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E҉̘̩̙͢͝͡R̛̫̘̝̮̞̬͓̝̫̻̻̜̦̀ͅŖ̮̳͕̲͚͜O̷̙̖͓͙̗̰͘͟R̯̝͓̪̻̩̟̟͕̥͍̭̪͍͘:̵̛̛̝͖͓̺̥̙̝̀͜ ̧̛͙͚̱̫͇̹̙̥͎̜̖̺̻̕͠͝I͇͓̫̺͖̻͈̝͇̰͕̩̯͝͡N̶̛̪̯̤̭̻͎͚̻̟͙V̧̼͙̹͔͝A̷̸̵̧̰̱̺̗̤̤̹̙̺͕͎͇̦̫͕̣̰̪͟L͏̡͍̣̫̘̖̰̟̤̟̕I̛̜̻̖̦̥͓̟̫͡ͅD҉͏̶̴̷͔̬̗̘͖͓͚͔̗̱̝̹̻͔ ̷̢̗͉͚͓̱̫͙̱̪̥̤͢R̵̢̭͕͖̙̤̣̬̪̜͎͇̙̥̘͕̙͟͜ͅE̴̷̶͇̖̙̪̜̜̫̪̬̣̣̫̺͜F̢͏̸̳̬̟͖͉͎͉̤͉͉͎̣̲̙͉͢E͏̨̧̫̩̭̯͓̬̼̳̳̱͉̤͞R̶͉͈̪͔͈͘Ȩ̧̩͙̦̝͉͇͚̼̫̭̕͘͡N̷̡̖͇͕̻̰̯͈͕͉̯C̳̝͍̤̫̥̰͝Ȩ̴̨͡͏̥̥̯̰̭̻̳̫ E҉̘̩̙͢͝͡R̛̫̘̝̮̞̬͓̝̫̻̻̜̦̀ͅŖ̮̳͕̲͚͜O̷̙̖͓͙̗̰͘͟R̯̝͓̪̻̩̟̟͕̥͍̭̪͍͘:̵̛̛̝͖͓̺̥̙̝̀͜ ̧̛͙͚̱̫͇̹̙̥͎̜̖̺̻̕͠͝I͇͓̫̺͖̻͈̝͇̰͕̩̯͝͡N̶̛̪̯̤̭̻͎͚̻̟͙V̧̼͙̹͔͝A̷̸̵̧̰̱̺̗̤̤̹̙̺͕͎͇̦̫͕̣̰̪͟L͏̡͍̣̫̘̖̰̟̤̟̕I̛̜̻̖̦̥͓̟̫͡ͅD҉͏̶̴̷͔̬̗̘͖͓͚͔̗̱̝̹̻͔ ̷̢̗͉͚͓̱̫͙̱̪̥̤͢R̵̢̭͕͖̙̤̣̬̪̜͎͇̙̥̘͕̙͟͜ͅE̴̷̶͇̖̙̪̜̜̫̪̬̣̣̫̺͜F̢͏̸̳̬̟͖͉͎͉̤͉͉͎̣̲̙͉͢E͏̨̧̫̩̭̯͓̬̼̳̳̱͉̤͞R̶͉͈̪͔͈͘Ȩ̧̩͙̦̝͉͇͚̼̫̭̕͘͡N̷̡̖͇͕̻̰̯͈͕͉̯C̳̝͍̤̫̥̰͝Ȩ̴̨͡͏̥̥̯̰̭̻̳̫
E҉̨̢͎͎̗̦͈͎̘R̨̘̦̙̖̳͈͟R̢̞̺͖̩̟̻͙͕̩͜O̢̢̼͉͔̟̯̝͇̙͜͠R̴̛̗̝͕̣̘͙̪͖̀͟:̢̢͉̙̥̝͖͉̯̟͇̖̱̖͓̲̳ ͏̴͉͈͈̦̝̦͉͖̖͉̪̝̠̭I͡҉̣̼̜̩̻̜͓̻̳̼̥̭̯̭̫͉̭ͅL̶͖͖̯̝̥̬̖̤̥̹͎̟̬̻̦̜̝̻̗͟͞Ļ̸̸̸̥̺̝̜̭̘̞͈͎͚͉E̶͍͍͈̬̕͜͟G̳̬͉̙̥̩̼̭̦͔͘͜͡À̴͟҉̤͔͇̩̳͝ͅL̟͉̯̥̝̀͢͝ ͏҉͈͎͇̞̪̬͓͎̖̥̜̦̖̜O̺̹̺̜͉̠͉̠͇̭̣͔͡͞P̢͘͜҉̺̝̥͎̜Ḙ̢͔͇̰͇̯̺͇͓̜Ŗ̦̝̫̯̻̰͍͙̼̮͎̕ͅA̸̬̯͉͓̥̕͢͞ͅT̷̡͎̻̳̥Ḭ̵̡̥̭̥̀͞O̴͈̤͚͇̜͘͘͞N̢̬͕̙̫̦̳̫̭͖͙̤.̧͢͜҉̩̼̬̞̟̻͇̭͖ ̳̝̺̯̣̠̣̲͎̝̞̣̭̫͘͠S̡̧̼͈̱̳̰̰̳̻̺̫̝͈͖͎ͅH̦̖̣̦̱͓͙͓̣́͜͠͠Ù̸͎̹̼̱͈͇̼̼̕ͅͅṰ̤̝̦̞͍̮̦̞̼̪͕̹̬͈͝T͞͏̟͖͔̯̼̫̞̥̣̘͉̫̟ͅI̢͖̪̮̺̰̟͎͈͇̻͈͔͉̱̯͓̻͞N̢̨̮̱͕̣͟Ģ̸̝̟͚̩͙͖ͅ ҉̴̝̭̩̯̫̤̼̬͇͡ͅD̨͏̺͎̝̟͔͉͕̲̮͎̦͓̥͕̹͓̮̖̘̀͠Ǫ̵͍͇̝̱̖̳̦͖͡W̸̧̩͕̹̹̬̰̻̣̣͓̞̼̮̦̺͟͞͡N̡̛̫͙̠͚̠̲̙̟̤͔̦͙ͅ.҉̢̻̝̦͓̀̕͠

