What. The. Hell.

Something weird is going on, and I don't like it. Not one bit. One hour ago I had a vague idea of what html is and how it works. Now, I could write this whole damn entry in flashing sparkle text -which I don't thankyouverymuch- and and explain why it works and come up with my own code. Not to mention I'm horrified that everything I made private really wasn't. Until now. Because now I know how to fix it.

And why do I have this sudden urge to organize my notes?! And my books. And my sock drawer. Ugh, this kitchen is a nightmare too. I can't find a thing.

...

Goddammit! What the F@#K is going on?

[Private//NOT Hackable]

There's something messed up with my alchemy too. Or maybe I'm just...frazzled or something.

[/Private]


((ooc: Edward is now an expert computer hacker with 'organizational skills bordering on anal retentive' ^^ curtsey of Siegfried von Schroider))

...

These guys evidently mean business. We better too.

Yo, Alice. I'm thinking we're going to need to step up our flame alchemy practice a notch or more...

How's everyone holding up? Faye, Ying Fa and the all Card Guys, you doing all right? Tenjoin Asuka, did you have any problems with your windows? Wolf-Man Manjoume, I saw you post so I'm guessing you're okay. Big John, you still by the clinic?

Just keep safe. There's more to come.

((ooc: strikes legible))

Are you kidding me?!

Sit me down, hand me a creepy orange, and tell me this is all just a big, stupid, joke.  I mean, come on. This?  We were pulled from our worlds, our lives in order to fight to save this?  It's a goddamn wasteland!  How can it possibly be worth saving?

Edit:  Okay.  I gave it some thought.  Maybe this situation is like Yousewell.  This place isn't my choice for "home and coffin" but it is for some.  All I'm sayin' is when we settle things here, it had better be a permanent solution not just a delay in eventual Entropi takeover.  'Cause I'm sure as hell not coming back here every time there is a threat.

Edit 2:  Just found out that Ling is really gone; his stuff's missing.  Lucky bastard.  Good luck to you, Ling.  I know you'll need it.

Ying Fa, Zuko, and Quatre (the one I talked to about fixing the clinic) - If you've got some time, I'd like to talk to you.

( Screened to Ying Fa, Zuko, Quatre // Private )

Well, damn. The Warden is just making all kinds of friends, isn't he?

If anyone needs a place to stay, it's just me in Nyi Ennea. I've got room.

Bleh...

Anyone know where I can get some more clothes?
I'm getting kinda tired of alchemizing clean the only set I have.

Now that I’ve been in Econtra for a little while, I’ve got to say this place is great.  No, seriously.  What with the killer aliens who like to possess people, impending war, and a big Wall of Doom I can see this place becoming the destination hotspot once word gets out.  Oh, yeah.  I’m totally buying property here.

*sigh*

And then there is the whole multiple, parallel universes thing I have to wrap my head around.  It turns out I don’t have brother here; I have a sister.  Confusing? A little.  Not that I’m complaining about that, though.  Alice is really cool, and I’m glad to have met her. 

What’s creeping me out is the idea of multiple versions of myself running around here at one point or another.  (I know there’s a snarky comment ready to be made about that – don’t you dare say it, Ling.)  There are most likely some people I don’t know who will recognize me because they knew one of the other Edward Elrics.  In a way they will know me because 10 to 1 those other Eds and I share some common background, and I have no control over that!  I have no idea how much the other Eds and I are alike, to what degree our pasts are the same, and whether or not their memories, my memories too.  In a way, it feels like a loss if identity or an invasion of privacy.  Is it weird to think that?

 One thing I can say for sure is that I am not going to let Econtra get the best of me, not the multiple-versions thing, not the threat of attacks.  I’m going to focus on staying alive and finding a way for us to get the hell out of here.

[There is some static and muffled curses as Edward fumbles with his newly found PDA]

"...is this?  A, uh, radio?  When did I get a...aw, screw it.  Major Miles!  Major Miles, do you copy?"

"C'mon! Major Miles, anybody?  What hell happened here?!  This place looks like a fricken war zone!  I don't even recog....I don't recognize it."

[Ed's voice grows a little quieter as he lowers the PDA in shock.]

"Wait.  What's going on here?  Where the hell am I?!"

 

( Childhood )

  

( Truth Behind the Truth )

  

( From Briggs to Neocontra )