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[ignitethesky]

[It’s the sudden rush of cold and wet that greet Roy Mustang upon arrival, being dropped rather unceremoniously into the junction of rivers. Sputtering, coughing, sore, and forcing himself to wade through the water to the shoreline, he’s more than a little confused at finding that not only is he devoid of injuries, he’s also been stripped of his uniform, but at least someone was kind enough to leave an open journal lying along the river?

It's like a bad consolation prize: we stole your stuff, so have a journal in which to write about it!

That doesn't stop him from shooting a glare toward the sky he just dropped out of, though.]

Okay, I get it! "Useless when wet". Was that really necessary?

[Shedding water everywhere, he takes a moment to look around, attempting to get his bearings.]

Alright, I was shoved through their little portal into... what looks like the middle of some town that is definitely not any place I've ever seen. Now the question is, how do I get back? And what happened to my uniform?

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[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

There's a group called the Malnosso. They control pretty much everything around here, including the barrier that keeps us in the village area. But even if there was a way out of that--and so far as I know, there isn't--everyone's been brought here from different worlds.

[ignitethesky]

How do they bring people in? Or is that part of the unknown? And what sort of retaliation can be expected should one attempt to revolt?

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

It's unknown to me at least. Pretty much everything people do know is in the guide in the journals.

[Amelia snickers a bit at the idea of a revolt. It's not because she wouldn't mind it; she just knows better.] It wouldn't work. Not against the Malnosso. Unless you're used to fighting people who can change your entire body or your personality like it's nothing.

[ignitethesky]

I'm more accustomed to fighting things capable of regenerating at high speeds and with individual... quirks to their abilities. That is entirely outside my expertise.

[Sigh.] ...I don't think I'm liking the sound of this.

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

[Well, he's already one up on Amelia.] You'll still have to fight, probably. We get drafted to fight a group called the "Third Party" sometimes.

There's not much to like. Those things I just mentioned get done to us on a regular basis by the Malnosso, for "experiments." There's no way to stop it or predict it either. It just happens.

[ignitethesky]

I assume this is something of a militant nation, then?

From the sound of it, there isn't anything to like.

[Switching gears here...]

What can you tell me about things such as the monetary system and employment? [Because he's going to need to know as much as he can as quickly as he can.]

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

Only sort of. Outside of drafts and experiments, everyone's pretty much left on their own. But when the time comes, they don't leave anyone a choice.

[It's a logical jump. But Amelia's got the feeling that Roy's going to react close to the same way she did when he hears the answer.]

None. There's no money here. Some people have jobs, but they aren't paid or anything. Most do it just because they want to help out.

[ignitethesky]

No currency? How is that- [Then again, when the rest is put into perspective, it isn't that much of a surprise.] So we're provided for in exchange for our cooperation, whether willing or not, in warfare and experimentation. I suppose it's fitting...

[A little disconcerting, but still fitting. After all, why go through the trouble of containing so many if they were able to run themselves into poverty and suffer? Lab rats were meant to be cared for so they could be healthy for any sort of tests, right?]