mayfield_rpg | Patrol Nine | If You're Happy And You Know It...

[Action: Outside of Hospital]

[Once she's free of the factory and left outside of the hospital, she will make sure all of her fellow patients are okay on their own.]

If any of you need help, let me know, after all there's no reason to leave a man, woman, robot, uh, fellow citizen behind! Just let me know if I can assist you!

[Action: Around Town]

[She's explored town before, but she's never really gone into all of the shops and offices, so she makes that her goal for the morning. Because of the distance she'll need to cover, she's pulled out her dusty skates and can be found skating around town humming and singing to herself as she flits in and out of said locations. Don't worry, she won't knock you over, she's got the breaks down now, or does she? She may just be too absentminded to stop soon enough. And if she bowls you over, she'll be giggling. As a matter of fact, if she wasn't humming or singing, she was already giggling.]

[Phone]

[When she goes home to deposit her skates before work, she notices she hasn't seen Emmett all day long, so she'll pick up the phone.]

Has anyone seen Emmett Brown today? I wonder if he was in the factory and I missed him, maybe he's there now. Has anyone seen the factory where they're performing the operations? It vanished on me!

[After a bit of giggling, she changes the subject]

Have any of you gotten flowers lately? Flowers are so pretty, everyone should get flowers sometime. I'll tell you what, because I'm feeling so happy, I'd like everyone else to be happy. I'll give everyone who comes into the Flower Shop a free flower of their choice today!

[Action: Flower Shop]

[Yes, she's in a much happier mood than normal today. Employees and anyone who walks through the door will notice her perma-grin and fits of giggles as she works with the flowers.]

[Occasionally she will be re-locating her happy self to the cooler, because, for winter, boy is it hot sometimes.]

[Olney's Tavern]

[She's having a good day, and she's gonna celebrate with a few drinks! Go ahead, encourage her to drink more and see what happens. Or notice that she can't quite sit still, her foot is tapping to the faint music in the bar and she's humming along with the tune. Just be careful, if she drinks too much she might overheat and try discarding clothing.]

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[Olivier grabs the counter to steady herself as she slides off the stool. She sticks out her lip in a pout before giggling.]

But I haven't even gotten to dance yet. Come dance with me, Riza!

[Lieutenant, she has your arm in the steel grip of an Armstrong and drags you out to an open spot in the tavern. What do?]

[On the one hand, he does have some sort of duty as a commander to save his subordinate. On the other hand, he's genuinely curious to see if Riza can dance. So for now he won't intervene, though he's prepared to swoop in and save her when it becomes too painful to watch]

[That has yet to happen]

[Do you see this death glare, Roy?]

[This is a death glare. Just for the record.]

Major General, I do not dance and we really need to be headed home, don't you think?

[It's clear she's a little more firm now and a little less playing along. And if Olivier hadn't tugged her along so suddenly, she'd probably have dragged Roy along with her.]

Olivier sticks out her lip in a pout, but seizes the opportunity of Riza looking elsewhere for a moment to unclip Riza's hair from it's usual updo.]

C'mon, Riza, let your hair down once in a while.

[And she'll giggle and force Riza into a twirl.]

[He sees that death glare. Quite frankly, it just may be worth it]

[And since in for a pinch in for a pound, he decides to wait just a little bit longer before stepping in]

[Not like he'll get any LESS in trouble]

Hey--

[Oh no she did not just yank her hairclip out. That hurt since she didn't bother actually undoing the clip and just yanked it. Even Roy didn't dare.]

[And he'd be in trouble later.]

Yes. My hair appears to be down now, and that's all well and good. Now let's go home, because as I've already said, I don't dance.

[If you want her to dance, you are going to have to actually grab her and do it by dragging her about to the music. ~~Or Roy, who seems very amused by the whole thing, could cut in. But that would just get him in more trouble later.~~]

[Olivier looks over at Roy and grins maniacally at him before looking Riza in the eye with the best serious face she can muster.]

I think both your superiors order you to relax and have a good time on the dance floor.

[At this point, Roy Mustang is at a crossroads. He can continue to just watch and find himself in boiling water with his Lieutenant. Not the best plan. He could swoop in, cut in and dance with her - and while it'd be amusing he'd end up in just as much trouble. Also not the best plan]

[Or, he could swoop in and cut in with Olivier. It might earn him back a few points with his subordinate (not to mention keeping her under her control is what they came to do), but it might also be hazardous to his health]

[Well, can't win 'em all]

[So with his mind made up he does indeed swoop in, gliding onto the dance floor with practiced feet. After all, it wouldn't do any good if the famed womanizer couldn't dance. Stealing Olivier away is a small task, though like a true pimp he does at least make a quip while doing the deed]

Sorry Lieutenant, I'll be taking this dance.

That's all well and good, Major General, but I don't think that--

[And then Roy slid in and grabbed Olivier to dance.]

[You have to be kidding her.]

[Really? Really? ~~For the record, she is of course in no way shape or form jealous. Not at all.~~ She's just glad that they've gotten control of the situation again.]

No wonder my mother kept pushing me to go out with you, she always thought good dancers made the best husbands, but I still can't stand you Mustang, go dance with the person you really want to dance with. I am perfectly capable of finding my own partner.

[And with that, she'll try and get out of his grasp.]

[Now this is a tricky prospect. On the one hand, he needs to try and retain control of the situation. On the other hand, if she gets determined enough to break away, he doesn't trust his chances in a contest of strength against an Armstrong. It's not a pretty scenario.]

[But for now he'll try and retain his hold on her as they continue to glide around the floor]

Who said we need to like each other to dance? After all, 'keep your enemies closer', right?

[Stare.]

[After a moment, Riza comes up with an idea. She steps off to the bar, and asks for a clear soda with some cranberry juice, primarily so it would still look alcoholic. She then weaved her way back onto the dance floor and expertly slid next to them, holding the glass in Olivier's face with a very pleasant smile. She's even following their movement expertly, not having any visible issue keeping up--or keeping the glass from spilling.]

Major General, you look warm. Maybe you'd like a drink?

[Olivier stares at Riza for a moment, then nods.]

As long as you two will join me.

[Riza, you are his hero. And the smile he's giving you is the most genuine 'thank you so much' smile ever. He nods to the two ladies, confident they've at least somewhat reclaimed the situation]

I don't see any harm in just one or two drinks.

Maybe one.

[Riza's using one hand to grab Olivier's wrist, the other still holding the offered drink out.]

We'll have to get off the floor though, if we're going to have a drink before heading home.

[When Olivier's gaze is elsewhere, she nods slightly at Roy, happy to oblige. She supposed she did owe him at least somewhat for saving her from the dancing escapade.]

Patrol Nine | If You're Happy And You Know It...

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..I dreamt that I responded to this tag, because I read it this morning when I couldn't sleep

Must've been a vivid dream!

Been there, done that

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