Swapfield!

[equinamity]

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

[equinamity]

You don't have somewhere to sleep..?

[emperor_cowboy]

[He idly pawed at the ground. Might as well come out with it.]

Yeah... just n'yot used to this body...

[equinamity]

I see. Your body was changed as well today, then?

It seems to be fairly common.

[emperor_cowboy]

Could... could you help me look?

[The more he looked at the figure in front of him... the more she seemed familiar. Though he couldn't place it at the moment.]

[equinamity]

Help you look for what?

[emperor_cowboy]

Foo----

[No, not food.]

... my body?

[equinamity]

I would be happy to help you find your body.