...so much for going home.

This crime list is so bogus. I'm a good guy! Good guys don't go to prison! We're supposed to put the bad guys in prison! Aww maaaaan...

This is so not fair...


((Whiney BB is whiney. Also tags will be sporadic until I get home))

A prison. Under the sea. For the rest of my life. Tell me this is a joke. Parks, a beach, a library... Are you even sure this is a prison? Because it doesn't really sound like it.

Okay, fine, I admit, I screwed up in the past. Yeah, I did all those things. But does that really warrant being here until I die? Can't I get out faster on good behavior or something? And are these chains really necessary?

Damnit. Don't I at least get a phone call? It's really important. I have to give my younger brother a message so he'll know where I am and what to do while I'm here. He's just a kid and doesn't have anyone else...

What did you say your name was? Acumen? Hey! Is anyone even listening to me?

...

This place sucks. And what the hell is a computer anyway...

Since we have new arrivals and for those who don't know me, my name is Lyle Dylandy and I'm the History teacher. The first class will be held today for anyone interested in attending and it won't conflict with the baseball game.

Fletcher, Brother, I'm sorry I didn't come home last night...

Has... anyone ever fallen into one of those big holes that appeared in the ground before?

[Sometime during the afternoon of the day that Ed had brought his brother to the hospital he'd slipped out to get some food, and catch up with Russel and Fletcher in person.

It wasn't long before he returned to Al's hospital room, two sandwiches in hand - one already half eaten but obviously re-wrapped while the other remained entirely intact as he slipped back into the room without even bothering to knock. Edward hadn't bothered to ask if his brother was hungry before leaving, but it didn't hurt to offer.

He knew there was still the matter of trying to determine if they were even truly from the same world, but he wasn't sure how they were going to prove that or how he would handle being face to face with another Al that wasn't his brother.]

Hey, Al- I brought you back a sandwich, if you want.





[ooc: /so fail.]

[ooc: Takes place right after some arguing in Al's post. Ed's meeting Al at the shelter, so anyone can feel free to bump into him on his way there or when he first gets there. The thread with Al is closed, but if you want a character to pop in on the two of them together please let me know OOC! And uh, he'll have his communicator on so any contact there will also be responded to. Ed's default communicator mode is video unless stated otherwise.]

[Ed would have made his way to the shelter easily enough if it hadn't been for the lizards prowling the streets in packs. For the most part he'd stuck with trying to dodge them, because he didn't want to have to explain to his brother why 'staying safe' had been such a difficult task. However it didn't take long for him to come face to face with one of the creatures, and backing away ceased to be an option when the thing's friends made their presence known as well.

And he had been doing so good at avoiding them, up until this point. Taking on a defensive stance and trying not to turn his back on a pesky lizard would have been easy enough to do if they weren't already closing in on all sides - so he did the first thing he could think of. Jumping up before they got a chance to lunge and kicking one hard in the face with his left leg...

Once he reaches the shelter, Ed stays by the door to watch for Al despite being told to remain inside for his own safety. He's not going to sit comfortably inside while his brother was still at risk. His sleeve is torn and his clothes are stained with blood, but he seems clear of any obvious injuries - looking more worn out than anything.

The first thing he does when he arrives is check the communicator, frowning.]

Fletcher? Where are you and your brother staying?

[Al's voice sounds out of breath and is laced with pain.]

S-sorry, Russell... Fletcher... I think I... might not make it home tonight...

[Some sounds of metal clanking can be heard in the background.]

[Ed's looking- well, slightly annoyed for Ed, pissed off to anyone that doesn't know him - and not really looking straight forward. He took his time to explore and get comfortable with the communicator before attempting to use the damn thing. The idea of alternate worlds and different uses of technology isn't entirely foreign to him, but he's not going to pretend to just be okay with this new development. In fact, he's really not okay with it at all.]

All right, so it wasn't a dream. I get it. I'm a sinner and a criminal, and I deserve to be here. Wherever the hell here is, but if the guy in charge is so flawless - what is he doing capturing little kids?

[Leave it to Ed to forget that he probably would have qualified to be here at the age of ten. The last part is mumbled to himself as he pulls the communicator off again.]

And if it is- it's... another world without alchemy.


[ooc: Okay so. I did intentionally wait to post, because I wanted Ed to have some IC time to inspect the communicator and everything before actually using it, but then my life got really insane for about a week, so my putting it off a day stretched... forever. I'm really sorry about that guys, but he's in now so- hopefully I didn't mess anything up.]

[The video comes on, and Russel looks pissed as hell. And covered in pentacles.]

Okay, I've dealt with a lot of shit here, but this takes the fucking cake. I want this shit off of me, and now. And if anyone wants to claim responsibility for it, I'd be glad to give them what they deserve.

I'm sick of this shit. What the fuck is going on?

[Al wakes up in the hospital, still feeling exhausted. It takes him a little bit to remember what happened... He must have fallen asleep while being brought here.

Tama jumps up on the bed and walks up to him, meowing. Al smiles a little and reaches down to stroke the cat gently, speaking in a drowsy voice.] Hi, Tama...

[Al looks around for his communicator and fumbles for it, checking to see that it is only a day later. He breaths in a sigh of relief. Thanks are in order and he wants to reassure anyone who was worried about him the other day, so he turns the voice on.]

Uhm... Thank you for helping me the other day, Conrad...

[... And then he finally notices a braided blond passed out in a chair nearby.] Brother...?

