OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT [open]

[oh_sew_manly]

Characters: Kanji and anyone on the Amestris!
Content: One of the ghosts has stolen a couple of dolls Kanji was working on. He's out trying to find them before anyone else does.
Setting: All over the Amestris. Tag in with whatever part of the ship you're in. He'll be searching most of it.
Time: Right smack in the middle of the ghost plot, during

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[peoplenpudding]

Millie, like most of the ship, was a little disturbed by the ghosts. Meg had taken to staying right by Millie's side at all times, and didn't fuss when she was put in her sling.

Today, however, Meg was fussing. Millie had found two very cute dolls outside her cabin, and Meg wanted to play with them. "You can have them once we find out who they belong to," repeated Millie. "Until then, no!"

[oh_sew_manly]

Kanji rounded the corner, eyes falling on the two dolls the Togepi was playing with. His horror at them being discovered was tempered by how...well, how really cute the Togepi was. Wow.

But the fact that his dolls had been found wasn't something that could be forgotten easily. Stopping in his tracks, Kanji hung back, hesitating. He didn't want to speak up and take responsibility for the dolls. The whole point of finding them again was to make sure no one knew they were his. But he wasn't sure leaving them be would be a good idea -- the woman had said she was looking for who they belonged to. What if she made some kind of public announcement about it?

[peoplenpudding]

Millie and Meg argued for another moment before Meg spotted Kanji. She waved at him, giggling. "Toge!"

"Hm?" Millie turned and spotted Kanji, smiling. "Oh! Hello! Are you looking for something?"

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"...n-no! 'Course not!" Kanji said, defensive.

(That egg thing was really cute. If Kanji hadn't been worried about more dolls getting stolen, he would have decided then and there to try and make a stuffed Togepi.)

"...that thing talks?" he asked, intending to change the subject in addition to being honestly curious.

[chasingwombats]

Chase was in the infirmary pulling out equipment to wrap up his sprained ankle. He had initially been a little sceptical over the reports of the supposed ghosts, but he had been forced to admit that they might have some truth to them when he had felt someone push him down the stairs. Luckily the sprained ankle was the only result.

He stared at the small doll that came out of the cupboard along with the bandages. Who would put that here? Chase didn't think that one of the children would have come in here let alone reach that shelf. He placed it beside him on the table and started wrapping up his foot. He could try find it's owner after.

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Pushing open the door to the infirmary, Kanji glanced around the room furtively. He didn't notice the doctor at first, thanks to a cloth partition that hid Dr. Chase from view, but he did spot the doll on the table.

Heh. Found it. Kanji walked over to it, still not noticing the doctor, and picked up the stuffed rabbit with a grin.

"Three down," he said to himself.

[chasingwombats]

Chase had pretty much finished bandaging up his ankle when he heard Kanji's voice. After his last encounter with spirits he was a little wary. He swung his leg down carefully and slowly pulled back the partition.

"...Hello?"

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Kanji jumped about two feet in the air, nearly dropping the doll. He stared at the doctor, looking both nervous and incredibly guilty.

"Uh...I-I-I can explain," Kanji stammered, knuckles turning white with how tight he was holding onto the stuffed animal.

[bloodychainsaw]

"Aw, aren't you precious~?"

Afraid of ghosts? Don't make this lady laugh out of these heels! Grell had been a bit quiet for a while, just relaxing and taking a break from everything. It was like watching the world like a play from the theater, everyone having their own dramas, tragedies, and comedies.

Ignoring that, the red lady had found something interesting! A cute animal-like doll with a white suit! It does seem familiar yet no bells in the head are ringing. Observing every stitch in this doll, admiring it a bit despite some mistakes.

"Now, who do you belong to, hm? You could use a little more work, but such lovely craftsmanship! Oh, if I was a little girl, I would have taken you home with me~"

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Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Somebody had found one of the de Alkirk dolls. Horror filled Kanji's face as he saw Grell pick the doll up.

This wasn't like an ordinary doll. Kanji had to get it out of Grell's hands. But how...?

"Scuse me," Kanji said, walking up to the tall woman.

