-=There isn't much to say. With the past week of Edward not sleeping, becoming paranoid, and loosing his mind, it's finally quiet in the Elric's shop. As soon as the Surge broke, Ed fell on his bed, passed out cold.=-

-=Aww... he's snoring!=-

-=she's dressed thankfully and really isn't noticing that the Chanter's on. She's rocking back and forth in her seat, looking perplexed and worried, a low, monotone hum running through her.=-

I want my treatment.

May I go to my treatment now?

Topher? Boyd? Paul?

Sierra?

[The chanter flickers on to show Alfons asleep in his bed.  There's obvious dark circles under his eyes, as he's barely gotten a few hours' sleep total over the past few days.  Maybe tonight will be different...

... or maybe not, as it seems that he's starting to stir.

Alfons' brows furrow, his jaw setting slightly as he starts to let out small, ( Read more... )

*Roy is seated at a modest desk in a small modest room, writing over a notebook of some sort, his left hand resting his head in a familiar pose he used to take at his desk when he 'worked' on every day papers. Roy pulled his body up from its writing position and stretched his back along the chair frame, his arms above his head, clasped for full ( Read more... )

[Stands looking out of the window of her room, arms folded around her. The chanter is positioned so that it mostly picks up her back, but a bit of her left side ( Read more... )

[She's pacing around in front of the chanter, she looks worried..perplexed.]

I don't get it..what am I missing? Something's just not sitting right.

[She pauses and leans against the side of the window, staring out.]

What is it? What the hell is wrong?

[And..back to pacing she goes.]

I have to figure it out..

((I have hardly any excuse for my lame ( Read more... )

-=Ed wakes with a start, eyes wide open with a thin sheen of sweat running down his face. He's panting with the sheets all tangled around his limbs. After a few moments, clarity blinks into his eyes and he moans softly, stretching before climbing out of bed.=-

That dream, again...-=A few moments later, he's no longer just in his boxers, but his ( Read more... )

... Wish we had a marketing plan. Business is slower than molasses in January.

[Alfons flicks the Chanter on and gives it a thoughtful look, and then a small smile, just barely curving at the corners of his mouth.  As usual, Wessen is curled up by his side.  The creature seems clingier than ever before, ever since...

Alfons starts to speak, his voice quiet.]

I am sorry if I scared anyone.  I don't quite understand what happened ( Read more... )

[Remembering something and also trying to forget what she failed epically to do last week, Orihime is...fighting a losing battle at making a cake, because she is not used to old school and magic instead of technology]

It shouldn't be this hard-

[poof...flour explosion, utter mess D:]

...I can't do anything right recently[And if anyone is ( Read more... )