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who: Edward Elric & Anyone
what: Catch-all for January/February
when: Probably January 15th-February 15th-ish, but honestly whenever works
where: Locations included in prompts below
warnings: None that I can think of, will add as needed

When Val disappeared after going to investigate the portal, Ed has his theories about what that meant. She wouldn't have gone home without saying goodbye, and she wouldn't have left to go anywhere else without telling him, and there was only one way to go through that portal by accident. Whether she left intentionally or not wasn't the issue, the issue was that she had left without notice and that meant that he had to deal with that reality in the here and now.

Which, for Ed, meant needing some time alone to think. He would have followed after her if he thought the portal would lead him to where she went, but he knew it wasn't as easy as that. If the direction of the portal had changed since she disappeared by the time he got to it, there was nothing to gain by going through. Still, he knew the only way he was going to get a break from everyone was by going away for awhile.

So, that's what he did. Packed up, said his goodbyes to everyone as if he was actually leaving and disappeared the only way he could while still trapped on this moon. By disconnecting his device and hiding out beyond the wall. There were a few places he'd stop during his time absent from living within the city limits, if someone really wanted to find him they probably could. Alternately, if someone was the type to wander around outside of the wall they could also bump into him by chance either when he's not hiding out in a building or by exploring the building he happens to be hiding out in.

By the time the monthly holiday had begun Ed had already disappeared, but it wasn't hard to follow along with what was going on in the city. Does this bring me joy? was hardly a concept he wanted to think about at this point, which only made it all the more appropriate that he wasn't around to deal with things when this tradition occurred. Of course, he couldn't stay away forever, there were obligations to take care of for one thing, he just needed time to clear his head and work out what to do moving forward. If there was one thing Ed was a firm believer in, it was doing what had to be done to keep going.

So, after about a week of solitude, one Edward Elric was back on the roster with a new username, lacking the memories of someone that had been there all along.

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When Ed returned and had the memory procedure done he didn't exactly check his notes right away. Which meant that when he decided to go home his concept of home was still Floor Six. Bed Four of Floor Six, to be exact since that's where he was sleeping before losing his memories of switching the beds around and then eventually moving out to their own place.

Of course, when he arrives Edward's going to notice that nothing looks familiar except the layout of the floor. Most notably missing is all of his research with Alphonse, and any items near his bed are not identifiable as something he'd own. Since he's nothing remotely like Rose. He'll be rummaging through anything that might give him some clues but don't seem too private, while looking rather frustrated and confused - most of his focus dedicated to the desk where their research was and the chest and surrounding area of Bed Four, specifically.

[This prompt is open to any residents of Floor Six (or CR who might be there) but written for Rose, specifically. Ed's 22, and full grown so ~5'4" by my estimates, he's no longer canon updated and lacks a bulk of his Riverview memories. Willing to match format.]

He won't find much. Rose hasn't been here for enough time to begin with, but- Even if she had, she isn't one for personal artifacts. Being nomadic before Quarantine left her lacking sentiment for knick knacks and other things that required too much effort to lug around for long. There's an acoustic guitar set next to the bed, a bag, and maybe a small collection of lunar near year flyers scattered across the desk but not much else to be found. Definitely not a lot to give him a clue as to where his stuff might have disappeared to.

"Uh," she starts, in the doorway of what she thought was her space. "Can I help you, dude?" Maybe one of her roommate's friends? That'd make more sense than just 'random guy going through her junk for no reason.' Still, kind of rude of them to not check with her if it was alright first.

That was one thing they had in common, a nomadic lifestyle left little room for more than a suitcase in the Elrics' lives and Purgatorium was a barren wasteland where luxury items were banned. A year in Attollo hadn't been enough to change his habits and finding himself in communal living with less space only reduced his resources further. There wasn't much in "personal belongings" he could find missing and he wasn't about to start fishing through her stuff - so by the time Rose found him he'd probably be looking at the flyers suspiciously where previously there had been research notes.

Her words draw his attention and he glances up, at first assuming she might be another room mate. Considering he knows how this place runs, how people come and go and a bed previously lived in by someone else was just as quickly replaced, golden eyes narrow suspiciously at the question. Someone else's belongings around and now a complete stranger looking at him like he was the one invading another's space. This place had done weirder things.

"Sorry, I seem to be lost." He immediately takes a step back, hands up in a placating gesture, gaze shifting from her to the bed and back again curiously. "Last I checked this was my bed." It's been quite a few months, quite a few very stressful months.

"Last I checked, it was mine," she's quick to answer. Although, she doesn't actually seem bothered by the fact he's invading her space at all. It's not like Rose has anything to hide. It's just her, a guitar, and some goldfish in a tank set off to the side of the desk.

