Something To Trust My Back To

I received a note from Megan.

Would someone please clarify what is going on? It was a very rushed message.

Everything was fine at first. The ship departed as it was supposed to and nothing came up to stop them. Then something went wrong. The boat that was crossing the Harlem...it disappeared. It was not attacked by the monsters nor did it sink. It just...vanished.

There is something very wrong about this place. More so than I think any of us originally thought.

That being said. At least the crew is safe and in one piece, though I imagine a lot more disturbed than I am.

[Noise in the background]

I'm going to suggest that we establish a strict Quite Hours policy. We have too many people staying here now not to.

Any objections can be taken up with me [there's a sound of a gun clicking...she's totally just cleaning her guns...totally]

[Locked, Viewable Only by Residents Living At Fort Strand]

We've got a situation.

Harry's missing.

I've let him down

[ooc: strikes barely readable]

I was talking to Christina and Fred Parker at the supply center today. They told me that their daughter Wendy is still missing. I'm worried for the couple. Harriet seems to think that she's just spending time away from them with her old boyfriend, Omar. I understand it can be difficult for an adolescent girl to be stuck here away from her friends. She's a sweet girl and told me a lot of stories about her old classmates Ariel and Regina.

I told them I'd keep an eye out. I just hope Eric is still doing okay, I haven't seen him at the supply center recently and he's been rather sick the past few weeks. I asked him if it was a crab bite and he said no. I think he was going to have it looked at by that Dr. Taylor.

Henry's gotten better though so that's good, I think it's been the weather. His wife Ellen was very worried about him.

Oh and Yuri, thanks for the casserole recipe. It was delicious.

*rushed, rumbling can be heard in the background *

I can't believe what I just saw. This is just...beyond anything I anticipated. How are there suddenly two?

*pause, sounds of things being shoved into a bag*

I'll be running around town. If you need my assistance flag me down. Every try to stay in a safe location and don't get in EITHER of the monster's ways.

This is ridiculous. *cursing and then the microphone is turned off*

[Locked, Viewable ONLY by Strand 2.0 house members, members of the Orange Team, and Sora]

I can't be positive based only on a name (it could just be a coincidence after all), but I want to warn you all about a possible homunculus. He goes by the name of Greed. I'm not sure what his abilities are since each of them seems to have a different one (or how much those abilities might have been limited), however, all of them are capable of regeneration and are EXTREMELY difficult to put down. Trust me.

He might not try anything, I don't know, but just be careful when he's around...also keep an eye out for a ouroboros tattoo somewhere on their body (it's a snake eating it's own tail, making a circle)...that'll let you know for certain if he's a homunculus or not.

At least it's not Pride...

[End Locked Entry]

Thank you, Sora, for stopping by last week. Celes...how are you doing?

The How's My Driving? Meme

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It's Friday. I thought it was supposed to be Thursday. Is anyone else getting a feeling of deja vu?

This entry won't be too long...I'm not feeling very well and hearing that all too familiar roar in the distance is doing nothing for it.

I guess this is what happens when you get your hopes up. We celebrated too soon people, even I will admit that. It was a nice try but she just won't die.

This reeks even more of government someone else's interference.

I've read some of the reactions to that...announcement. Unfortunately I cannot offer much more than Billy did. I can tell you, however, that the strange beeps you might have heard...that was Morse code. It took me awhile because I'm a bit rusty with it but I translated it out to be essentially the same message. Of course, not matter what version I go over, I can't figure out the meaning behind it.

THIS MESSAGE IS CLASSIFIED
UNIT H85244
SPECIAL SECTION CFP-TCI
PRIORITY ONE REQUEST COORDINATES/STATUS RE:
CV-102
CV-108
CV-109
TRANSMISSION IN THE BLINDZONE: I.D. REQUIRED
REQUEST IMMEDIATE RESPONSE
END TRANSMISSION

I wonder though...it says 'blindzone.' Do you think, perhaps, that just as we are cut off from the outside world they are also cut off from us? It could very well be a two-way thing. Of course, that begs the question as to how they got through now.

