[A: Phone, roughly 4 AM]
Prussia, get over here. Bring me some of your clothes. Eirin... you as well.

[B: Action; roughly 6 AM]
[Olivier is sitting on the couch, staring intently at a crumpled piece of paper and a photograph she holds with unusual gentleness. It's false, a ruse, a ploy, she knows it... But there's nothing she can take lightly ( Read more... )

[Unfiltered.]"The enemy of my enemy is my friend ( Read more... )

Lieutenants, militia captains, report in. I want your status, location, resources, and what you've observed so far ( Read more... )

[The calmest of voices to be heard today, possibly. She speaks with force, tone icy, detached. If this doesn't work, she's prepared for the worst.]

Restriction Sigma Alpha Beta.

How do we put it back in place, and will it get us back to Mayfield?

Grady, you pigs, are you listening?

[Olivier has been listening in for a few hours; pretend it's morning. She's answered the door when called to, and despite being CRABBY about not having her stuff, she's remained calm.

She was also assigned to make beet salads for every factory picnic. WHAT.]Well ( Read more... )

Another holiday? I'm assuming I should be cautious. However, in light of what happened on Mother's Day, those who were accidentally compelled to bring me toasters may each ask one small favor of me. I think it only fair.

[Filtered to Eirin]There's been news from home. I'm apparently still alive. But I have no idea what it means; I've been here the ( Read more... )

...Does anyone know where I can get a toaster on short notice?

[[ooc; If you want to get ordered around by her, this is a great way to start. XD]]

[Olivier wakes up in the bed for once, gasping for breath for a moment before she goes stone silent. Her chest still hurts, but this is Mayfield. She's still coughing up blood, but this is Mayfield. She wonders if she died, if this is what it's like... And she remembers a voice in her head ( Read more... )

[Olivier sounds ever so slightly shaken on the phone. This call goes out to everyone.]

I need a doctor at 1451 Mitchell. Immediately.

[As an afterthought:] Is everyone suffering strange effects right now? I keep... having issues.

[Finally, and despite all evidence from the town that says it would be a terrible idea, Olivier opens a rather large parcel. In it? Her glorious Amestrian military uniform, though devoid of medals and ribbons, and sans her luxurious winter coat. Who needs that shit, anyway?]I have an entire closet full of dresses that can be taken off my hands now ( Read more... )