http://its-people.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] its-people.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-05-22 03:38 pm

What are those weird little journal things? [Active]

Character(s): Ed Elric, Mello, and the Prinny Squad (the little stalkers D:)
Content: Mello gives Ed a crash course in modern technology.
Setting: The Joutenheim Inn
Time: Afternoon works >.>
Warnings: Maybe language.


Edward had made absolutely no progress in finding out how to get back to Berlin. Or, in fact, finding anyone who knew the city. Except for this Mello guy; he'd apparently heard of it, but he'd said that there was no way out of this city. That could just not be true because Edward could not be stuck here. He sighed, slumping down in a chair of the lobby of the inn, glaring at the prinnies that would just not leave him alone. Before he found a way home, he would have to find a way to get these guys to stop following him around.

[identity profile] dood-asplode.livejournal.com 2007-06-06 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Keesling was struggling to keep up with the lecture. He only needed to know how to work things - finding out how things worked was actually a lot tougher than he'd thought it would be. He paid close attention, hoping to pick up on something, some key that would make all these parts make sense.

Bellatrix, on the other hand, found this all fascinating. Within her was the soul of a computer programmer, and this bit of technology had impressive networking capabilities for its size and relatively simple composition. She had the same question as Ed - no power source was visible. How did the journals run without a power source? Or was it possible the power source was disguised, or small enough to be invisible? Whoever had made these journals had put a lot of thought into them, and she wasn't about to rule out any possibilities.

Freidrich had long since lost interest - he was once again focused on the bar of chocolate on the table. When he was sure nobody was looking, he snuck (as well as a prinny can sneak, anyway) over to the bar and swiped it off a table, retreating to a corner to enjoy his ill-gotten treat.