So, a guy can't take a little trip to the Middle East without getting taken off the invite list for the charity event he's apparently hosting. Given, there was (is?) some gray area there with the phrases "stocks crashing" and "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder" being thrown around so-- So liberally that it's just flat out offensive.

There, I said it. Offensive. I'm offended.


So, friends (can I call you that yet?), to crash the event of the year or to not crash the event of the year, that is the question.

Alright, I never fucking do this. Ever. Why? Because I don't give a shit, but I'm looking through this thing and I don't know who any of you are.

Not that I necessarily give a shit, ya know, but with one journal entry I'm talking to one person I remember. So, fine. I give.

Who the hell is new here? And what the hell happened to everyone else?

((oc: its a Tommy blanket hello, seasoned with a little bit of wtf xD))

...Alright, I give. What the hell is this site doing on my phone, and why can't I get it off?
If this is some weird ad, then kudos to the asshole that designed it. NOW FIX IT!

Question.

Any of you here had an issue of being transported to a different world before coming across this site? If so, did you had trouble getting back?

OOC: Still on hiatus, but bumping Pluto canon again for Kyah's sake. I'll respond to tags on this post, but won't be back for real until July. I still ♥ you all, though.

[video]

U.N. Army Command//Pluto investigation hearings//NOT FOR RELEASE

The screen is quartered, showing what seem to be several angles--two different news cameras, someone's camcorder, satellite footage--on the same event, time-synched.

A fiery yellow ball, visible even on satellite, shoots across a sky dark with clouds, toward an enormous tornado. It seems to come from different directions in the different recordings in an almost cinematic effect. It flies into into the tornado itself, at which point there is a tremendous explosion, overloading the CCDs on all three of the ground cameras. Their quadrants of the screen go white, leaving only the satellite to show a brilliant light that causes the clouds to glow from within. The other cameras recover as the clouds clear, leaving a clear blue sky--with two suns shining in it.

The recording changes to a huge, echoing room. Epsilon is sitting in the center of a ring of seats, in a floating chair, surrounded by serious-looking men, all staring at him.

Testimony of Epsilon (AUS)//RMD (RL 13§7(a))

( Explanation~ )

Double billing: immoral, possibly illegal, and thoroughly good business practice.

We need to discuss work, Fullmetal Alchemist.

Work? What do you mean?

You need to do your job as State Alchemist.

[There is a slight pause.] No. Of course, it doesn't matter what my answer is, does it?

Not at all. The Fuhrer has three instructions. Number one: Find Scar. Killing him is my job. Number two : Find Marcoh who is probably with Scar. Again, you only have to find him. Number three:  [A pause for dramatic effect.] Take Briggs and carve a bloody crest into it.

[Another pause because the boy isn't responding.] I mean we do here what we did in Ishbal. We carve this land into a symbol of hatred and sorrow.

[Two fists meet the table, a coffee cup falls and shatters.] I CAN'T DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT!!! [A pause and then a scoff.] Very clever. Negotiating with your hostage in my face.

[Kimbley's answer is almost in a sing-song tone of voice.] Uh-oh~ Someone needs to listen more carefully~. [A serious change in tone.] I haven't said a word about taking Miss Rockbell hostage. Also, we are not negotiating anything. I am giving you your orders. Orders to do your job as a State Alchemist. Don't tell me you became one of the dogs of the military without the nerve to kill.

It's called resolve not to kill. [Ed snaps back.] Do you even realize what you're helping them do?

Yes I do.

Then why?!

Because I want to see what the new world is like. [You can hear his sinister grin.]