[bloodychainsaw]

As he was observing the doll, it seems that someone has found him with the little toy. Grell took a spin on his heels, now facing the newcomer with the doll in one of his hands. From his point of view, this young man seems to be a kid that causes trouble in school and such. Yet, "never judge a book by it's cover" is one of those lessons that follows you everywhere. Maybe this doll belongs to his little sister? Who knows.

"Yes, can I help you?" Grell asks.

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"What're you doing with that?" Kanji asked, nodding at the doll. Hopefully, this woman wouldn't want to keep it too badly and Kanji could talk her into handing it over without looking too suspicious.

It'd take a miracle.

[barrelobuling]

"Hah!"

Bu-ling was in the training room, beating up on a punching bag. She'd even brought An-nin, who was in his own training robes (cut crooked, sewn from the outside, with one leg too short, and overall obviously made by a small child with no money, training or equipment). As the punching bag swung back at her, she jumped into the air and kicked it back.

"Take that nano da!" She ducked its next swing-around, and in doing so, spotted Kanji scanning the area. "Hi, oniichan!"

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Kanji was impressed. The dolls didn't seem to be here, but it wasn't every day you saw a little kid beating the crap out of a punching bag.

"T-that's one heck of a kick," Kanji said, gaping. "You train a lot, kid?"

...and did she have a stuffed monkey there? The punk suddenly felt a surge of disapproval; anyone with any self-respect would have done a better job with the monkey's clothing. He couldn't tell yet that it was in fact alive.

[barrelobuling]

"Yup!" She spun back around, held out a hand at the punching bag, blocked its approach, and turned right back around to wave at Kanji again. "Bu-ling trains every morning nano da! An-nin comes, too." The monkey climbed up onto the little girl's head.

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"Whoa! It--it's real!" Kanji gaped, staring flat-out. "I don't believe it. You've got an actual monkey. ...that's seriously cool."

This kid had just won about twenty points in Kanji's book for a.) being able to punch that bag around and b.) having a friggin' monkey.

[sunset_summers]

Where was it?

Where was it!?

With the ghosts gone, Roxas could finally go looking for his missing diary. One of the ghosts had filched it, and Roxas lost track of it due to being scared out of his wits. Now he had to find it again before someone else did. What if somebody already had it? What if they read it!? It was bad enough when that ghost was reading it!

Roxas was quite obviously looking for something, checking every single nook and cranny of the navigation room. It was one of the places he had yet to check, deciding to wait before it was empty and he had the place to himself. Surely, no one would come in, right?

"Huh? What's this?"

Behind some of the maps, he found a doll. Funny, that wasn't there before. Studying it, Roxas figured it was handmade or something, since it didn't look like something you'd find in a store. He turned it around in his hands, examining it curiously. Now, who could this belong to?

[oh_sew_manly]

Kanji had (almost literally) stumbled across a book lying on the ground. It was a really careless place to leave a book, so Kanji picked it up, turning it over in his hands. It had buckles on it, so Kanji wasn't sure if he should open it or not. In the end, he decided to leave it closed.

He'd return it to the records room. That was where they kept the books, right?

...but which way was the records room? Kanji seemed to remember a room with a lot of books down this hall...

This was it. Kanji pushed open the door to the navigation room, then realized his mistake when he saw all the maps. Prooooobably not what he was looking for. But there was someone in here, someone who could probably give him directions.

"Hey," Kanji said to the other blonde guy. "Could you tell me where the records room is? You see I found this -- huh?" Kanji stopped mid-sentence as he spotted the doll in Roxas' hands. Oh, no, not again. Was there anyone on this ship who didn't pick up random dolls they found?

[sunset_summers]

Roxas almost jumped with he heard Kanji's voice. He wasn't expecting anyone to come in the room at all. He almost dropped the doll he was holding, but managed to catch it before it fell to the ground. He let out a sigh of relief, as if the doll was a fragile thing that would have shattered upon hitting the floor.

"Oh, the records room, it's-"

And like Kanji, Roxas stopped dead, eyes fixated on the book in his hands. Ah! That was it!

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Kanji wasn't entirely sure what had freaked Roxas out, and the sudden shock threw him completely off-balance. "W-where'd you find that?" he blurted out like an idiot, fingers tightening reflexively on the only object in his hands: the journal.