One Week

[oversight]

Who: John Blake & YOU!
Where: Out and About
When: March 20 - March 27, 2013
Rating: PG+
Summary: Over the course of a week, the changes to Wonderland effect Blake in multiple, potentially hilarious ways.
The Story:Thursday, March 20th - Genderwsapped 
Friday, March 21st - Genderswapped
Saturday, March 22nd - Genderswapped/Dreamwalking
Sunday, March 23rd - Dreamwalking
Monday, March 24th - Aged-down
Tuesday, March 25th - Aged-down/Dreamwalking
Wednesday, March 26th - Wildcard!
Thursday, March 27th - Genderswapped

Genderswap replies from five_oh.
Aged-down replies from johnnyblake.

Comments

[seekinghome]

::Yes, definitely a relief to him. He likes his bits where they are, thank you. If he got himself turned into a woman, his reaction would be very loud.::

Man, you look different.

::He looks down at his sandwich.::

Yeah. Not about to trust the dining room any time soon. Don't need someone else getting hold of my body. They might break my automail.

[five_oh]

Or get hold of your body and break up your automail and turn you into a woman. Or sink you to the bottom of the lake. Or any number of avoidable things.

[ Blake doesn't particularly care for for any of it, but she's trying to take things in stride, because there's a good chance things could get out of hand. She finishes buttering the bread and then grabs another two slices. ]

You like grilled cheese?

[seekinghome]

::Ed grimaces at the thoughts presented to him.::

Well, you're full of cheerful thoughts.

::Then he shrugs.::

Sure, it's fine with me.

[five_oh]

Sorry, it's been... somethin' else. Past coupla days haven't exactly been sunshine an' cupcakes.

[ Do you even know what it takes to tame so much hair, Ed? Oh... wait. Yeah, okay, nevermind. ]

Thought I might make some soup, too. Tomato?

[seekinghome]

::Damn right, he knows, although he didn't exactly know what he was getting himself into when he first started growing it out.

He shrugs::

Sure. Sounds good to me. You normally make a habit of feeding whoever happens to be in here when you are.

[five_oh]

Yeah, that's my contribution.

[ Said with something of a proud smile. Blake's a bit like a grandma in that way, and aims to keep everyone fed. And since she enjoys cooking (and cleaning up after herself, believe it or not), so it works out. ]

Miss workin', you know? This isn't work. This is just existin', isn't it? I miss havin' a real purpose.

[ She puts a pan on the stove and turns on the heat. ]

[seekinghome]

I know what you mean. Spent so many years trying to do something, I was at a loss when it was over. Although then I got to fixate on something else.

::Ed finishes his sandwich.::

And now that I've got my brother back, I'm at loose ends again.

[five_oh]

[ Blake puts the soup — Campbell's in this case — on to heat and then presses herself back against the counter, crossing her arms. ]

You two should do somethin' together. Maybe teach a class. Or a sport. Might be kinda nice.

[ And it would certainly give them both some purpose, wouldn't it? Plus, more chances for Blake to appreciate their sibling relationship (never having an opportunity for one of his own). ]

[seekinghome]

::Ed blinks.::

That would result in Al doing everything because I kinda fail at explaining things well to lay people. There's been a couple times when I tried explaining alchemy to people before giving up and telling them to ask him.

[five_oh]

What's wrong with that setup? You do the practical application part, Al doesn't the explanation part. Seems kinda... right to me.

[ Not that Blake has a ton of experience to fall back on, but at least she can be assured of what she's seen of these boys and how they interact with each other. ]

Can hurt to give it a thought.

[seekinghome]

Maybe. I've been spending time doing the catching up on science shit that's happened since the '20's, so that's been keeping me busy. And hauling my ass outside when I feel like I've been in the library too much.

[five_oh]

[ Half-muttered. ] Sounds like I could learn a thing or two from you, in that case.

[ And then, a little more candidly. ] How've you an' your brother been? Saw Greed an' he was... [ A shake of her head. It was something else to hear all that Greed had to offer about his time back home. ] Well, I'm sure you know.

[seekinghome]

Al and I've been fine. Now that Greed's back, Al can stop spending a chunk of his time sitting outside Greed's room and I can stop leaving a million messages for him.