Ooooh! There are so many big words and numbers that poor little old me just can't understand.

[Whistles anyway~]

For a prison it looks more like a city. Should I be impressed? Maybe I would be if the welcoming party was actually welcoming. Not that I expected it to be. It is prison.Look! I even got my own special little ball and chain. Isn't it precious?~

[Al wakes up very tired. He wants to just roll over and go back to sleep, but he listens to Acumen's morning announcements. What he hears worries him. Impaired functions? Unusual lifesigns? Comatose?

He sits up in bed, Tama meowing and brushing up against him for attention. He manages a small smile, giving his cat two pats before he climbs to his feet, takes two steps forward, and flops to the floor lightheaded.

What was going on...? Was something going around? Al closes his eyes and leans his head back against the bed. He's probably just sick... He'll probably be fine... Just needs to get more sleep... He doesn't want to worry anyone. But... Acumen said that people should go to the hospital... He isn't sure about unusual lifesigns but impaired functions...

He could just climb back in bed and sleep... but Al hesitates. Their mother had been sick and she'd acted like nothing was wrong with her. She'd died because she hadn't wanted to worry anyone, because she hadn't gotten help. Al doesn't think he is that bad; surely he can't be that sick... but that nagging worry is still in the back of his mind. Get an adult, then. Get someone to help, since he feels so very tired and doesn't think he can get there on his own.

Al doesn't want to worry Ed or Winry... Akane's friend had just died... Conrad. Ask Conrad.

His mind isn't thinking very clearly, however, so even though he doesn't want to worry anyone else, he forgets to put a filter on to just his friend. He sounds exhausted.]

C-Conrad...? Are you... are you busy...?

[Al sounds frustrated and a little out of breath.]

Brotheeeeer, can you come help me pleaaaaase? I'm in the library... [Yeah Al is totally in full on little brother weebling mode.]

[OOC: Warning! Thread will probably contain loads of Elric brother fluff that may or may not make your teeth rot. Read at your own risk! =P]

Uhm, Brother...? I have something I want to talk to you about... [He sounds very hesitant.]

So, where would a guy go to get porn around here?

[It's early in the morning and Al is outside with some chalk. He's carefully drawing circles on the ground and practicing his alchemy, making little toys like a small statue of Den, a train car, a tiny house, some toy soldiers... When he's done, though, he transmutes them back into the floor since he doesn't want to get into trouble for 'defacing property'.

Then Al makes another circle, this time transmuting a one foot tall suit of armor out of the ground, modeled after the one his dad had in his study where he and Ed started to learn alchemy.

He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.] Okay... You did it once before...

[Al opens his eyes, a determined look in them as he places his hands against the circle and concentrates. Blue markings light up around the armor for a moment, then fade away. A slow grin comes onto Al's face as he leans back, watching the little armor take a few steps forward on it's own.]

I did it!

[He lets out a delighted laugh as the armor does a few punches and kicks into the air, then sets off walking, changing directions every so often.]

Wonder how far I can make it go...

[Off the armor goes, straight in one direction, not stopping this time.]

[Al is trying to keep the fact that he had also been stabbed yesterday a secret. The bots came and brought him to the hospital after it happened, so he's better now.

Now all he has to do is get a new shirt in order to not be found out. He can fix the tear with alchemy but he's not so sure about the bloodstains. There was the risk of being seen if he went home to get a new one, so Al is attempting to get to the clothing store unnoticed, doing his best to hide his bloodstained shirt under his jacket.]

[Feeling oddly worry-free today, Winry decides today should be the day she should fix up Ed's automail. She hasn't exactly been talking to him since that kiss. But with her mind off that, and having nothing to work on now that her sample automail is done, she really ought to get working on his limbs. Last she saw, they were all battered and scratched up and definitely needed some tuning.

But first she decides to get in touch with that Lind boy's little brother to see if she can arrange time to learn about that air treck technology. Since she hasn't talked to him before, might as well leave that public so anyone else who knows him might be able to tell her if he's got his communicator off or something.

She turns on the video and presents a friendly smile.]

Hello, I'm looking to find an Akito Wanijima? I was told he might be able to tell me a bit about some technology called Air Trecks.

[Private to Ed, shortly after.]

Hey, Ed. Are you around?

[Personally, Teito is looking for some quiet time. He hasn't had much of an opportunity to partake in one of a particular hobby of his - research. Been too loud for that, at least for him to do so and focus on the book and nothing else. Memorizing all the Scriptures is one thing, but he thought that maybe there were some answers in the library. At least it might be another means as to finding out a little more about where all of these different people come from and their literature.

Odd quirk he has, being military trained and yet a diligent reader when the opportunity presented itself.

He's sitting at a table, a book currently in front of him. There are three more on his left and seven on his right.]

[After tromping around in the snow and trying to make Al deeply regret broadcasting that image of his little snow replicas to the entire prison, Ed's gotten exhausted. If running around chasing Al in the snow hadn't been tiring enough, it had taken a whole other kind of energy to try to suppress the color in his face. And to make matters worse, he hadn't exactly succeeded in that particular endeavor. So he simply heads back inside after a while. He probably just needs to calm down some, put all the shenanigans out of his mind for a while, settle down with a book while he gets warmed up in the common area.]

[He wipes his good hand down his face as he steps into the common area. He's really hoping it's empty. But if anyone asks why he's still a bit red, he can blame it on being out in the cold for so long. There's no reason for him to be blushing, after all. No reason at all.]