[ roy's week has been better.

between the removal from shehui and the now impossibility of being trapped in some sort of magical hellscape, and multiple people vanishing, and still more people appearing, he's had something of a time of it. but keep calm and carry on is the mantra of the day, even if roy sounds noticeably . . . not off, necessarily, but definitely more tired and muted than he typically is. he normally sounds confident and in control, but at the moment, he just sounds somewhat fed up. between shehui, riza being taken, hughes showing up, and about 20% of the coven up and vanishing, he's had about enough.

that being said, he has appearances to maintain, so he tries not to let his frustration and exhaustion leak into what he's about to say to the coven. someone needs to round everyone up and make sure they're okay. it may as well be him, especially considering what they're all seeing and going through. ]

To those who don't know who I am, my name is Brigadier General Roy Mustang. Whether you use my title or not is entirely up to you; I'm not going to police your comfort level with the military, nor does it mean much here other than I have experience in dealing with catastrophe.

[ he is normally not so blunt, but. times are hard, man. ]

Given our current situation and the sudden absence of multiple people from the Coven, we need to regroup. Staying together is imperative to our safety, and wandering this place alone is a recipe for disaster. I'm sure most of you have already figured this out, but to those who haven't: avoid the hotbeds of magical activity and do not drink the water. Hallucinations tend to occur when either of those things happen, and we can't afford any of our own being incapacitated. We're trapped here until further notice, and with little-to-no guidance from Qri or our former captors, [ because honestly, fuck the reason they're in shehui in the first place, but he'll try to keep his bitterness concerning qri to himself ] we are on our own. Rely on each other, and we will be fine.

[ he pauses. ]

I know many of you are still recovering from the atrocities that Shehui inflicted upon all of us, and that this is far from an ideal recovery place. There's no need to pretend to be fine if you aren't, but rely on those who can help you, if able. Check in with me if you are still here. I'll send my location telepathically to the entirety of the Coven; find me, and we will begin to set up a temporary campsite until we figure out how to best get out of here.

[ there's another pause before he sighs, running his hands over his face to have a moment of thought to himself. ]

If you have any questions, concerns, or require any supplies, speak to me. If you have specialized healing abilities, say so to the Coven on this feed. People are hurt. [ hughes, specifically, needs more help than roy gave him, but. he won't say that out loud. ] We will begin to divvy up responsibilities when we are in a centralized location. Make your way here before focusing on anything else you are told. And remember -- ignore the hallucinations; they are not real. Thank you.

[ and as the feed ends, a location is sent, telepathically, where roy has set up camp near a grove of trees.

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[ ooc: feel free to threadjack and use this as an open log to generate some plots! i do not care how many people threadjack or if folks interrupt roy in the comments. lay it on each other. :)

EDIT: here is a log for the tasks y'all are plotting out below! if your character has volunteered something, please feel free to throw up a top level for volunteers. ]

[So. This is a Problem. Yusuke'd heard that there were vines to be found in the western part of the island and that a few people were gathering them because you can never have enough rope, and he wants to be helpful so he thought maybe he could do the same!

And then he got a little lost. But he found his way to the vines eventually!

And then he, like the easily distracted by art boy he is, got distracted and started toying with a few of the vines in an attempt to see if he could do anything with them other than use them as rope.

And now he's in trouble. Thank God for telepathy?]

If-if anyone can hear me, I've found myself in a...situation!

( At first there's not a video feed, just a very simple yet disgruntled question: )

Does anyone around here know how to knit? I feel like I have to be missing something.

( In an effort to illustrate the point, there's suddenly a telepathic video stream attached, showcasing what appears to be a muddled ball of yarn; someone may or may not have resorted to trying to rub or melt it together because knitting is obviously just some type of witchcraft.

Hands attempt to pull it apart to showcase the expert craftsmanship that went into this mess -- there's also the sound of rain, as well as a small voice in the background that keeps shouting FUCK! over and over again with varied levels of intensity. The culprit is a chubby Elto baby that's crawling around just out of sight, a thick stick grasped firmly in their hand. )

Lisko! No bad words! -- Regardless, I have a suspicion that the problem is more so with the type of...materials...since they don't want to stick together no matter what I do.

( Or Emil's just an idiot, which is only somewhat more likely. )

[COMING AT YOU LIVE from...from...a bath??? There's definitely bubbles hanging around this wet scarecrow of a human, along with swishing and slapping of water and some blonde fumbling about with a towel in the back (presumably for the now-clean Lalli) whose expression becomes distracted just moments after the mental broadcast begins.]

Emil can't make a circle around my thigh with his hands. No one can. That's stupid.

[Emil mostly seems to be melting into mortification rather than sticking to some kind of agenda, but whatever. Not like he's naked.]

If anyone in this stupid coven thinks I'm wrong, prove it. Come to the bathhouse in the next hour, and if you can make your fingers touch, you win. If not, Emil shuts up.

[if u want an ass kicking]

[He's closed himself off. He thought it might help -- slow your surroundings to a standstill, and maybe everything going on inside would learn to slow as well. When he got control over himself, he could control this stupid magic of his that was given to him. He thought he'd be happy, getting back the gifts he was born into, but even with them, the storm inside had been roaring enough to keep him up night after night.

Which meant he'd been even more cut off than he'd intended.]

I can't sleep. I need to. Tell me...what to do.

[Simple as that. Just help him rest, please...]

Okay, does anyone here know how to make 'ramen?!' Some kinda noodle soup that's supposed to be really, really good?

Apparently y'gotta get a buncha ingredients like fish and seaweed and now we've finally got a real ocean to get 'em from, but I dunno where to go from there! Do I just throw 'em all in a big pot or what?