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Glitter seemed to be a theme of the evening. There was glitter on the posters covering the walls, glitter on the plants printed on table cloths. Glitter on the fake full moon hanging in place of a mirror ball.

And of course, glitter on the banner hanging above the entrance.

Welcome to Homecoming 2012

Become a (wo)man.

Become a wolf.

Current Mood: excited

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Roy was a little bit bored. A little bit much. He was twirling his pen between his fingers, watching the light reflect on it. It was hypnotising than the file that laid open on his desk. One he should have been working on since it was a report about the island for the National Assembly.

The right words seemed to be escaping him today as he needed to make Fandom sound interesting enough while not sound like a threat. Stupid writer's block.

((Open, since the trooper station always is.))

Current Mood: bored

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

The phones were ringing a lot today at the station. Some people were complaining about attacking balloons while others had something against the clowns. As far as Roy could tell, both were gone however and the files would end up in its usual Fandom Weirdness category.

Once he got through them all.

[[Open, but I might be spotty later on as we're having visitors.]]

Current Mood: bored

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

The piles of paperwork on Roy's desk had slunk away, leaving a rather bored Sheriff behind. Not that paperwork had a whole lot of entertainment value. There was a file on his desk which he'd read already several times and now it was pushed to the aside as he seemed satisfied that he'd gotten everything from it which he needed to get.

There wasn't a whole lot left to do and so Roy had picked up that Gameboy which had been thoroughly neglected these last few weeks. That was far more entertaining.

((Open, of course.))

Current Mood: lethargic

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

The pile of papers on Roy's desk was rather intimidating. Well, it was for anyone who wasn't Roy. Roy had long since passed the stage where he was intimidated by paperwork even if he needed to get through it by noon. There was no such deadline in Fandom, however. Only the one he made up in his head.

Though, honestly, the complaints from the past weekend were fun to read and it distracted him from his own actions. The reaction of the people who filed the complaint when they were confronted with it were rather amusing too. Not that Roy would admit it, he was far too professional for that, but he was rather enjoying closing off the files as "Fandom Weirdness". Yes, that was a technical term for it.

Current Mood: amused

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

That morning, Roy had received a peculiar phone call. One that had thrilled him more than anything had thrilled him in a very long time.

Sheriff Mustang, he could hear the voice as he walked through the streets as if it all was happening right now. I think it is time that you should know. Someone very close to you is still alive and he's here. In Fandom.

He'd tried to find out who they meant, who they were, but the person had hung up immediately. Still, the voice and the words... they wouldn't leave him alone. It couldn't be. But who else? Who else could be...

"You're alive, Hughes. I know you are. I will find you!"

And so, Sheriff Roy Mustang was wandering the streets of Fandom, looking for his long lost friends. Hoping to be reunited once more.

((Open if you want to wander into Roy. This whole thing is

endsthegame's fault.))

Current Mood: hopeful

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

The church was quiet save for a lone man in one of the pews near the front. His head was bowed, hands clasped together and lips moving silently.

The world outside was one full of depravity, transgressions and sin. Inside this church, Father Ned was safe. Inside this church, Father Ned reached out to those who were crying out for help, crying out for aide.

If they were cold, Father Ned gave them his coat. If they were hungry, Father Ned cooked them some soup. It was his small way of giving back to the world after what he'd done in the past. What he must never tell anyone.

No one would ever know that side of him. He'd been born the day he'd become a priest.

And so, Father Ned's prayers ended with a sigh and longing glance upward before he stood and looked at the empty church. Hopefully, it would be filled soon.

[So, Ned's a priest! And he'll be around all day to take confession or what have you. Come on by and confess your sins!]

Current Mood: religious!

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

The sheriff's office was less of a mess than it had been a week ago. Actually, it was rather clean. His inbox was empty safe for a few files that needed to wait until Monday. Roy had worked through the paperwork from home, but his side was slowly healing up and he was determined to sit through a whole shift today.

The report in front of him was meant for Amestris, but Roy was struggling how to word the attack from Kimbley in just the right terms so no one would take offence to it. The island seemed to have returned to that same lull between chaos where you could almost start to believe that it was always like this. And in that quiet, Roy found himself mulling over that feeling of unease that had been creeping up on him since the end of the previous semester. He hadn't even realised it was there until somewhere in the last few days it had suddenly become hard to ignore.