Either we picked this transmission up by accident or they're trying to make contact with the island's inhabitants and are wanting a response.

Why do these things just have to get more complicated?

It's hard to keep track of what's going on anymore...one minute there's weddings and talks of Halloween celebrations but always in the background is the true danger of this place.  It's a very strange way to live I have to say and yet even I find myself slipping into the celebrations to get my mind of things...slipping into the role of girlfriend no less.

I guess in one way it helps cure the restlessness this place sometimes brings...when there's no crabs in the streets or big momma looming on the horizon it almost seems peaceful and you forget that you're stuck here and don't know why.  It's silly but when you stop thinking about those things you start actually living life...normally...for instance thinking about what to get a certain someone for their birthday (that they never mentioned personally and you had to find out from OTHER sources).

It's been a long time since I've written on this...it really has...





I hope Mia is okay.

I can't sleep.  I've dozed a few times but sleep seems impossible now.  I can still walk though and am uninjured and as such I will be sweeping the city for those who are and taking them to Madison Square Garden as suggested by Mia.  If anyone else is awake and would like to meet me feel free...I should be at Union Square Park in two hours time to start a sweep of that area.

I know this is a trying time for all of us but we're only going to make it if we stick together and help one another.

I need to go...sitting around like this is making me restless.

I apologize for being so bad about keeping up with these posts...it's hard to find time lately. Things have been anything but quiet lately so on the one hand while I should be worried that it's suddenly quiet now I'll enjoy it for the moment. I'm running low on ammo again so I'll probably need to go stock up soon. I know most people are worried about what will happen when we run out of food but I'm sure I'm not alone in worrying what we're going to do when we run out of bullets. For those of you using guns against the crabs I would suggest not going for overkill and trying to hit them with as few shots as possible.

*sound of movement then a sigh*

...

Great. I got polish on the keys...

*rustling, silence for a few moments*

Before I go, since it's proved quiet apparent that there is no point hiding this due to certain parties...yes, Harry and I are in a relationship and no, you don't get details.

I'm feeling a bit better today but these past few days have felt like some of the worst days I remember from the war. Aside from that it's been pretty quite around here. I actually haven't run into many crabs while on patrol this week.

And with another influx of new arrivals I've discovered Edward Elric's journal among them. I'm glad to see a familiar face but at the same time wish he had stayed in Amestris...he's a good kid but I know he has other things he needs to do...like for his brother. I also imagine the Colonel is going to be rather displeased that both Edward and myself have disappeared...unless the time distortion applies to travel between this world and home.

Harry, you might be interested in speaking to Edward...he's smart and a practitioner of the alchemy I was telling you about.

Murphy.  I'm sorry.

The injuries I received last week are gone for the most part. There's still some bruising on my back but other than that I think I'm alright...not that the extent of my injuries was anything severe...I'll thank Harry and Murphy again for their help anyways. Considering all that has happened this is a relatively short entry it seems...I guess I'm still trying to process it all or something although every time I start to think about how lucky I got...

...this is nothing like warfare...I think I could handle Ishbal again as opposed to what happened last week.

While I have communicated with a good number of you I realize now that I had yet to make an entry myself. My name is Riza Hawkeye and I am a First Lieutenant in the Amestris Military. I know a lot of you will have not heard of Amestris but that is because I do not believe it exists in this world. Sorry to disappoint you Karst, you can call me crazy if you so wish but I know where I came from and know the things I have seen in the past were far too real to be considered mental delusions. Plus they do not allow such people in the military in the first place, I've had to take many psych evaluations.

Now to business, Harry if you're reading this I have retrieved the items we will need, the police station I visited had ample supply for both myself and you. I suppose now the only question left is when and where are we to have our little 'date.'

Godot, I haven't had a cup of coffee yet...does the offer still stand?