[Well, this call's calm at least.]

My family. It appears they are all drones. And this is... not the same house. The date has changed...

I don't understand... has something happened? Has the town done something again?

[Is time pulling another trick on her? Goddamnit, time. stop that.

No. Wait. Pull yourself together, Aigis.]

... My name is Aigis. I would like to confirm that I am still in Mayfield... and how long it has been. My... memories are... confused. [Why the fuck is she in a different house?]

If possible, I would like the locations or the fates of Minato Arisato-san and... Kaito-san. [The robot one, but who'd know that. And she won't call him that over the phones. She has a longer list, but ahaha, those two get the first check.]

 phone  ◈
[ Winry has chosen to make her call fairly late in the afternoon. Her hope is that the Elric brothers, who she cannot imagine sitting still in their houses all day, will be out and away from the phone. Drone filters are fine, but she wouldn't mind talking to their housemates. ]
Hey, good afternoon! Sorry, I know this is sort of sudden... or maybe it's more late. But the carnival... Can anyone tell me what exactly happened there? [ She lowers her voice to a whisper. It's not something she wants to ask Ed or Al. ] Are there any people trying to organize a way to get out of here? And do you need a mechanic..? I want to help. I can't just sit around waiting anymore.

action ◈
[ Later that day, Winry will be walking around the neighborhood... and stopping to examine every car parked in every driveway. Chances are that she'll stop in front of your house, making sketches on a notebook. If you have any sort of abnormal vehicle hanging out in the driveway then she's just going to stop and stare in awe. You might want to call out to her, since she will otherwise linger around your house for an hour or so.  ]

.: Phone :.

I give up. Does anyone have a good or any recipe for treacle tart? I miss it something fierce, but it's not in any of the cook books I found in this town.

Or any help in actually cooking, for that matter.


.: Action at 1485 Kramden Rd :.

Nothing is on fire in the kitchen this time, but the place is a mess, with every bowl and container out on the counter. Lily's taken advantage of her drone mum being at a ladies club to claim the kitchen to herself, and it's not going well.

Magic's been of minimal help so far, and her attempt to bake cookies haven't gone too badly, evident by the appealing smell wafting through the window and outside. It's really everything else.


.: Action outside 1449 Mitchell Rd :.

With a fistful of smooth pebbles in hand, Lily is doing the time honored tradition of flinging one at a time at James's and Sirius's bedroom window. It's also fairly late at night, so she's trying to be quiet about it with varying levels of success.