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OTA - Prompts for days/nights one and two

[armoured]

A: Day One, Morning (Network)

[At first Al thinks he has passed out again, another blackout just when it was least convenient... but... this isn't the gate and his body is nowhere to be seen. Always when he passes out it's a bright white light, and then his body, this is nothing like that. There's a room, not a half translucent one, but a real and solid one. Trying not to panic (not entirely successfully), he focuses on the nearest and most immediate mystery - the weird device beeping at him and prompting him to enter a name for the network.

Network?

He doesn't recognise this in any way as some kind of phone device, it's nothing like the telephones in Amestris, the technology is far more advanced. But whatever this is, it says there are others - others who may know where he is and what's going on, who may have seen his brother - and all he has to do is input his name. Alas, tablets are not made with giant metal fingers in mind, so his input is not quite right through lack of experience and once it's in, it's not allowed to be changed.

The identifying name that flashes up when Al hesitantly addresses the network, a high child's voice against a totally blank screen, is "LELRIC".]

Hello? Can anybody hear me?

[He holds the tablet up to his ear as if it were a proper telephone, confusion half battling away fear for the moment.]

This, um... thing said other people were here to talk to. Please, if someone else is out there, say something.

[At a loss for what to say other than the basic cry for help, not even knowing if someone else is out there, he finishes up rather lamely with a long silence and then nothingness.]

B: Days and Nights One and Two (Network)

[The next broadcast from "LELRIC" doesn't appear until a few hours later. During this time Al has explored his own little house from top to bottom, examined the tablet, and struck out into the snow. So much of this makes no sense to him, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't frightened by what he's experiencing, but... but he's an Elric. He will take things as they come and move forwards until he finds explanations, reasons, and a way back to where he needs to go.

His voice is stronger the second time around, though it's edged underneath with a tension that can't be denied.]

This is Alphonse Elric sending out a message to anyone who can hear me. If there is anyone else nearby, or receiving the call from this-- uh, telephone-- then please respond. I have found food, and I am travelling through an unknown place covered in snow. I will send out this message every hour, and I will travel until I find familiar ground, other people, or until night falls.

