War Is Coming Communications.

Right, so I made a bunch of double chocolate cakes with cream cheese frosting, because chocolate makes everything better, true facts.

If you want one, let me know...or I can totally eat them all on my own.

If this is someones idea of a freaking joke, it's really not freaking funny. The dead cannot come back to life. I know that better than anyone. And there's no such thing as ghosts, so quit freaking taunting me already

I can't keep looking at her. Why won't she leave me alone? I can't take this much longer

[Mustang]
okay, you're probably not on drugs. unless they hit the whole complex.

The infirmary is haunted, or the more likely factor here is I've been drugged. What did you give me? Explain, now.

..Infirmary again. I thought I was done with infirmaries.

[ooc: Roy was brought to the complex infirmary after his thread with Edward-still drained, requiring painkillers and blind in one eye, wheee.]

I'm going to be out of town for a day or so.

Meg's back.

Damn you Seal.

Y'know boys, if you'd wanted to take me home, all you had to do was ask nicely.

I am General Roy Mustang. If this is a kidnapping it was rather poorly constructed attempt. This is your only warning, release me or you will discover why they call me the Flame Alchemist.