001 || Too busy Freaking Out [Action/Audio/Text]
[Hughes has been having a sort of bad day.
He remembers the whole 'hey, I turned into your wife' thing, and it was pissing him off to think he allowed it to happen to begin with. But as the sharp pop of the gun sounded and he was breathing out a last, soft breath, he was suddenly in a place where green-skinned dudes with 5 eyes roamed casually through the halls. First thing he was forced to do was visit the hospital and get that shoulder looked at.
And then the damn paperwork. Who does paperwork at a time like this, when they find out their planet is gone?!
The alarms are a-blarin' in his mind. So he'll just be sitting at the nearest seat near the New Arrival's Office after dotting I's and crossing T's, looking down blankly at a couple of things: a uniform, a box of photos, two or three photo albums for good measure, and on top of that a belt of throwing knives.
Yippee.
He'll stare at this in a daze for a moment before putting it out of his lap onto the seat and picking up the guide. What is this I don't even--]
[Audio]
How do you even work this thin--
[Text]
sd3;;
[Audio]
Hello? Is this thing on? What the hell is going on around here? Why is my planet not a planet anymore?
[He pinches his nose and breathes. And prays to whatever the aliens worship for a sign of life from his friends or family.]
Is there anyone from Amestris around? I kind of... had important information to tell you, but I guess that's not very important anymore, is it? Roy? Lieutenant Hawkeye? Armstrong? Please tell me you guys are here--because I don't know why I am.
[Please don't all be dead. It'll be a horrible flip-flop to have.
DON'T PANIC, HUGHES. DON'T. PANIC.]
He remembers the whole 'hey, I turned into your wife' thing, and it was pissing him off to think he allowed it to happen to begin with. But as the sharp pop of the gun sounded and he was breathing out a last, soft breath, he was suddenly in a place where green-skinned dudes with 5 eyes roamed casually through the halls. First thing he was forced to do was visit the hospital and get that shoulder looked at.
And then the damn paperwork. Who does paperwork at a time like this, when they find out their planet is gone?!
The alarms are a-blarin' in his mind. So he'll just be sitting at the nearest seat near the New Arrival's Office after dotting I's and crossing T's, looking down blankly at a couple of things: a uniform, a box of photos, two or three photo albums for good measure, and on top of that a belt of throwing knives.
Yippee.
He'll stare at this in a daze for a moment before putting it out of his lap onto the seat and picking up the guide. What is this I don't even--]
[Audio]
How do you even work this thin--
[Text]
sd3;;
[Audio]
Hello? Is this thing on? What the hell is going on around here? Why is my planet not a planet anymore?
[He pinches his nose and breathes. And prays to whatever the aliens worship for a sign of life from his friends or family.]
Is there anyone from Amestris around? I kind of... had important information to tell you, but I guess that's not very important anymore, is it? Roy? Lieutenant Hawkeye? Armstrong? Please tell me you guys are here--because I don't know why I am.
[Please don't all be dead. It'll be a horrible flip-flop to have.
DON'T PANIC, HUGHES. DON'T. PANIC.]