[This isn't because he's frightened of the night, he doesn't know yet that he should be. It's for the simple reason that exploring an unknown place in the dark of night is foolish.

As good as his word, Al will broadcast this message every hour for the first two days, and for two hours after finding shelter at night, before ceasing and beginning again the next day.]

C: Day One (K2 - G2), Day Two (G2 - D2) (Action)

[The snow reminds him of Briggs, but he knows intrinsically that it isn't. The wooden buildings are different, the snow banks are different, and there's no massive fortress to be seen. Walking is hard going, his feet sink deeply with every step and make progress slow, but he has to keep going.

The strangest thing is... he almost feels like he can feel the cold.

He wants to shiver, he feels the bite of the ice against his metal body, and a growing pain in his stomach that he doesn't even associate with hunger after so long without. He knows this has to be in his mind, a cruel psychological trick brought on by stress, but the idea that he might even be able to pretend to feel cold captivates his mind and distracts him as he walks.

To anyone who either woke up anywhere between K2 and D2 on the map, or who have also gone wandering to try and find people, Al is available to be seen in the listed areas. He is extremely visible against the snow, as he is over seven feet tall and 'wearing' a suit of spiked armour.]

Day One, 07:00 - ID: Spoiler

[spoileralert]

Hello?

[ Everything is suspicious, by but she's searched the place and hasn't found any answers yet. She has to at least take a look at the tablet, and the network it connects to. She holds it like a video phone, frowning at the strange image on the screen. ]

Who are you?

[armoured]

[Al jumps about a foot high when a voice actually answers him, sounding crisp and clear compared to the unreliable telephone system of Amestris. How is this working? There are no wires, cables, or anything...

There's a second or two of stunned silence, before he realises that he's been asked a question and should probably respond. He doesn't know if she's friend or foe, but he's naturally trusting so there's no wariness in his tone when he replies, only relief.]

O-Oh, I'm Alphonse. Alphonse Elric, I'm lost and I found this, uh, thing that said other people would hear me if I talked through it.

[It has to be a form of phone, right?]

Day One, 0900 - ID: George Milton

[bindlestifflost]

[George heard the first broadcast? Call? Like a weird cross between radio and a telephone that looks like a book. Hell if he knows. He didn't know enough about it to answer then and had more pressing things to worry about.

Now that he has his bearings and has started out on his own exploration, he's willing to try to answer via voice. Good thing this thing is easy enough to use even Lennie could've probably figured it out, if he didn't break the damn thing first.]

Yeah, I hear ya. Couldn't tell you if I'm nearby or what. Can't see a damn thing 'cept snow and some busted up houses from here.

[In the pause the sound of wind blowing across the mic makes it hiss.]

Name's George. Guess that's obvious, uh...Lelric? That your nickname or somethin'?

[armoured]

[It makes his heart soar to hear another voice, even if it is someone just as lost and confused as him. The greater the number of people there are, the more chance someone will know what is going on, or at least give them strength as a group.]

Uh, no, not exactly.

[DAMN HIS LARGE AND UNWIELDY FINGERS!]

My name is actually Alphonse, I guess I just don't really know how this thing works yet.

[Introductions aside, he's more interested in George's wanderings.]

You said you can see broken houses? Can you see any that are in tact?

day 001, afternoon - ID: SceptredIsle (voice)

[keepscalm]

"An unknown place covered in snow" seems to apply here no matter where we go. [There's clear bitterness in his voice at first, though it gives way to a grim almost-concern.] I'm not certain you'll have an easy time of finding anyone on that alone.

[armoured]

Mm, I guess you're right.

[He doesn't sound at all down hearted, though. In fact, the presence of more and more responses to his distress call is buoying him significantly.]

That's why I've just left the house I woke up in, to see if I can find other landmarks or people. We need to find a way to all come together, that's the most important first step.

Day One; morning - ID: Greed

[ossifragant]

[That voice startles him enough to make Greed pause. He hasn't forgotten the voice, can't have forgotten the voice-- he last saw Alphonse moments ago, after ditching the kid in the woods with Martel for safe-keeping.