Current Mood: indescribable

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

It was late in the morning when Roy made it to the station ~~after sneaking out of the apartment when Aly had gone out for a moment~~. He debriefed Ralph before he went into his own office and promptly collapsed on the leather couch, his arm wrapping protectively over the wound.

Maybe this had been a bad idea, but he hadn't been to the station for a week now and just reading the reports wasn't quite the same as being in his office. Now how he was going to get back to the apartment before Aly knew he was gone, he wasn't so sure about.

Current Mood: exhausted

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

No one at trooper station had had a lot of sleep during the night. It was safe to assume that would not change either unless something Nemesis island suddenly disappeared over night. Roy didn't think they were going to be that lucky and frankly, he didn't like that tournament. It smelled like a set up, but he trusted Fraser to keep things in order at the school.

If he were honest, he would admit that he was itching to go up there and find out what was happening. He didn't have the time as every man was needed to keep the patrols over the island going. They were stretched too thing and Roy found himself going out several times during the day to patrol the island.

The other half of the day was spent behind the radio, listening to the reports of the troopers on duty.

No, it was safe to assume that no one at the station was going to get much sleep until that island was gone. Which as far as Roy cared, couldn't be soon enough.

((Open, of course.))

Current Mood: working

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Mayor Summers and Principal Winchester stood on the platform, the former crossing his arms and scowling somewhat at the back of the room. When he got up to the stand, though, that wore off.

"Welcome," he said, once everyone had entered, "I'd rather have had my first town meeting on more of an up note, but that's not in the cards. You might have noticed the arrival of another island off our shores. They aren't friendlies. Stay away from the island to the best of your ability. Don't pick fights unless you have to." He scraped his throat. "They are currently trying to hold us hostage. We're not going to let that happen."

He nodded at Zoe. "Principal Winchester?"

Zoe was trying to keep her expression neutral, in the hope that if she stayed calm, everyone else would as well. "The inhabitants of the other island want this one as their own, and their leaders have come up with a...plan of sorts for deciding who gets to stay. It's a tournament, us versus them, with chosen fighters from each side."

"After careful consideration," she said, glancing at Cable before looking back to the crowd, "we have decided that agreeing to their request is the best course of action."

"You'll find the list of chosen fighters at the door," Cable continued, fluidly, his face set as impassive as it got-- which was pretty much totally. "But have faith-- no matter how this tournament goes, they're not going to take this island, and you'll hear from us again soon enough."

[ open to all! ]

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Roy was rather glad the drunken skunks were gone. He'd just wished they'd gone sooner as he was left with a bunch of complaints about the noise some of the skunks had made the previous day while drinking sailor skunk songs.

The weird part was where Roy didn't even blink about having to process these kind of complaints. At least, now that Dale was back, his inbox wasn't as highly stacked as it had been the week before.

Current Mood: grateful

pieandcoffee.livejournal.com

Dale was very happy to be back at his desk and was currently leaning back in his chair enjoying his third cup of coffee for the morning and his fifth doughnut.

The pile of paperwork that had been left on his desk for the past week was now completed and neatly stacked in his outbox.

In short, everything in Dale's world was back to normal.

Or as normal as it could be in Fandom.

clevermsbennet.livejournal.com

THIS WAS NOT QUITE how Miss Elizabeth Bennet had anticipated spending her morning; the church had been nearly empty, and the coffee shop had supplied her with a mug, a saucer, a small pitcher of boiling water, and a paper bag. In place of milk, the young girl at the counter had handed her small plastic containers which had some mixture inside calling itself 'half-and-half.' She didn't dare ask which half was what. Did no one brew tea properly in the future?

She could only be grateful that Lady Atreides had lent her some of this strange-looking currency, and shown her how to count it properly. She had already been rather heavily indebted to Lady Atreides for allowing her room in her ladyship's suite, and for rescuing her from the carriage that would not arrive; she hated to impose further on the woman's kindness, but there had not seemed to be much of an alternative.

Eliza Bennet filled her mug with boiling water and dipped her tea ... bag into it, stirring cautiously and wondering how to explain her absence to her Aunt and Uncle, who must, by now, be quite worried indeed. Dear Aunt Gardiner, you have my sincerest apologies. I seem to have been waylaid nearly two hundred years. Will return when temporal forces allow.

The Perk was very open, and Miss Bennet was distractedly watching all who came and went.

