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No no no no, please stop. You cannot wander around like this- put that down.

[Elsa has been awake for a while and has taken all the information she can get, but after she was ready to contact the network, she had notice little beings appearing around even here. Every time she sneezed, at least five new small snowmen.

Even now, they were lifting all sort of things up and moving them around, wondering around the place with the items they do manage to lift up and sometimes dangerously almost dropping everything.

The numbers kept increasing and Elsa's fever isn't helping her to chase them down or catch them, even if she tries to make barricades to hold them in. Unfortunately they're wise enough free each other.]

Oh- what a mess.

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[Elsa has no choice but to leave the little ones roam around and contact the network for help.]

Good evening. My name is Elsa and I just arrived here. I have a small pro- [A sneeze. Five new snowman babies are born and flop to the ground - except for one who stays on Elsa's shoulder.] ... my powers are a little out of control because I'm sick and I keep making these little snowmen against my own will. Unfortunately, I have no strength to catch them all alone, so if there's anyone who could-

[Another sneeze. Seven more snowmen who start trying to lift the device that makes the hologram.] ... assist me on this. I am very sorry this has to happen right after I arrive. This is so embarrassing.

Why Hello, all of you lovely people~!

[ As usual, Yato is cheerful as hell with absolutely no restraints with a big, wide grin on his face when he appears on screen again. There'd been so much drama and other stuff going on around here so he figured something good oughta happen here and perk everyone up.

Plus he was a bit bored. So... yeah. ]

I know. You all missed hearing from me, but here I am once again to fulfill a great purpose!!

[ Yeah he's a bit of an over-dramatic idiot sometimes but the look he's wearing says that doesn't even remotely bother him in the least, two fingers twirling what looks to be a singular yen coin between them absently. ]

With all the heavy stuff goin' around I thought I should be the one to lighten the mood around here and ask you guys one thing. [ His expression seems to lose a bit of that overzealous happy grin somewhat and he stops with the coin briefly, as to focus his attention solely on the ones he's addressing. ]

Whether you be human, inhuman or whatever... I'd like to know if any of you have a dream that you wish to achieve. If so, what is it??

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[Terra's lips curl into a warm smile as she turns on the video. Her hair is pulled back and lose green curls fall on either side of her face, framing the delicate curve of her cheek. Her smile reaches up towards her eyes and it's clear that whatever she has to say; she's very proud.]

Hello everyone, for those of you who I haven't met my name is Terra. I own a flower shop in Attleton.

[The camera shifts slightly as Terra reaches for something at her side.]

I have two announcements, first is that I want to open a second shop, however I'd need more help to do so. [She wants to spread her love of flowers and opening a second shop is best to do as spring hits it's speak.] If you want to help please let me know.

[Her smile widens slight as if arriving at her main reason for sending out this message.]

The second is that I was able to grow a very special rose. My intent at first was to make it gold but it came out a little bit different than that.

[Terra holds up a rose bud that's delicately held between two fingers. There are thorns along it's stem, tipped with a dark sea blue hue. The rose itself appears to be an off white with small tints of blue. As she spins it in her fingers small glimmers of golden light appear to emanate from it, as if by magic.]

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[ooc: Feel free to run into Terra at her flower shop or carrying a basket of flowers around any of the cities or forests. It's spring so she's collecting what she can.]

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[Due to a certain partner that seems to insist he take a day off, the young man was in fact taking a day off work for a change. He had made sure that whoever was working at the shop knew what to do and to call in emergencies. Once that was done he had started to make his way home only to spot what appeared to be a sea of snowmen in front of him. He had been aware of something like this going on, but he didn't know it had been this bad. So as he tried to walk past, he instead found himself getting buried under an avalanche of the snowy little guys. After a moment or two he was trying his hardest to get out, hand slowly reaching out from the pile of excitable snowpeople.]

L-Little help here?

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[After the whole thing was over and he had been freed from the giant pile, he found himself at home quietly placing his keys into the bowl and being greeted by his pokemon companions. Once that was done, he walked through to the living room, his three pokemon following behind while the other had been meditating the whole time. It was odd having a day off, so he honestly didn't know what to do beyond playing games, which wasn't a bad thing really. While wondering if the others was here, he rubbed the back of his head slightly, only to feel something that he was sure had not been there before.

However it was enough to cause the young boy to jump slightly, causing the poor snowchild to fall to the floor, causing the boy himself to end up hitting the floor and causing a rather large crash in the living room.]

 Who: Grell, Marco, and Ace
Where: The Dancing Donner
When: April 15th
What: Marco needs to get Grell and Ace to communicate, or at least tolerate each other.
Warnings: Bad language, Grell, Ace, Marco...basically they all come with their own warnings.

( the most dysfunctional family... )

Who: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, and you! [Open]
When: Midday on Sunday April 17th
Where: The Bay
What: The two of them have woken up in the Bay, and neither are in particularly good enough shape to get out under their own power. Thankfully, Hawkeye seems to have figured out how to use the communicator to make a call.
Notes: Blue font is Hawkeye and (shocker), the red font is for Mustang! We'll tag back intermittently; if you want someone in particular first please say so! And since this starts in the Bay feel free to assume that you...call back later! Oooor...visit in the hospital later!
Warnings: Blood, FMA spoilers

The video feed is upside down--not that one could tell, seeing as it’s pitch black. The user is evidently attempting to use the device as a phone proper, pressing the communicator against their ear. Hands shaking weakly, the user waits for the telltale ringing before speaking to their audience. When there is no ringing, no dial tone, nothing, they speak, uncharacteristic desperation in their tone. "Hello?"

Slipping her feet over the side of the pod, Hawkeye glances around her surroundings. Water, more of these pod-like containers, and the hint of bustling city life taking place just outside. Her head swam as she stood, gripping the edge of the pod for balance in an attempt to stay upright. "Is anyone..."

Dizziness momentarily won and the camera shifted to reveal a young blonde woman, her gaze unfocused, a large bleeding wound along her neck. She’s clearly lost a substantial amount of blood, if the clothes she’s wearing are any indication--both her coat and her shirt are nearly saturated."This...Lieutenant Hawkeye--I...I need..." Ask for help. Even as blackness crept into her vision, as she started sinking to the ground, she knew all she needed to get out was that she desperately needed help.

After being tossed out of the Gate of Truth, Roy had expected to fall on the floor. He had not expected to be casually laying on something without a THUD being involved. In a very dark place like this even. Why was it suddenly so dark? He had no idea, but he needed to get up and see who was there. There was a fight going on, after all.

Because of not being able to see, Roy could hear rather well a familiar voice coming from nearby. "Lieutenant? Is that you?" Was he tossed back to the room where they all were? Why was it this dark? “Where are you?"

Roy got up from the pod he was in, even if it was probably a bad idea, seeing as he could not see a thing. Damn it, what was going on? He made attempts at going to the directions of her voice and was just in time to catch her--even if a bit awkwardly. After a few moments, he was finally able to take the phone Hawkeye had been using onto his own hands and promptly place it on his ear (why there was a phone in the first place, he could wonder about later).

"Hello? This is Colonel Roy Mustang. It’s very dark here and we require assistance. I repeat, we require assistance." He then placed the "phone" down and tried to hold Hawkeye better. "It’s all right. Help should be on its way."