::Okay, Ed's exaggerating. He's only left about half a dozen.::

[five_oh]

[ Here she goes, stirring the soup, putting the sandwich on to fry. ]

Mm. If he's gotta come back, it's nice he's got friends here.

Think the four of us can get together again? Maybe go campin' now that the weather's clearin' up?

[seekinghome]

Sounds good to me.

::Now he raises an eyebrow at Blake.::

Are you gonna want to get all food supplies from the house, or are you up to some of the food being acquired by hunting?

[five_oh]

Hunting? [ She shrugs, not particularly bothered. ] Long as you guys catch it and clean it, I'll cook it.

[ All things considered, she's done enough killing in her time (which is considerably less than everyone else, but hey, it's all relative. ]

Should we wait 'til it gets warmer?

[seekinghome]

::Ed wasn't sure how Blake would react. City types get funny sometimes when they see what the meat looks like before a butcher happens to it.::

I can handle that. Gonna be sticking to rabbits, since not only are deer overkill, there's, uh, James.

::Which makes hunting deer very 'NOPE' for Ed.::

Anyway, yeah, we should probably wait until it's warmer, just to make sure the place doesn't decide to throw a cold snap at us to be funny.

[five_oh]

Which sound exactly like this place, doesn't it? [ She stirs the soup on the heat. ] Rabbit's... prob'ly fine. Maybe avoid any hares, though. 'Specially the March variety.

[ Blake scrunches up her nose and takes a seat. ]

What's rabbit like? Have you had it?

[ Because if Blake has to cook it eventually, maybe it's good to know. ]

[seekinghome]

::Ed nods.::

Yeah, I've had it. Caught my first rabbit when I was ten. Al and I ended up fighting over who would kill it because neither of us wanted to do it. That time, a fox stole it for it's offspring. We followed it but watching it being eaten, kinda, uh, killed our appetites.

::Ed blinks as he realizes he's tangenting somewhat.::

It's good. It can be greasy though, so that's something you're probably gonna want to keep in mind. One thing to be said about the cook it on a stick over a campfire method is that it makes it easy for the excess fat to go somewhere else.

[five_oh]

[ To be fair, Blake's always been the type to enjoy a little extra, so the digression doesn't bother her. She grabs out some bowls and some spoons and makes one last check of the soup to ensure it's hot enough. ]

Think just 'bout anything on a stick cooked over a campfire's gotta be good. Just too bad 'bout s'mores not growin' on trees. That'd make me a bit happier 'bout foraging.

[seekinghome]

Maybe if you ask Wonderland nicely, it'll produce trees that provide junk food in a suitable camping area.

::Ed's tone is slightly dry although it normalizes soon enough.::

Nothing keeping us from taking the makings with us. I wasn't exactly planning on doing much foraging anyway. Just the bit of hunting.

::He scratches at the back of his neck.::

Probably should have done some earlier to keep my skills up, but with the way the place works...

[five_oh]

[ Blake scoffs while she pours them both some of the tomato soup. ]

Yeah, can pretty much rely on things goin' crazy no matter what kinda plans you have for keepin' up. Been hatin' myself all this week while tryin' to just get through my regular trainin' exercises.

[ She places the bowl and a spoon in front of Ed and then takes a seat with her own soup. There may or may not be a grilled cheese charring on the stove, but Blake's too preoccupied to notice. ]

[seekinghome]

Yeah. And it makes it way too easy to be lazy. Although me sticking to the dining room is also in the interests of me not setting anything on fire by accident.

::Ed nods his thanks and starts working on the soup, also oblivious of the sandwich trying to become a chunk of charcoal.::

[five_oh]

[ That much makes Blake laugh, almost to the point where she has to spit her soup back out. Thankfully, she manages to keep things under control and only just makes to reply when the idea of the kitchen burning down is accompanied by the smell of something burning.

Blake blinks and then glances back and then immediately presses up to stand. ]

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

[ Watch as she pulls that ruined food off the stove, expression the picture of disappointment. ]

Well, that's a waste...

[seekinghome]

::Ed catches that smell right after Blake does and watches her deal with the destroyed food.::

Think I jinxed it?