(open!)

Current Mood: numb

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

After his conversation with Harriet, Roy had made a detour to Kerrigan's place. The house had been a mess, part of it was almost bare while other parts were turned over. Whatever was useful and had been left behind, she'd broken. Even now, sitting behind his desk, Roy couldn't help but feel that the state of it reflected something of the mindset of its tenant.

Former tenant, he added bitterly as he glared at the radio sitting on his desk. For just one moment he'd hoped that this was the ticket. That he'd be able to contact Michael Liberty or Jimmy Raynor and they could stop her. Because it was Kerrigan and deep down, he knew they could get to her if they just had the chance.

That was until he realised that this radio was only a receiver and making a call was impossible. Ralph had confirmed the suspicion and so Roy was left to glaring at the thing. The radio didn't care much.

((House modded with permission. Open.))

Current Mood: anxious

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Between the island expanding and Dale disappearing, things were slightly hectic for Roy at the station. He was more than ever aware how much paperwork Dale managed to move in a week.

Pulling night shifts to work through everything so he could laze off during the day was a thing of the past now that Roy had other things to do outside of work. It was a little strange, but he enjoyed it thoroughly, just right now it meant that he had to actually do the paperwork during the day and he still wanted to go out patrolling with the troopers. It was Fandom after all and one couldn't be careful enough when you suddenly ended up with a whole new, still unfamiliar thing attached to the island.

So Roy could be found behind the lobby, scribbling away and listening in on the reports from the troopers that were out on patrol.

Current Mood: working

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Wedding or not, Roy had a shift to pull the next day. He was a tad worried he would ended up overworking considering how every watch on the island - even the silver State Alchemist one - was going crazy.

It was a nuisance, that was for sure, but there was worse things. So he kept telling himself as somehow the clear weather after the fog they had earlier this week was giving him a sense of unease. One he couldn't explain and he wasn't planning on voicing it either, but it was there nonetheless.

Current Mood: uncomfortable

pieandcoffee.livejournal.com

Dale sits cheerfully at his desk, whistling as he completes his paperwork for the week and eating his third jelly doughnut.

"Ralph? I have some tapes for you to transcribe," Dale called out as he signed off on his last piece of paperwork.

However Ralph was no where to be found.

"Ralph? Ralph? Where the devil did he go?" Dale said looking around the office and then addressing the gathering of troopers at the coffee station. "Oh well. Which one of you boys are up for transcribing my tapes today?"

The troopers gave Dale a baleful look before going back to their coffee talk.

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

It wasn't because he was tiny, that Roy wasn't going to stick to his duties. Lugging around a big book on alchemy which was almost too heavy for him, Roy took up his seat behind the counter. He did hope that something would happen, then he could chase around the bad guys and lock them up in a cell. He was sure everyone would be impressed by him then and maybe they'd give him candy.

Mmmmmm candy.

((Open.))

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Roy had taken up position in the lobby, near the radio. With RoboCon going on, it seemed a wise idea to keep an eyes on things so the troopers were on alert. While robots weren't mercenaries, it was never a bad idea to be cautious.

In the meantime, Roy had paperwork to catch up on while he kept an eye on things. It happened when he didn't pull as many night shifts as he used to.

laceycantlie.livejournal.com

Lacey had been expecting to walk into work this morning and see a diner, with booths and counter stools and tables and chairs. But then, she had also been expecting to walk into the diner in her normal clothes, and not something involving high boots, leather pants, a tricorner hat, and waaaaaaaaay too much cleavage. (Where did that come from? No, really, had that been there all along?)

This? Didn't exactly fit Lacey's mental picture of a diner. Oh, the booths and counter were still there, but there were rugs and cushions and blankets everywhere in place of the tables and chairs, and a rather motley assortment of them at that.

"I never signed up my restaurant for Extreme Makeover, Swashbuckling Edition!" She looked down at her clothes again and sighed. At least she was on an island, so it made a little more sense. If this had happened to her back in Saskatchewan -- what would she have done? Knock farmers cold and sail off with their hay? In a dinghy? (Dog River's river wasn't that big.)

Today's Specials
Curry Chicken Skewers
Macaroni Pie
Spinach, Mozzarella and Roasted Red Pepper Panini

Luke's is open. Don't mind the bewildered-looking quasipirate behind the counter, holding her hat in front of her chest. She just keeps hoping that the next time she blinks, the decor will go back to normal.

