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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]

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?]