Ah, happier times~!

[col_roy_joseph]

Who: Roy Mustang, Open
What: Roy's experiment had results even he couldn't have anticipated...
Where: The streets of Town
When: After this event on Sunday
Warnings: Updated as needed

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[col_roy_joseph]

He tried to draw associations between what was being asked for and what he knew. A pod? Was it a seed? A wallet? Slang for some kind of book or passport? Apparently it was something that could be used to write things down, or something you needed for travel, because the young man wanted it so that they could look at the data. But the young man's "elite pod" had been stolen, so he wanted another.

"I lost mine," he said, unhappy that he didn't know if that was the truth. He didn't have any pods that he knew of; he didn't even have identification. He'd checked his pockets on the way out of the building, and all he'd found was a silver watch. It didn't even have his name on it.

Maybe the watch was his only clue. Or maybe he really had blown up his own house, and now had nowhere to live. Was he homeless?

Don't panic. You'll figure it out. At the very least, there's that policewoman. She has to help you, she's a civil servant.

Disappointment and worry flattened his features, save for a small crease between his brows. "Thanks anyway, friend. I appreciate the offer. I guess I'll be seeing you."