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Considering the whole theme both islands had going, Roy couldn't be too surprised at the change that had happened outside. The troopers seemed rather excited about the whole thing and Roy had already confiscated several cutlasses and eye patches.

They'd scurried off to do their patrols and now Roy was left with the confiscated goods. He weighed one of the cutlasses in his hand, trying to find its balance and he really should find out where the troopers had gotten these from to begin with. Maybe it was best not to know.

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Roy was at the station today and after yesterday's lull, it seemed chillier again. Admittedly, some of the chill seemed to solely be in his head. Maybe seeing icebergs meant that your mind compensated for it and made you think it was colder than it was.

Really, he was just not in the mood to fill out the paperwork today and any distraction would be a good one. Well, almost any.

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

The people in charge now knew where the kidnapped people were being kept. A party had gathered and they were on their way to the depths of the Underworld to bring their people back, no matter what stood in their way.

[OOC: For the raiding/rescue party and later in the OCD for the victims too. Please only join in if you specifically signed up for the raiding party.]

fh_beasties

There were more monsters today, herds of centaurs wandering, troops of gryphons flying, and the slither of the lamia as she made her way across the island.

Yesterday, some had learned caution. And some had not.

[ooc: today's fighty post! There is OCD today, and there will be a fight-a-great-big-monster post up later today. Don't forget to put where you are in the subject!]

bigdamnprincipal

Town Hall was still effectively the center of command as those in charge waited for the away teams to return, and continued to form contingency plans for dealing with Hades. As one of the few safe places in town, no one was being sent away if they wanted to stay, as long as they didn't get in the way.

[OCD is up! Raiding and finale teams, your volunteering spots are in here.]

fh_beasties

They had been summoned and so they had come. All manner of creatures, they walked, flew, and slithered into Fandom, intent on wreaking havoc.

Today, the residents of this tiny island need beware not only of the dead, but of the very much alive.

[ooc: just like the ghost post from last night, ping in here to fight a beastie (crib sheet here), and note your location in the subject!]

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Roy had gone early into the station what with all the ghosts on the island. Maybe it was just some Fandom weirdness, but the way the amount of ghosts seemed to be increasing didn't much reassure him. When the lovely announcement about the island take over came in, he was sure.

A minute later the whole station was buzzing as Roy took charge and prepared the troopers for the invasion that was surely to come. Two were sent up to the school to investigate while Roy readied the rest of the troopers to patrol the most vulnerable areas of the island and to assist the students and townies.

By the time the two troopers made it up to the school and reported on the figure in a chariot waiting there, every trooper had gotten his orders. Ralph was left in charge of the station as Roy darted out to try and beat the deadline.

((Establishy and open! OCD with timing added! Roy will be off fighting, but he'll return to the station from time to time to check up on things. Feel free to run into him there or to come help out or ask for trooper/sheriff/town security assistance.))

bigdamnprincipal

As soon as Zoe heard Hades' announcement, she headed to Town Hall.

Actually, the first thing she did was let out a string of profanity that would have made Mal blush, and if Grace picked any of it up later, she would only have herself to blame. Then she took Grace, promising John they'd be safe, and headed to Town Hall. She ~~handwavily~~ contacted the others in charge on the way, and started working on a plan for how to take care of Hades. At the moment, the plan involved a lot of violence on her part.

[Please obey the OCD!]

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Roy was at the station again today. He'd sent Ralph to the island again earlier that morning, but the trooper had reported back that all the citizens there were gone. Which was a relief, but it didn't stop Roy from worrying every time he looked in the direction of the other island.

As far as he could tell, Fandom seemed to be safe. The ash showers were disturbing, but they seemed harmless for now. The heat and the strange daylight prickled his nerves however and he felt restless as there was nothing to do but wait and be ready.

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Roy stood with his back against the entrance door of the station. The view was more than a little disturbing and he held out his hand as it started to rain, the ashes staining his white gloves.

As soon as he'd realised what had happened, he'd gone to the island to offer his help. He'd been reassured that they'd been living there for years and could handle this just fine. Not that it eased Roy's mind, but there hadn't been much point pushing his help on anyone. So he'd made it back and made the troopers set up arrangements in case anything happened that might influence Fandom.

