Swapfield!

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A | 1761 Nelson | Morning

[Riza woke early as per usual, but found she was freezing. Even wrapped under the blankets something didn't feel right. There was no weight in the bed next to her, and a moment of abject panic resulted in her groping under the pillow for the gun she knew was there--except it wasn't.]

[She bolted up out of bed, and caught a glance of herself in the mirror and what in the ever loving hell is going on?]

What the hell is going on?!

B | Phone | Filtered to Roy Mustang

Sir? I think we have a bit of a problem...

C | Around Town

[Hi there, Mayfield. There is a rather cross looking "General Armstrong" walking through town. Not that looking cross is unusual for her, of course, but something seems a bit off about the woman.]

[Approach? Be forewarned, she is carrying a sword.]

Comments

[canhasfuhrer]

It's fine, just a blow to the stomach. If I can't survive that I've really fallen a long way.

And you? Any problems so far? Aside from the downgrade in figure, I mean.

[Just in case you're still listening, Major General]

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[Riza will never admit she's got a bit of a jealous streak, but the comment made her laugh weakly on the other side of the line.]

I'm all right. I hate being unarmed, though. And unfortunately, I've never been good with a sword.

[canhasfuhrer]

Then meet me somewhere. I'll give you back the gun I have on loan. I'll be fine with just my alchemy.

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I've already been promised I will get my weapons back provided I return Major General Armstrong's sword.

[canhasfuhrer]

That's a start.

Now, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm at a bit of a loss here. I don't suppose you've thought of a plan on how to get through this?

[equinamity]

Beyond attempting to survive the day? Unfortunately, not quite.

I only feel we're expected to play along. Mayfield's prone to ridiculous things like this, and I suppose we have no option but to go along with the plot.

[canhasfuhrer]

... well, if we're expected to go along...

Does that mean if I kiss you today, I'd be cheating on you?

[equinamity]

You're pressing your luck.

[canhasfuhrer]

Sorry, couldn't help myself.

Just stay safe today, alright? And keep in touch. I'm guessing you'll want to maintain the appearance of being the Major General, so I don't expect to spend the day together, but don't leave me in the dark.

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I won't, sir. My first objective is to regain my weapons.

Would you please ask Major General Armstrong to call into work today and say I won't be in?

[No harm, no foul, but Riza doesn't think Olivier would be able to pull off pretending to be her for a day. She'd rather just...not go to work.]

[canhasfuhrer]

I can take care of that - I'm your husband, right? That gives me a little authority.

Still doesn't get me dinner on the table...

[equinamity]

I would love to see you try and convince Major General Armstrong that I cook you dinner and see if she'll do it.

Though that would probably end with you injured, so I suppose I wouldn't really suggest it.

[canhasfuhrer]

Since I'd like to be in one piece for you when you're back to normal, I'll pass on that idea.

... out of curiosity though, how off balance do you feel in her body? Just curious. Earlier she was saying something about her having bigger hips.

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[Really, Roy?]

She's taller than I am. The ground seems further away. It would probably impact my aim if I had to take a shot.

[canhasfuhrer]

Well, keep it in mind. You're to come back in one piece, alright? That's an order!

[equinamity]

Yes, sir.