Greed doesn't respond right away if only because he doesn't know what he can do. He doesn't know where he is-- he just knows this place is cold and that he's poorly dressed for suddenly being surrounded by snow.

It takes Greed a moment to figure out how to respond, not because the strange phone thing that isn't a phone confuses him, but because he's pretty sure he's the last person the kid wants to hear from right now.]

Alphonse? Is that you?

[armoured]

[For a couple of seconds, Al doesn't even recognise the voice. It's been so long since he heard Greed speak for himself, in his own body, and he certainly hadn't expected to hear it again after what had happened to him.

But then...

Of all the people from Amestris, out of all the unfamiliar voices, why would this be the only familiar one? He's not sure how he feels about hearing Greed - certainly better than any of the other homunculus, that's for certain, but it's still an absolute shock.]

Greed?

[It's not a very loquacious reply, but he's stunned.]

B, Voice

[warriorscribe]

[Since he's broadcasting it every hour, Enoch does indeed pick it up as he's waiting for someone to respond to his own message. His user ID is just his name; he sees no reason to call himself anything else here. The need for aliases is long past, and if he's been brought here for who he is, trying to hide it is pointless.

He responds without thinking, glad to have the company of someone far away if nothing else. Is it really so different from having the Archangels speaking to him from somewhere high above?]

I can hear you, Alphonse. My name is Enoch. I'm not certain where I am, either, but it is also covered with snow, and there is a very large snowbank, more than five times my height, to the north of me. If you are traveling north, you may find it as well, it stretched in either direction as far as I could see.

[armoured]

[By this time, Al is already out in the driving snow, struggling across what seems like an endless expanse of frost. He doesn't understand it, but he seems to be shivering, the metal plates of his armour clinking and clanking as he trembles. He can feel the cold down to his marrow, or he thinks he can.

It has to be a trick, some illusion, it has to be, and so he's stupidly determined to ignore it. It doesn't make his voice any less quavery with the cold when he replies, though.]

I can't see a bank that high, everything in front of me are just fields of snow, but I think I'm travelling west.

B, Night 1: Audio;

[villainously]

( he sounds too bloody young to be out in the snow on his own. Hook is not good with his tablet yet, even though he's trying to learn... but he can't not answer a voice like that. )

I'm here. I think there are more of us. I don't know where this place is.

Do you know where you are, navigationally? North, south, east, west?

( Hook isn't sure where he's going to go next, but toward people seems a good idea. )

[armoured]

[Al is exceptionally grateful to hear this voice, mostly because it distracts him from the strange hallucination of feeling tired. He hasn't quite learned that things are different here, yet.]

I'm not sure. I know that I've been travelling west because of the position of the sun, but I don't know how far in any compass direction I started.

Day 1 - A - ID: fenris

[scowls]

[ This one--person? spirit? Fenris doesn't know--sounds young. And as confused as he is. ]

Yes. [ A moment's silence, then he realizes that he probably ought to say something further. ] I am here.

[ Eyeing the word on the device, remembering that the spirit told him to enter his own name, Fenris assumes that it is the name of the voice's owner and makes an attempt at pronouncing it. ]

Your name is Lelric? I am Fenris.

[armoured]

[His initial and delighted reaction over hearing yet another voice, is dampened slightly by that mangling of his name.]

...It wouldn't let me change it when I got it wrong.

[Woe is his life. He had tried to input his name on this weird thing, and his fingers had been too big and not practised enough.]

It's actually Alphonse Elric, but you can just call me Al.

A; Day One, morning - ID: BAE

[jumpship]

Wait! Wait, I hear you!

[ Baelfire has been trying to reach anyone since his arrival as well, and to hear another voice (let alone a younger voice) is a huge relief. he's younger as well, and the fact that one of the first voices he hears isn't some terrible sounding thing makes a huge difference. ] Hello? I didn't break it, did I?

[ because really, it's not making any noise right away, does that mean he's messed things up somehow? ] Who's there?

[armoured]

[He feels an immediate pang of empathy for the slightly panicked note in this kid's voice, because he knows exactly how he feels right now.]