With both the ocean between Fandom and Bali Hai and the cliffs surrounding most parts of the island, it seemed like Fandom would be safe. Nevertheless, he'd figured out which points might need to be reinforced if things got very ugly or if the ash fall got too bad.

So for now, there didn't seem to be a whole lot more he could do but keep an eye on the situation.

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

With his exploration plans canceled, Roy found himself heading down to the station to keep busy. He wasn't worried, really. Aly telling him she wouldn't get hurt had put his mind at ease. Yep, no worrying at all was going on as he stared down at the pile of paperwork on his desk that he didn't much feel like tackling.

pieandcoffee.livejournal.com

Dale is behind his desk drinking what had to be his third cup of coffee for the morning as well as eating his sixth doughnut. For once he had let the endless trail of paperwork get a head of him and he's not making a distinct effort to make sure it gets finished today.

Not that he wouldn't appreciate any interruptions.

[Open]

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Roy found himself alone in the station as the troopers had grabbed as many bags as they could find and had run outside to go gather candy. He supposed that was one way to cut budget, though Ralph on a sugar rush was slightly worrying. It was a good thing they had decent dental care.

((Open.))

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Considering that he'd been a pony last weekend, Roy was more than aware that the island did random things. Like weetiny knights and dancing hamsters and whatnot. Being greeted by a conga line of feeted-noses dancing across his paperwork was not so much random as it was... well, kind of disturbing. Really, noses weren't always the best feature of the human body. Noses not attached to a face definitely weren't.

Roy plopped down on his couch and wondered if he should just wait the weirdness out or try to catch them and release them... He wasn't sure where. Maybe he should talk to Cooper and discuss setting up a crash course for new people on the island about how they should deal with this kind of thing. You know, when he figured out what he should do.

((Open for Igor if he'd like. Other people too, of course.))

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Roy pranced into the station that morning. Yes, pranced. He had better mornings and it was a good thing that he couldn't see Ralph gape at him underneath his helmet.

"What's the matter, Lieutenant?" he asked, tail swishing with irritation. "Never seen a pony before?" Granted, a pony usually didn't have a transmutation circle on his ass, or on his hoofs.

Ralph shook his head mutely.

"I'll be in my office," Roy declared, proudly stepping towards his office. "Doing paperwork," he added. With his hoofs, yes.

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Roy sat on the steps to the station, watching the tiny golden turtles slowly crawl past the street. A troop of them was trying unsuccessfully to clamber up the stairs, but even the first step seemed too high and sometimes one of them would fall over on its shell. It'd flail about for a moment until Roy reached down to return it to its feet.

It was warm, too warm as Roy's dark uniform and eyepatch soaked up the sun and the back of his neck prickled, but he didn't move to take off his jacket. He was used to the heat and at least he knew where this sense of unease came from. Unlike the feeling he'd woken up to. He hadn't told Aly, knowing she'd insist on staying. Or him joining her and he wished he had. He needed to be here however. He'd made a promise and while he doubted that either River or Lee would come talk to him, it was important that they could.

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

When Roy made it into the station, he was greeted by a group of very excited troopers rambling about ghosts and horsemen. They'd even made drawings of what they'd seen the previous evening and Roy wondered if this day was going to end with him digging up bones some dog had buried in the park.

After some discussion, he somehow ended up promising that he'd go patrolling with them if they could give him photographic proof of said ghosts. Shaking his head, he retreated into his office to see what arrangements should be taken for graduation.

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Roy was behind his desk that morning. As far he knew nothing unusual was going on. Honestly, having tiny kids running around wasn't all that unusual for Fandom anyway, so perhaps the troopers had decided it wasn't a noteworthy thing.

It was possible that Roy would disagree with them. As it was, he had no clue about his disagreement as right now he didn't know and there was paperwork to stare at. Joy.

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

The station tended to be quite on Sunday so Roy took advantage of it to get some work done without too many interruptions. It was strange to think that he'd been here almost a year by now. Not that he would have remembered if it wasn't for the request from Central to write a report about his first year at Fandom.

If he'd still been a State Alchemist, he would have expected an order to return to Amestris for his yearly evaluation. He still half expected that to happen in another form, but for now there's hadn't been news about it and Roy did not see the point in worrying about it. Instead, he was doodling in the margin of his paper while he was trying to figure out what he should write down.

