Knowhere IC

Thank you to those who helped with the arrays.

I'm.. Not sure what else to say. Sorry maybe too.

[Filtered; Alphonse Elric]
several hours after this

How long did it take you to figure this out?


[Filtered; Marco]

Come to the lab today.

Alphonse is going to give you the short version of alchemical theory.

[Filtered to the Colonel]

I can't find Ed. He left sometime this morning and he hasn't come home.

Who: Colonel Mustang & Lieutenant Hawkeye
What: It’s Roy’s birthday!
When: Evening, Oct. 2nd
Where: Roy & Riza’s Apartment
Rating: PG-13
Status: Log - Complete

( Alphonse Elric knew the Colonel’s birthday and had been eager to tell his brother and York, and the three of them had thrown Roy a little party. )

Who: Edward Elric & Roy Mustang (with York cameo)
What: Ed gets taken to the Medic
When: Right after the Tribble Array
Where: Through Knowhere & to the Med Bay
Rating: PG
Status: Log - Complete

( The event when Ed had connected all the arrays had been a spectacle. )

Who: Roy Mustang & Marco
What: Alchemy, bitches
Where: Roy's lab
When: Two days after this
Warnings | Status: Veterans | Log - Complete

( Marco’s eyes lit up just as much as they had when Roy had summoned fire )

Thank you, for those of you that helped my subordinate Edward with his work. He's recovering now and once he's ready, we'll see to repairing damages, if any, we've incurred with the alchemy.

We apologize for the inconvenience of the last few days. As a reminder, Georgia Mason has offered to conduct tests if you feel concerned about your [...] reproductive status.

[Filtered; York, Alphonse Elric]

When Ed wakes, tell him I have a new project for him. I want him to design a pair of eye shades sunglasses for Georgia Mason. One that'll dampen the light from an array. It's the least he can do, given the circumstances.

Help him out, Alphonse.

Who: Roy Mustang & Marco (Harry Dresden cameo)
What: Marco gives the nerdy alchemist a scientific calculator
Where: Roy's lab
When: After the tribbles are gone and Ed stops trying to die.
Warnings | Status: Veterans | Log - Complete

( What was it? Oh. Right. Roy was old as dirt. )

can someone bring me some narcotics and triptans and a bucket and sedatives question mark

i can't see comma so i can't go period

i'm at the truck period

Knowing that certain friends wouldn't agree in the creation of further martyrs I'm just going to ask where everyone is and when they're coming back. You do know, right?

Who: The Freelancers, Roy Mustang & Edward Elric
What: Ed and Roy see the MJOLNIR armor for the first time.
When: Evening, right after this.
Where: The Observatory
Rating: PG-13
Status: Log - Complete

( It kept the tribbles out. It didn’t keep out the Spartans. )

Where's my brother? He's not back yet. Anyone heard from Alphonse Elric? I don't

The apartment's been over-run.. I tried to keep them out, but there was no where to push them to.

I went out the window and I'm sitting on the roof..

I'm okay! No need to worry, but..

I'm sorry, Brother

Once an evacuation plan is in place, do you all have a rough idea who is staying?...I finished the arrays design tonight. I heard there are some volunteers to draw it that weren't alchemists. I'll have to send it to you to practice drawing. It's...not easy and it needs to be exact.

These damnable creatures, may they be eaten by hounds in Hel!

No sooner did I arrive and place my latest supply stores upon the ground did I notice a swarm of them inside the container, having already eaten every last bite! They must have fallen inside from above, likely having burst free of some ventilation.

I'm afraid that my latest delivery will be somewhat lacking. Please, fellows, continue to do your best to ration our wares. I have no doubt we will be - !!!!



No! No, release my cape! I will grind you to a paste beneath my heel, I swear it! Foul, wretched spot!



...ah, pardon my outburst. A small surprise had latched onto my attire.

Now. Despite my hatred for these tribbles, I caution you all: do no business with the Collector. Ignore his offer of reward - it will not profit you in the end. Yes, Tivan, you deplorable lout, I know you are here. You are an unending headache, and should I ever see you, my hammer will swiftly greet you between the eyes.

Who: Colonel Mustang & Lieutenant Hawkeye
What: Discussions about evacuations.. With no yelling.. Yeah right.
When: Evening, after this.
Where: Roy & Riza’s Apartment
Rating: PG-13
Status: Log - Complete

( Like Hell Hawkeye was going to let herself be shuffled off. She was a soldier. She was staying with her Colonel. )

Alright, Knowhere.

We've got something pretty big going down in about two hours. Everyone needs to use their passports and get off the head, stay off for the next eight or so hours. It's safer that way.

Anyone who stays behind when this goes down is risking sterilization. It's not a guarantee but it's a possibility. If that's not something you're worried about, feel free to stay behind and help us. But if it is, you need to leave in the next two hours. Now's a great time to visit Earth and get yourself something to eat. If you haven't used the passports before, find someone who has and they can help you.

Are these creatures inedible?

So, several of our number here wish to end this ordeal with ice, and yet others would see it done in fire. How strange that the threat of these tiny creatures would inspire such poetry.


I am concerned, however, that our divided attentions will only prolong the problem, and it is a war of attrition that will surely claim many of us soon. Since my arrival to Knowhere, I have been dashing back and forth from here to Earth and other supply posts nearby literally non-stop - and I can honestly admit that I can go no faster and safely carry no more at a time. As my skills are not suited to subtlety, I can likely contribute nothing else to this dilemma; I will instead continue my efforts to relieve our barren stores.

Whoever is currently commanding this station must decide upon a solution. And to any who would see these 'Tribbles' spared...steel your nerve. We may yet fail to be skilled or kind enough to allow them to live.



[Edit]

A thought occurs, albeit perhaps without merit. Can we determine a way to lure them to one point? Are they attracted to a sound, or a smell? If they are all together, it would be a simple task for me to either destroy them all, or use a portal to take them away.

[after this]

[Filtered away from Alphonse Elric]

Wizards, mutants.

If you don't know me, my name is Roy Mustang. I'm a State Alchemist and my specialty is fire. I have an ability to manipulate the oxygen density in the air into precise patterns. It's a practiced, effective attack that allows me to target my enemies and bypass my allies at will.

I'm asking you, for the purposes of this extermination, to let me weave your flames with mine so I we can produce a controlled, precise burn.

No one needs to get hurt.