♨ Eighteen Apples and Cinnamon - Voice / Action ♨

[crytearsofjoy]

I was expecting to be dressed in a costume not of my choosing, but is it too much to ask for something practical? I have work to do! Long flowing sleeves is hazardous, and I can't even take them off. The hair arrangement is out of this world, too.

[Some may find her sitting in a creepy, gnarled, wooden bench outside of the smithy. Avoiding the

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[lists_to_port]

[Jack is actually along to steal more tools from you, Winry. Don't mind him walking right past the beautiful wench on the bench. Which rhymes. He thinks about that rhyme and plans later to write a dirty bit of doggerel about it.

ALSO---ETA---you may not NOTICE it's Jack at first, as he's covered in a simple white sheet with holes cut for the eyes. A ghost costume of simplest make.]

'Allo, lovely.

[crytearsofjoy]

[Oh, how cute. Winry thinks she recognizes that voice, but...]

Hello.

[lists_to_port]

[The guy in the sheet does a double-take. This is not just some random beauty. It's---]

Winry! You clean up very nicely indeed, love!

[crytearsofjoy]

[So obviously it's someone who knows her. It has to be-]

Is that you, Mr. Jack?

[markofthewise]

[By now, Sokka's super strength is a tad under control. He, however, is not. He's a little annoyed by the fact he looks like a total jerkass. He has the whole outfit, sans the hair. His own hair just won't stay up in a hairtie today. Also, his sister was kidnapped too. He's not thrilled about that. He figures he can work off some of that annoyance by trying to do stuff at work. Maybe if he just is really careful...

Of course, he sees an unfamiliar sight on his way there. What the...]

Yue? [No, of course not. Yue has white hair.] Winry!?

[crytearsofjoy]

[Sokka! Is she glad to see yo-

No. Those pants, that jacket - Winry stands up, looking a little more annoyed than before.] Is this a joke?!

[markofthewise]

[... yeah, he was expecting that. He glances down at the ground, awkwardly pulling off one of those white gloves. Yeah, it will be back, but it's an unconscious way of reminding himself that he still has a regular arm, unlike the owners of these clothes.]

If it is, it's not mine! These clothes keep coming back on me, no matter what I do!

[crytearsofjoy]

[The girl frowns. She hates this Halloween already.]

Right. It's not your fault. [She sits back down to continue her pouting.]

[voice]

[slaying]

At least you have sleeves.

[voice]

[crytearsofjoy]

You don't?

[voice]

[slaying]

Or anywhere near a modest hemline. But--having a peek around this morning? I don't even have it near the worst.

[voice]

[crytearsofjoy]

Can you at least bring a jacket out with you?

[after_march]

[It had to happen eventually, right? Along comes April, in this outfit, looking to borrow a soldering gun if you've got one around, Winry.]

Oh, hi--uh---this is the smithy, right?

[crytearsofjoy]

[Well that catches her attention.] Why - Yes, actually. Yes it is. Do you need help?

[after_march]

I need to find a soldering iron. I'm doing a little project back at home right now. And...I know I look like a clown. It's not my usual thing.

[crytearsofjoy]

That's all right, a lot of people are dressed up against their will. Allow me to show you our tools. My name is Winry, and I work in the smithy... usually.

[She stands, and motions for April to follow her.]

[Voice]

[meanandgreen]

You try takin' yours off?

[Frustrated Raph is frustrated. You can hear it in the way his words hiss through his teeth. He just might've woken up like this this morning.]

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy]

No, I already know what happens from other people. You have one too?

[Voice]

[meanandgreen]

[Growled:] Yeah.

I cut it off, and next time I look it's all back again! And it itchin' like crazy.

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy]

Maybe you should get some anti-itch lotion instead of trying to get rid of it?