Stu had got a pig and put it in the ground and Janie was feeling well enough to prepare most of the rest of the food. Seemed that folks weren't feeling their right selves and when shit went south, it was time for a party ( Read more... )

There were Things to Be Done.

Klaus was an industrious sort of boy, and was perhaps relieved that in spite of the dubious nature of De Worde's mental processes1, he was not a lay-about. Having been through this before, after finding the treehouse empty, he wasted no time in setting up shop at one of the tables in the rec room, a stack of paper ( Read more... )

The start of the morning was not a good one. For one thing, what started as a simple attempt to roll over, turned into a struggle not unlike that of being tied in a straight jacket, and ended with the feel of a short, painful fall to the floor ( Read more... )

The snow had gone, and Winry wasn't really sorry about that. Especially since it had left her an excellent present in return - a blowtorch just like the one she'd had back home, with fuel and everything. So she'd spent the last few days tinkering with it, but that tinkering was hampered by the fact that she didn't have very much metal with her. ( Read more... )

If you had been upstairs in the compound at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so instantaneous that it ( Read more... )

Winry and Dairine have some not-at-all-girly girl talk, some of it revolving around Ed, some of it revolving around the light Winry's found lurking in her woodpile. Dated to... earlier in December, just after the snow fell, fades to black.

Ed stays glued to his brother's bedside with Alphonse is laid up in the clinic (due to a run in with an angry dinosaur). Winry gets wind of the brother's situation, and makes an appearance at the clinic. She chews out Edward, and then tries her best to reassure him.
Dated to the morning of Thursday, November 30

Later that evening, Al wakes up!. ( Read more... )

Just when Quatre thought he was getting used to the island, it went and changed again. The sand, despite being beach rather than desert, had been comforting and familiar, and the warmth was pleasant. And then one morning, he woke up and it had snowed.

Snowed.It wasn't that Quatre had never seen snow, only that his experience with it had been ( Read more... )

Winry stuck the following note to the compound bulletin board:

In need of a mechanic?

Experienced, highly qualified automail mechanic available to take care of all your machinery needs. Repairs, restorations, and new construction!

Please see Winry Rockbell at the treehouse. (map below)

Also searching for scrap metal of any variety!
At the ( Read more... )

Edward stops by Winry's treehouse (okay, what isn't quite a treehouse yet but will be soon) to get a tuneup on his automail. Winry yells at him a little a lot for letting himself get all banged up, and Edward has a little breakdown over the fact that he's going to be stuck with this automail for good. Winry gives him a shoulder bandana to cry on, ( Read more... )