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[papa_hoho]

[There's a large, blonde man standing in front of the sign. He adjusts his glasses again, scanning it for anything resembling a clue.]

Central.

How did I get here? Could Father have- no, that can't be right...

[trying to ressurect my mangaverse Hoho muse. Eds, Als, have fun, daddy's hooome~]

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[braided_icarus]

[Just. This face.]

[papa_hoho]

[uh oh, that's never a good face. H-hi, Ed! /small wave]

[braided_icarus]

The hell are you doing here, old man?

[papa_hoho]

I haven't worked that out myself, Ed. I only just arrived, you see.

[braided_icarus]

...Have you seen the sign yet?

[papa_hoho]

Yes, one of your familiars pointed it out to me. I'm still not sure what I'm doing here, though.

[He's impressed he hasn't had an automail sandwich come his way yet. Maybe his apprehensiveness shows.]

[braided_icarus]

Familiar-oh. Right. On of the other alternate 'Ed's or whatever. No idea what I'm doing here either. Between home, Mayfield and this place...Hell if I know.

[Possibly because. He doesn't have the auto-mail anymore. At least, not the arm, being taken from just before the transmutation to get Al back.]

[papa_hoho]

[Well that would explain a lot.]

Yes, one of the 'alternate Ed's'. Home, then...Mayfield, you say? Is that another city full of alternates, like this one?

[braided_icarus]

Nope. Not exactly. It's...1950's America.