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[armoured]

This is the IC inbox for Alphonse Elric at Snowblind.

Network name: @LELRIC

This is the place to contact Al over the Network. Contact by voice, text, or video is all perfectly acceptable, and there is no need to plot with me prior to posting in this inbox.

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Day 130; @zd; text

[swatsflies]

Yo, Al! How are you doing?
How's Steph and Brian's friend?
We'll all okay. Feeling sluggish from getting sick and all of that crap.
Get back to me when you can. :)

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[armoured]

You mean Tim?

[Brian's friend? Really? Poor Tim.]

We're doing okay, I guess. Getting sick wasn't fun, but it wasn't just us so I can't really complain. We're downtown at the moment trying to find a way through this buried building.

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[swatsflies]

[To Zell, Brian is a friend!]

Are they both named Tim then?

[How is he going to keep them straight, then? Oh, but Al brings up something pretty interesting.]

Huh? Buried building? Where is that at?

[armoured]

[Both named Tim, what? He thinks for a second, but they could get bogged down so easily, so he just answers the more important question.]

It's right in the south-east corner of downtown, by that big solid wall. We're hoping that maybe by digging it out we can find a way to bypass the wall itself.

[swatsflies]

[ Tim and other Tim, but Zell has who is the original or normal one is. ]

Haven't been down that way. That's smart thinking, man! Anything interesting in the building itself?

[armoured]

Uh...

[He chuckles kind of awkwardly.]

Not really, it's just-- um, a building. Nothing special at all.

[Haha... ha.]

[swatsflies]

[ THATS NOT SUSPICIOUS AT ALL, AL ]

... huh? Is something up?

[armoured]

[He lowers his voice to a whisper, as if that will somehow make this less embarrassing.]

It's a club for... adults. You know, to take their clothes off.

[swatsflies]

[ A club. For adults.

...

It takes a moment before it finally clicks in what Al is talking about it. ]

WHOA! [ What is being quiet? ] They have one of those here?!

[armoured]

Zell! Keep your voice down, other people might hear.

[And this is embarrassing, not the sort of thing he wants others to hear him discussing.]

But yeah, there's all sorts of stuff inside that prove that's what it used to be.

[swatsflies]

Sorry! [ Whoops. He'll lower his voice. ] Sorry, man.

[ Then he's going to peek around just to see if anyone is looking at him. ]

Stuff inside? Like... card tables or poles? [ He doesn't really want to know but the questions are out before he can stop to think. ]

[armoured]

There's tables, couches, a stage, and even some poles.

[It's not exactly subtle. And he spent the entire stupid being sick in this place.]

It's pretty derelict now, but it's not hard to see what it was once.

[swatsflies]

[ And he now probably has Jim's attention from his noise and very obvious expressions. W h o o p s. But looking at the boyfriend is putting stupid ideas in his head. ]

Can... the poles still hold weight?

[ Shoot. Speaking quickly to try to try to hide any untoward interest- ] In case anyone wanted to pull one down to use as a weapon.

[ Yeah. Totally smooth there. ]

[armoured]

I'm not sure, I didn't exactly try but they looked pretty stable.

[He'll just pretend not to suspect what else Zell might want them for. It's better for the sanity of them both.]

If you really put all your weight on it and pulled then you might get it down.

[swatsflies]

[ That's the best for everyone honestly. Especially Jim who might be listening in at this point. ]

Guess I'll find out if we ever head that way. [ The words comes out rushed. ]

Let me know if you find anything.

[armoured]

Mm, I will, I promise. Though we're heading back north a little now, we're almost out of food and we need to restock before we go any further.

[They really need to work on getting these sleds sorted so people can carry more goods with them.]

You make sure to take care, okay? Of everyone else too, I'm putting you in charge of Zack.

[swatsflies]

[ AL IS COUNTING ON HIM! His voice changes to more serious and confident. ]

You can count one me! [ He'll make sure Zack eats all three meals and sleeps enough. ]

We're going to restock before heading out of downtown.

[armoured]

And maybe make a detour to the club?

[He can't help that teasing tone.]

You know, since you're downtown already.

[swatsflies]

What? Y-yeah. Maybe if we get down that way.

[ Good thing Al can't see how much his face heated up at that. ]

It could be useful, right? Maybe we can help poke at the snow walls there? [ Yeeeeah. Just going to go with that. ]

[armoured]

Definitely. We've all been digging at the wall there but not got through, so maybe you'll be able to do more. And since the club is the nearest shelter, I guess you'd have to stay there.

[He might just be outright laughing now.]

[swatsflies]

[ The laughing was contagious. He already knows the others are burning to try the keycard that they picked up. Going to the stripper club probably will be out of the question, especially if he explains what it is.

And then another thought hits him and he almost chokes. ]

Could you imagine taking Zack to that place? [ Zell is already thinking of the time he was messing with Kunsel while doing squats. ] Not sure if I want to see what he would do.

[armoured]

[Oh no, now he can't stop imagining Zack being an idiot at the strip club either. It's both embarrassing and hilarious.]

You-- [AHAHAHA.] --you have to promise to make a recording if you go there, it's bound to be priceless.