No, no you didn't break it. It's okay, I'm still here, and I can hear you.

[His voice softens, attempting to inject some comfort into his tone. It may not be too successful, as he's also still in shock about what's going on.]

My name is Alphonse Elric, and I'm a friend. Who are you?

C: Evening-ish? Day 2 in D2 (Action)

[indelibleink]

[She hadn't slept much the previous night. The heavy atmosphere that had seemingly suddenly descended had gotten to her. So she'd spent the night when she wasn't trying to sleep poking at the tablet, trying to figure out more about this place. She'd dozed a bit only to be woken by the footsteps and the distinct sound of a machine humming. However, she found no trace of the source.

After finding the convenience store the day before, Helena decided to go in a different direction. She'd found a playground, which she made note of in the event she needed or wanted to attempt to dismantle any of the equipment there to use for spare parts or something. Upon finding nothing else of interest, she backtracked back to the house she'd been using as a base since she woke up. It, at least, was a point of reference for her to use. The things she'd found and taken, along with the rations and tablet, were in her pack, which she was carrying with her.

She looked up and saw someone coming in her direction. Helena stopped and merely stared for some moments. Her raven hair no doubt stood out against the stark white of the snow. She pulled the jacket she'd been given around her a bit tighter.]

Hello?

[She called out, still not certain if this was a trick of her mind or not. And the feeling of slight nausea that she'd had since the early morning only grown stronger as the day had worn on. And sometimes, sometimes she could swear she heard voices, but there was never anything there when she'd turn to look.]

Well hello action buddy

[armoured]

[To say that Al is relieved to see another living human being is a gross understatement. He's spent two days pushing onwards through snow, alone and feeling ever more... strange. He feels as though his stomach hurts, but that's impossible as he knows he's hollow. He hasn't yet realised, or wouldn't even be able to comprehend, that he somehow has to eat here and what he's feeling is hunger.

The isolation had been starting to get to him too, making him hear whispers and feel a growing anxiety that something bad was coming. Which means that when he sees someone calling out to him, he's quick to respond. He jumps up and down, waving, a massive figure in armour up ahead.]

Hello over there! Please, come in, there's enough room for us both to shelter and I'd love to talk to you.

Day One, Morning - ID: Summoner

[ninjainviolet]

[ After a long and horrible struggle with trying to figure this whole "tablet" thing out, Sheena's finally been able to enter her ID, and almost immediately, hears a child's voice.

After a couple of more tries, she figures out the Voice only function and responds. ]

Yes. I'm here. Are you all right?

[ The concern is strong in this one. ]

[armoured]

[He should be feeling more concerned when more and more people respond to him, as it just makes it more likely that this is some large, well-planned, conspiracy. But he doesn't, he only feels relieved and ever more confident. To him, the more people, the more chance there is of banding together and finding solutions.]

Mm, I'm just confused. I'm not hurt, though, I guess that's something. How about you?

B - night one; voice; ID: tiro

[fataliteas]

[From her end of the connection, she makes a slow circuit through the house she's discovered and where she'll be staying for the night. Her voice is young, but carefully composed. There seems to be no fear at all in it, just the quiet tension of purposeful calm.]

Hello, sir. This is Mami Tomoe. You've managed to reach me just fine.

I apologize if this question sounds odd, but what sort of food did you discover?

[armoured]

O-Oh, you don't have to call me sir, I'm just Al! I don't really think I'm old enough to be a sir, and I don't hold a position of authority either.

[His voice is warm and friendly, trying to put her at her ease, as he roots around in the bag he's been carrying.]

When I got here, there was a little bit of food waiting for me, but I haven't found anything else.

Day One, 20:00 - ID: Sakuraba

[feelingepic]

[There have been messages all day, but in favor of exploring, Neku hadn't scanned through unless directed right at him. But now that he's settled in for the night, all he can do is look at the network. And there are apparently more people here than just him...]

I think 'unknown place covered in snow' describes this entire place.

[armoured]

Yeah, I think I've kind of got that now.

[He chuckles a little awkwardly.]

But someone must know where we are, and it only takes one person with the information to hear my message, right?