D-Dawn?

Hey, um.

[He sounds nervous, unsure. There's a little tremor in his voice.]

I'm... hungry.

I didn't know what it was at first. I'd forgotten what it was like. But I'm hungry!

And it's not going away. Wh-what can I do?

[It's pretty dark, but looking closely at the screen might reveal a barely-visible copper-colored mask. Someone familiar with the boy would recognize Alphonse Elric's helmet.]

I...

...guess the muffin shop is closed for now.

Dawn's [ an idiot - in trouble - in serious, serious trouble - not my problem - the biggest problem ever - not my ( Read more... )

[Miss Kitty has trotted across the dresser, stopped, pawed at the Forge, and perhaps her batting was forceful, or perhaps the Mist just intervened. Regardless, it's the interior of the newly finished shoppe, Neopolitan Ice Cream colored tiles, and the sounds of music coming from the Memory Recorder in the center. No, wait. Is the a boombox just in ( Read more... )

Okay.

First things first. Because first things should come first unless...

...I have no idea where I was going with that.

Anyway.

Summers and Elric Muffin Alchemy Incorporated is proud to announce its official opening. We've been kind of open for a while, but we like to think of this as Opening: The Sequel, or---

Um, Dawn, the sign says...

---dangit. ( Read more... )

[The forge kicks on. There's not much on the screen: a semi-dark room, a chair everything is viewed sideways ( Read more... )

[A transmission begins. It's Alphonse Elric who appears on the screen. He's silent, still, just looking into the camera. The sky behind him is cloudy, and looks very cold ( Read more... )

[The forge hisses on. It's silent for a few seconds and then...]

Hello.

[A brief pause.]

Um. Has anyone seen Dawn?

I-It's not unusual for her to... be gone a while, but she's left some weird messages, and she never came home last night.

I-I'm not worried, it's just... I can't get a hold of her. She usually at least replies to my messages. ( Read more... )

[A paw swipes the at the screen, repeatedly - it's not hard to guess that this is how it came to turn on in the first place. There is a closeup of a tiny (now very large!) pink nose, and a little jolt as the forge is headbutted by Miss Kitty Edwardico.]

---Pepto Bismol. I think they were pleather. Seriously.

[As the kitten scampers off, Dawn ( Read more... )

[The forge clicks on. The image is a bright glare of white nothingness. Occasionally something swings into view, blurry, and moving wildy. It's a tree, probably. Something gray-brown and drab, anyway. And every now and then you see something grey and cold and swirly. That might be the sky. You hear a young boy humming, and the crunchcrunchcrunch of ( Read more... )

[Suddenly it's the inside of a partially painted room, chairs and tables against one wall, and glass-fronted cases beside an old-timey cash register on the other. Al looks about as defeated as a metal suit can look, and sinks into a chair.]

---yes. [Exasperated sigh.] I'm sure. I'm really, really sure.

[Dawn's voice is heard off-forge, a little too ( Read more... )