2.1 (first.)

[nurture]

A:) early morning - Hastings Blvd; open.

[there is a woman with a light coat pulled up over her nightgown taking a few bewildered steps from her front door and toward the street. perhaps you're used to the sight of someone waking up in Mayfield for the first time and want to help? or, maybe she accidentally bumps into you where she's staring at 'her' house as she starts down the sidewalk?]

B:) late morning - phone; open.

[there's a slight and hesitant pause before Trisha starts speaking.]

Edward? Al? [a beat...] ...Winry?

Are you still-- Can you hear me?

C:) early evening - around town; open.

[having gotten her bearings and taken the time to check up on old and familiar faces, Trisha is back in her own clothing and has taken to the streets for some air. she's trying to feel out what's changed from the last time she walked the likes of Mayfield; the bitter chill of winter has gone and it seems summer is here in earnest. had it really been so long...?

she seems a little confused-- stopping to look at building storefronts before continuing along. maybe you bump into her? or are you a kind soul who cares to ask what she might be looking for?]

Comments

B

[theboywiththebook]

[Ed, Al, Winry? This lady knew them?]

They're here in the town.

[nurture]

[oh... this voice is very young-sounding, isn't it?]

Are they?

[there's only a tiny pause. her voice sounds warmer.] Would you happen to know where they're living...? It would be a very big help!

B

[snacklist]

[Of all the voices he was expecting to hear speak his name, this was the last one. They had been lucky -- no, far beyond lucky -- to see her even once here. But to get a second chance at a second chance...]

Mom?

[He clears his throat, trying to make his voice sound less like a strangled whisper. He would be sure he were dreaming, if it weren't impossible for him to sleep.]

Mom? Is that... you?

[nurture]

--Al!

[it's enthusiastic-- relieved.]

Al-- yes... it's me! Are you alright? [she had promised to do all she could not to leave them behind again... and she had done just that :( Al, she's so sorry.]

C

[littleredwolf]

Are you lost, my lady?

[nurture]

[she will slow to a stop when she's spoken to, and gives a warm but slightly sheepish smile.]

Oh-- I'm not lost! It's the first time I've looked for the hardware store, even though I'm sure I've seen it before...

C;

[encored]

[well he's not exactly a kind soul, but he's seen the wandering loser look before. it's more or less habit by now to stop for that, how sad...]

If you're looking for the places actually worth spending time at, you're heading in the wrong direction. Downtown is that way.

[nurture]

[Charles, doing his civic duty... the world is coming to an end, isn't it? this is not a lie anymore oh no oh no]

--Oh!

[WHOOPS... shotapire reads as a child to her, and so... she's softening her expression and tucking away that lost look.]

Is it? It seems I've gotten turned around somehow...

The hardware store is that way, right?

C

[hintcoinplz]

[Luke spots the familiar-looking woman on his way home. He stops suddenly, doing a double-take right before he crashes face first into a stop sign. Smooth.]

Oof! Ow...

M-miss Trisha? Is that you?

LMAO keywords.......

[nurture]

[--oh, no! she's giving a little startled wince on his behalf, before crouching down and gently rubbing his poor head lakjsdf]

Luke! I'm so sorry... did I scare you?

C

[allwehad]

[Margot is out doing much the same, having acquired one of her vices and taking a long drag from a cigarette. She doesn't even notice Trisha, lost in her own thoughts, and bumps into her.]

Oh, hey, sorry... Didn't mean -- I wasn't paying attention.

[She quickly stubs out the cigarette, offering a small smile.]

New around here too, huh?

[nurture]

[--ooph. she gives a little noise of surprise, but no harm done!]

--Oh! No, no... it was my fault!

[but at the mention of being new:]

It feels a little like a dream... Did you just wake up in Mayfield?

Phone ◈

[handsforhealing]

[ Winry reacts quickly. She didn't need to be addressed to know that she needed to say something. She has the phone and is calling back as soon as she hears her name. ]

Miss Trisha?! Is that you?!

[nurture]

Winry!

[she sounds relieved-- happy to hear her voice, even if being in Mayfield is far from a good thing. :(]

Winry... are you alright?

C

[busy_fists]

[Here's the friendly neighborhood baker, probably looking and sounding for all the world like a normal Mayfield drone.]

Evening, miss! Can I help you?

[nurture]

[a kindly greeting is a kindly greeting to Trisha, and she'll slow her pace to return it with a smile.]

