Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi - you're my only hope!

[secondcity_npc]

Characters: A bunch of time-lost folks and YOU!
Time: Late Sunday night
Location: The American Girl Place
Content: Trolls, hippies, and American Girl dolls.
Format: Action!
Warnings: Nonsensical 50s slang and mention of wars long since gone by

Comments

[outtabubblegum]

[Trolls, why did it have to be trolls. He'd been having such a nice day, and then just when he'd been about to get some sleep when he'd felt something major going on in the city. Now here he was freezing his butt off, sans coat, running down a street towards a couple people who looked like they had raided a movie set for their attire and a trio of beings who looked like they wanted to grind the human's bones to make their bread...or brownies if the tie dye shirts were any indication.]

Hey! Anyone who didn't pay the bridge toll get behind me now!

[nowhere_winry]

Winry had found it difficult to sleep since the brothers' disappearance. She'd taken to wandering around the hotel at all hours of the night, catching sleep curled up in a chair, almost afraid to go back to the room she'd shared for such a short time with the Elrics. When one of the hotel staff mentioned 'more of those strange people' appearing, she'd taken off, wondering if, maybe, Ed and Al had come back.

Instead, she'd found herself chasing after Harry, nearly spinning out of control and crashing into him at the sight of the strangers...and the even stranger beings.

"W-what is that?" Her heart plummeted as she realized neither Ed nor Al were in with the group of strangers.

[fightanddefend]

[Rosette had caught sight of Harry heading out of the hotel at top speed. She'd seen that sort of quick, purposeful run before, and it meant only one thing: trouble. One split-second decision later, she'd taken off after him, grateful that she never went anywhere without her holster - she might well need it.

That was when she caught sight of what had riled Harry and skidded to a stop next to him, gun already drawn and- damn, the other girl wasn't a fighter, was she? Rosette steps in front of her, just in case]

Nothing good.

[secondcity_npc]

[Around the same time Harry, Winry, and Rosette run up, one of the members in the group - an Asian woman wearing a tan dress, a dishtowel still in her damp hands - notices the trolls and screams. The others notice too, let out shouts of alarm and fear, and immediately scatter.

The trolls make some grunting sounds, stagger closer to the group, and then they start moving at a pace that seems impossible for their size]