welp (open as open can be)

[imperfect]

Date & Time: The evening of the 17th September, up until the actual rescue on the 19th
Location: Various bits of the UE compound
Characters: Anyone who may have gone along with Ed Elric's early bird rescue attempt, anyone in the compound who wants to run into them
Summary: A mingle log, so tag in and around or take this as a sign to horn in on the original kidnappee log as you please o/
Warnings: I'll edit as they come up.

[From one point of view, the most insulting part of this failure is that it wasn't even spectacular. Sure, the alarms went off, maybe stirring up a little confusion among whoever overheard them - who would have thought you could build machines to detect powers nobody was using at the time? Technology in this day and age is weird - but they didn't last long. Neither did the struggle between the trained guards on patrol and a few misfits worn out from two days of constant travel who were only attempting recon for the real break-in, heated as it was.

The facility workers' debate over what to do with the new arrivals was another story, but even they couldn't fret about proper protocol forever, and now here you are: probably tired, probably aching for one reason or another, possibly even a little worse off, but without a doubt booted unceremoniously into the communal lounge with nothing but the gown on your back and left to your own devices. You might wonder what's going to happen to you - or, if the UE employees thought you seemed inconveniently lively in either the initial brawl or the first round of testing, when all the cotton wool temporarily filling your universe is going to go away - but the only answer you'll get at first is the steady thrum of the bright, sterile lights overhead.

So, what now?]

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[imperfect]

[If you're Ed, you take one look around and keel over, because you're still a little too sedated to stay standing for longer than the minute and a half it took for the scientists to basically push you in here.

He grits his teeth and starts to prop himself upright, leaning heavily on the arm that, ironically enough, doesn't currently feel like lead. (At the moment, he's just glad that nobody felt the need to pull it off him.)

To the extent that it can, his head is buzzing. He's not out of it just yet. All the apologies can come later. They're being left unattended, which means these bastards are confident nobody's going to be busting out of here any time soon, which means this won't be a cakewalk... but if he can get his bearings, there has to be a way. He'll make a way. That's what he does - otherwise, what good is he? First things first, though, what he really needs to do is find -

His hand slips on the clean, polished floor, which his face shortly lands on.

Okay, first first things first, he needs to actually get up.]

[squirrelyknight]

( Codpiece looks positively offended, stripped of his armor and left inside a rat cage too small for him. )

I say!

( He declares from where he's been left on the edge of a table, outside one of the labs. )

I have never heard of such dishonourable treatment visited by captors, no matter how dastly! There is nary a dungeon to be seen, and to leave a squirrel naked as the day he was born? Chicanery, I say! Utter chicanery!