Current Mood: pensive

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Roy was in his office, glad to know that everyone was the right gender today. At least, he assumed so. You never knew at Fandom, but the weirdness tended to vary more than that. He was trying to decide if he should ignore the necessary paperwork in favour of writing one for the Amestrian military on the whole gender swap thing this week. If Hawkeye could somehow get him pictures of his superiors' face while they read it, it might so be worth it.

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Roy wasn't sure what had happened, but the pile of paperwork on his desk had disapproved as he'd finished most of it. Which was slightly awkward and he wondered if maybe it was a Fandom thing. He preferred the flying desserts to be honest.

The plus was that he didn't have to hide playing on his nintendo. Okay, so it was one of the trooper's nintendo, but he wasn't missing it.

pieandcoffee.livejournal.com

Dale is back at his desk and is reflecting on the events of Friday and Saturday as he goes over the reports from the troopers regarding the increase of prepubescent children that had occurred over the weekend.

There's a cup of coffee and a jelly dougnut on his desk, his voice recorder is filled with observations and there's a small grin on his face as he knows that everything in the universe is exactly as it should be.

Or at least as close as it gets here in Fandom.

[Open and no ocd]

Current Mood: chipper

1petrelli1.livejournal.com

After last night there was no way Nathan was letting Peter out of his sight. But he wasn't going to keep Peter locked up all day either. Mostly for Nathan's own sanity.

So the brothers were currently in the park, playing tag.

[open!]

Current Mood: silly

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

After his stealthy operation, Roy headed to the station. There was a report that needed to be written. One that he'd been putting off for a week now and he wondered how insane he would be declared when his superiors read about those angel statues.

Maybe he should just not write it. Save himself the hundreds of questions that were sure to follow. Stupid sense of duty.

bigdamnprincipal

When she was done at the radio station, Zoe left ~~handwavey~~ messages for Hades, Harriet, Fraser, D'Argo, and Roy, and headed to the town hall to meet them all there. She still had the letters with her, and hoped that everyone would arrive soon.

[For those who got the calls!]

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Roy was still in a good mood when he entered his office that morning. The trip back to Amestris had been fruitful and he was more than a little pleased with the changes going on in his country. A lot of it seemed to be happening without him and he was fine with that, but the reinstating of the police forces was something he'd personally started and it had been gratifying to see it come to a successful end. Not that it was the only thing contributing to his good mood. Apparently there were certain perks to coming back to Fandom.

A good mood that seemed to increase when he found his office free of any clutter or dust bunnies. His desk was almost sparkling and he wondered if Ralph had gone on a spring cleaning binge.

A good mood that would rapidly disappear as he suddenly got jumped by something coming from his blind spot that had been hiding behind his couch. Roy struggled and he couldn't see or do anything as he was attacked. He tried to pull what felt like a rag away from his face while something prickly and rough hit him several times over the back of his head.

Suddenly it released him and Roy staggered back to fall down on his couch, unable to do anything but watch as a dust broom and a huck towel fled the room. Somehow, he didn't feel cleaner.

Current Mood: dirty

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

There was a stack of papers in front of Roy which he wasn't even trying to avoid. The fact that most of the envelops were bearing the sign of the Amestrian military might have had something to do with it.

Roy's brow furrowed as he read through them, his concentration on the other side of the causeway instead of Fandom for the moment. Sometimes it was hard to remember that he wasn't a General anymore.

Current Mood: contemplative

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Roy had caught one of the troopers that morning playing games on what the guy called a Nintendo. Which was kind of an interesting little piece of technology and it was just because he should get used to this world's technology - please ignore that he wasn't going anywhere near a computer for his paperwork - that he made the trooper explain how to use it.

So now he was behind the front desk, playing something called 'Advance Wars: Dark Conflicts'. And he wasn't amused that Trak made him think of Havoc or that the O'Brian character needed an eyepatch. As did Sigusmundo. And a sword.

((Open. Been wanting to do this for ages.))

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Roy tapped his pen impatiently on the desk. The troopers' patrols had been upped for this whole MercCon thing, but it still didn't sit all too well. Maybe if he knew exactly who was coming. Mercenaries weren't his most liked population group and whatever disclaimers came with this convention, one could never be too careful.

So Roy was scanning through everything again, making sure there wasn't anything he was overlooking while he obstinately ignored the date on his calender and anything that wasn't mercenary related.

Current Mood: ignorey

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Welcome to Homecoming 2012

Become a (wo)man.

Become a wolf.