack small enough to mostly be undiscernible under her police vest, and an upturned and gloriously round bubble butt. She's mostly eyeing you like she thinks you're a dangerous pervert, but isn't sure, while the other two argue about what to do with their new captive.

"....twenty-four hours," finishes Carmitters, looking back your way just in time to give you a light at the end of this police custody tunnel. If they can't figure out what to do with you, or what to charge you with, in a day's time, you'll be free to go anyway. The small amount of hope this gives you for your predicament is actually less powerful than the fun feeling of urgency it gives you; now you have a timer to beat!

Maybe you could mumble a question, through the gag, but what if it's misunderstood? You still don't know if it's the words you ask or the words they hear that are the magical part. You already know that if you ask a question without two actual options, it can backfire, so asking an unclear question is probably out of the question.

"Mphhmmmphm mmbmmbmmbddmmddddm," you say, trying to tell the cops you 'like women with real big tiddies' just to see if they'll even understand a statement, let alone a question. The taste of the cloth gag is not great, and your words are wholly ignored, so you keep your mouth shut.

Kashputh's eyes are still on you though, so you waggle your eyebrows at her, smirking under your gag. She shakes her head in disdain. At least she can understand your pervy eyes, if not your words. "I don't know, you guys, about any magic powers, but this one's definitely a creeper."

"Well we can't hold him on that, can we, Trude?" says Ushton, making the same face he makes at his his neighbour's chihuahua when it yaps through the fence at him.

"Ushton, you're undermining my authority again!" blurts out the pretty rook. She glances at you again despite herself. "He can hear you, and he thinks it's funny."

"So what, Officer Trude?" he snaps back at her. "He's gagged and cuffed, locked behind bars. You gonna get hypnotized by that?" He jerks his thumb at you, even more unworried about the situation than you are.

All three of them turn to regard you.

Carmitters takes in a deep breath, and says, still staring at you like you're a cubist painting she doesn't quite get, "I dunno, but lets take this conversation to the bullpen, yeah?"

The three of them contemplate you for one last moment before turning to leave. You're about to be locked in here by yourself, apparently for up to twenty-four hours, unless you can find a way to ask your way out, despite the gag?