Oh-- you wouldn't happen to know where the hardware store is, would you? I thought I had my bearings, but I think I got turned around somehow... I'm so sorry to trouble you!

C.

[birthmarked]

[Esther will be that kind soul! She does give her a little side look before engaging.]

Are you looking for something, Miss?

[nurture]

[Trisha will turn at the sound of a woman addressing her--

and spotting Esther, she'll offer a warm (if a little embarrassed) smile.]

Oh... I'm looking for the hardware store! I thought it was right on this street, but... I can't seem to find it.

[Around Town]

[equinamity]

[Hi there, Trisha, Riza is walking home from work and--]

[Wait, what?]

Mrs. Elric?

[nurture]

[this is a familiar voice. one Trisha recalls very clearly from her previous time in the town, and she's turning toward the sound quickly--]

Riza!

B

[unexculpable]

Mom?!

[nurture]

Ed?

[Ed ;; she sounds relieved and concerned to hear his voice simultaneously.]

Edward! Are you alright--?

A

[princeofjunes]

[Yosuke had been enjoying a pleasant bike ride around town before heading into work, but when he sees Trisha he loses all focus on the road and finds himself staring]

[And unfortunately, there's a trash can right in his path. Fate can be a cruel cruel mistress]

[One horrible crash later, Yosuke is rolling around the sidewalk in a trash can. De ja vu sucks]

[nurture]

[she might have missed him coming down the road in her stupor, but... the sound of him colliding into

...literally

the trash can is enough to catch her attention. she's turning around with a start, before she's immediately jogging over to crouch down and put her hands on the trash can to get it to stop.]

--Are you alright?!

[yosuke why just

why]

A

[nyanpire]

[Nyanpire was up on an early walkabout, hoping to maybe have breakfast with a friend this morning rather than breakfast at home. If his efforts failed, hey, he could get Charlie to make him toast later....]

N...nyaa?

[But what was that familiar smell? And.. and that familiar figure? With brown hair?]

Trisha...? Trisha! NYAAA, TRISHA!!!

[And Nyanpire breaks into a run towards her, tugging at her housecoat when he finally makes it.]

[nurture]

[--oh!

there is no doubt in her mind who that little voice belongs to, and Trisha doesn't hesitate (after a brief start of surprise) to bend down and collect the cat up gently.]

Nyanpire!

C

[bailedontheempire]

Are you looking for something in particular?

[nurture]

Oh--

[she looks a little surprised to be addressed, like someone startled out of a daydream, before she smiles in warm greeting.]

I'm sorry... Was I in your way? I'm looking for the hardware store but... I seem to have forgotten where it was exactly even though I'm sure I've seen it before! I feel a little silly...

C

[envyspites]

[Mion had been bicycling around, but stopped dead in her tracks.

Memories of that January came rushing back. Horrible, awful memories. Mangled surgery limbs bodies hospital corpses SURGERY SURGERY SURGERY--]

...Trisha-san?

[nurture]

[Trisha hadn't been herself back then-- and things from that time period are still hazy, like a bad dream, but...

she remembers that green hair starkly as the girl comes to a sharp halt all of a sudden--]

...Yes? I--

[wait... is this--?]

action ❥ around town

[priceofmagic]

[ Satou is heading back from a training session by makeout point. A bit tired and not trusting herself to not have a sleepy hallucination, she almost passed Trisha on the street. It's mostly luck that lets Satou's gaze flicker to the store Trisha's in front of at the moment and more luck that she recognizes the other woman...

Looking just as much like Satou's own mother as ever. Leaving her just as suddenly as her birth mother did too. Her voice tries to dry away, and it takes Satou a few tries to get a decent sound to come out. ]

Trish- Miss Trisha-san!!!

[nurture]

[Trisha is turning toward the sound of her name, and... while some of her feels fuzzy, memories a little rough around the edges, this is a voice she remembers well.

recognition is blooming.]

Satou!

C:) early evening - around town; open.

[pnshandnslv]

[Sadly, he makes the unfortunate misstep of... bumping into her. He looked rather angry at this at first... almost annoyed. However, he finally calmed himself to offer somewhat of an apology.]

My mistake. ... I didn't see you.

[nurture]

[she gives a little noise of surprise -- just a tiny 'oh!', as she stumbles a step back.]

I'm so sorry! Are you alright?