"You sure you didn't get the wrong bed, dude? It's a lot to take in, I know." She's been living through it, how overwhelming the shift from world to world is. Rose had figured she'd only have to experience once but, well- Seems like the multiverse had quite a different plan for her.

He actually has to smirk at the question. Was he sure? In these places, one could never be too sure. "Floor Six, Bed Four?" He is pretty sure he didn't get lost but considering people were living their past or future lives not too long ago getting lost in a communal building where all the floors looked the same wasn't unreasonable.

"Pretty sure, I've been here since June." Which probably sounds like a lot longer time to her than him, he's going to need to see a date at some point. At the mention that it's a lot to take in he nearly grins, because it was a lot to take in when one first arrived and she sounded familiar with the concept. "It can be, yeah. Third time's the charm or so they say, I think I'm ... pretty used to it by now."

At that thought though, he does look to the notebook he'd set on the desk with a frown. "I had this with me, but it's in code. I figured I'd come back to the floor and try to sort out what it says here, but..." Well, if he didn't belong here, he didn't know where he did belong. "Where I was before this, we kind of all had our own space. There weren't 9 room mates to worry about and beds changing every month, I guess I'm still not used to this part."

"That's it," is all she says at first. So, he's right. This is the space he remembers. Was it his before, maybe? Rose didn't think they'd shuffle people around but maybe with new arrivals stuff could be a little hectic. She isn't going to pretend to understand how things really operate here in Quarantine having only been around for close to a week.

She almost says me too to the 'third time' comment. But that would imply that she comes from a world from before earth, which isn't anything she wants people to know. Ever. If she can help it. Despite the myriad of species she's seen here on this moon already, Rose is understandably wary of a place that seems too good to be true as far as acceptance goes.

"I'm used to roommates, myself. Well. At least sharing space with people. But if you wanna' hang and try to figure out what your book says then you're totally free to do so. My name's Rose and mi casa es su casa and all that jazz."

"Sorry to bother you." That's the first thing he thinks to say when she confirms that the bed was his and is now her's. It was entirely possible paperwork got messed up somewhere and they both got assigned the same bed, wasn't it? He worked with the Perimeter Guard, he could go ask questions to figure out what had happened. For now, he needed to take care of those notes.

If she did say me too Ed probably wouldn't think too much of it. Although for him third time meant third world away from the way he originated on, so he'd probably think she jumped another world in the mix somewhere as well. One thing they definitely had in common was thinking this place was too good to be true, the problem with that was how quickly people were to shut down any questions - which only made it that much more suspicious, even if it was entirely harmless in reality.

His head tilts some as she speaks again before smirking faintly. "Thanks..." Really, he appreciates that more than he cares to admit, because this was his home last time he checked so where else would he go if this wasn't an option? This did bring up another question though.

"Hey, you don't happen to know your room mates yet, do you?" He knew they changed a lot. "When I lived here before it was with an Alphonse and a Jason. You don't know where I might be able to find them by any chance?" If they were even still on the moon at all.

"Don't worry about it, dude, really," she reassures. She truly doesn't seem to be bothered by the mix-up in the slightest. After not having a space to her own for almost three decades, it's just kind of commonplace. Honestly, she would've been way more uneasy in her own place. Roommates were kind of exactly what she needed to make things feel a little more familiar, a little less like she was on an alien moon in a hub for multiversal travelers.

"I haven't met many of 'em yet, actually, but- Those names don't ring a bell. So, like. Probably not? I can ask around though, see if anyone else knows." She wonders how long he's been gone. She hasn't yet seen how people tend to cycle through this place but she no doubt will.

He's probably more bothered by it than she is. After all, he's the one that now seems to have nowhere to go. He's just going to nod absently at her reassurance, because there was no sense harping on the whole thing, he'd figure something out. Orientation probably had some answers and if he had nowhere to go, they'd be the best place to go in order to find a new one. It's not like he was exactly tied to Floor Six without the room mates that had been there with him, anyway.

"Don't worry about it." Really, don't. He's convinced they're long gone, Al especially - if he left, what reason would his brother have to stay? He'll offer a quick grin in appreciation before backing away from what is evidently her space, indicating the notebook as he speaks. "Just letting me hang out here long enough to go through some of this is plenty of help. Once I have an idea of what the hell I was doing before I left I'm sure I'll know where to go."

Don't worry about it he says, but- She's going to. It sucks enough to be displaced enough that a portal decides to zip you to a moon in some unknown galaxy gods know how far away. It's gotta' suck even worse to be here and have nowhere. Still, he's got a point. Worrying about it isn't going to get him answers. Action is.

"Alright, sure. Let me know if I can help. I don't got a lot. I can, like, make some mac and cheese probably if you're hungry..." This time she won't almost burn down the house, she's (mostly) sure. Just as long as someone reminds her to take the spoon out after stirring, they'll be good.

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