Doors

[Private to Luke H]

Don't know how, but I want to help find MK.

[And then, stupidly because he may never get to speak to her again.]

[Call to MK's cell]

Ring, ring.

[ooc: my apologies for her innocence on this matter. She means no offense and comes from a country where arranged marriages are not so uncommon still and it's expected that women marry. Just genuinely curious!]

So it is possible for girls to date girls? What about boys dating boys? That's possible, too?

Ah, so this is what Amestris is like through this door. A bit boring without the homunculi attempting to destroy the world around them.

Greetings, people of...wherever you're all from! I'm Roy Mustang, your friendly neighborhood firestarter, so to speak. From what I've gathered, alchemy doesn't exist on the other side of this door, though I'd be tempted to make the poor boy who I walk around with check that out in the local library. I doubt he'd gain access to a military library, though. That's where all the good secrets are hidden.

[At the end of this.]

[Individually locked to Anton, Sam, Louis, and Ezra.]

If anyone should need to find me for anything, please contact Alfred P on the journals.
Thank you,
Iris

[as Peggy C.; the handwriting is feminine but sharp and to the point.]

It seems as though I've been misplaced. To whom am I reporting to now?

[Private to Jonah.]

Want to hear a secret?

[The Paris newspapers are filled with the news that was released Friday afternoon, and the streets are abuzz. The Opera House, which had been closed for some time and suffered a fire in the recent months, will be reopening under new management. Vicomte Raoul de Chagny has reportedly taken a more active role in the Opera House, stepping up from being a patron of the arts to owner. He tells the press that he is excited to bring the Opera House back to its glory, and hopes to open to a sold out house later this summer.]

[Talking through the door and into the next room. Jack was sitting with Gus, but he's moved over to the door now, after checking the journals again for a response from Wren and seeing nothing.]

Luke. Is something going on?

[Riiyyyiiing. Rings can sound drunk.]

[testing 1, 2, 3...]

It's 98 degrees and 9 PM. So glad I decided to move to a desert.