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[troublesome_alchemist]

Mustang is doing a remarkable impression of a soaked, grumpy cat. He has a blanket, and a towel, and a warm seat by the fire... and he's just spent a night getting repeatedly soaked by icy water.

To say he's unimpressed is an understatement.

To top it all off, he's pretty sure he's coming down with a cold. If the Freezing Alchemist wasn't already dead, Mustang would be tempted to kill him all over again. Attempt a government takeover if you must, but doing so with water is just insulting.

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[adamantiumloner]

"Forget yer umbrella?" Logan drawls.

Kicking back in one of the comfy chairs with his feet propped up on a coffee table with a bottle of bourbon close to hand, Logan makes his comment without glancing over; his focus on the fish flitting around in the fireplace.

[troublesome_alchemist]

"Forgot how much someone loved grand gestures." Says the man who is never ostentatious with his alchemy at all. Perish the thought.

Water. Everywhere. Ugh.

[adamantiumloner]

"Yeah, those kind of people can be assholes," he replies, with what may or may not be a smirk.

"You piss one of 'em off, or what?" Being soaked head to toe doesn't seem like the good kind of grand gesture. Unless something went wrong, or someone has a strange sense of doing things.

[troublesome_alchemist]

"He went rogue and he had to be stopped before he froze... everything, evidently." Seriously, everything. "I'm not sure what step two of this plan was supposed to be, but... step one was flashy."

[adamantiumloner]

"Yep, sounds like an asshole." Especially if this guy means literally freezing everything.

"So what kinda rogue was it? You talkin' powers, or tech?"

[troublesome_alchemist]

"Alchemy. He specialized in water manipulation, and being an ass." Mustang grumbles, fitfully scrubbing at his hair with the towel.

[adamantiumloner]

Logan grunts, understanding but not much reaction in that sound.

He finally looks over, taking the man in and finding him nobody familiar. Lifting his bottle and gesturing at the man with it, Logan offers, "Wanna snort?"

Might warm him up some.

[troublesome_alchemist]

"After a day like today? You're a lifesaver. Please." Mustang gives a wan smile as he drapes the towel over his neck.

"It's Roy Mustang, by the way. You should at least know the name of the man dripping all over the floor and complaining about it."

[electro_kinetic]

"You know, the bar can dry your clothes so you're not having to sit in a puddle all day," Noriko says, coming past Mustang to park herself on the thankfully dry couch. She has several strands of wire she's working with, soldered together in groups at one end and anodized into two color sets as she winds them into knots.

[troublesome_alchemist]

"Oh? Thank you." Mustang replies, because no - he didn't know that. What bar provides laundry services? But, when he asks Bar about it, it turns out to be true. Bar also provides a key for a room to wait in while his clothes are cleaned, and a copy of the book he'd been reading back in Eastern command. Key and book in hand, he nods to the young lady before heading off to get more comfortable.

[electro_kinetic]

"Amazing what the sentient alien magic bar can do for inconveniences," Noriko says lightly as he heads off: she'd kinda expected him to come back, being that's what nearly everyone else did, but apparently not.

Whatever, then.

[thewidewideworld]

A half undressed festival chick in a flower-crown comes tripping in through the door with a blast of music. The blonde giggles and dances over to the bar for some water. With a cock of the head and a smile, Sin comes over to the fire. "Caught in a storm?"

{ooc: Sinric is technically male but looking very, very fem in this outfit.}

[troublesome_alchemist]

"Something like that." Mustang agrees, giving the newcomer an assessing look. "You look to be having a better night than me."

[thewidewideworld]

"A much needed respite from a cold and astute journey. In the company of cold and astute men." Sin grins, the syntax not matching the era of the outfit at all.

[troublesome_alchemist]

"An astute journey? Oh, don't tell the Lieutenant, she'll be saying that trips are now wiser than I am." Mustang jokes, wryly.

[thewidewideworld]

"Austerity is not always wisdom." Sin points out with a playful grin. "Nor so good for the spirit as some may think. "

[troublesome_alchemist]

"Ah, sorry, I misheard." Mustang replies politely, if only to spare himself an argument. "Austerity is something I do not claim a skill in."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric waves it off. "Language is a labyrinth, even here. What has one meaning in one time or place can mean something very different to another." He glances down at his girlish costume and grins. "And the mores and manners likewise. I was raised in to hedonism. I found austerity bleak and oppressive."

"But," he sighs dramatically, "such is the company I'm fool enough to keep."

[freedom_is_grey]

Ysalwen face is already creasing in a wince as she approaches Mustang.

"You look, I admit, pretty terrible. Do you want a hot drink? Or maybe a stamina potion, or a healing draught of some kind? I -- "

Ysa herself does not look the greatest. There are the beginning of dark circles under her eyes, and she keeps rubbing at her face to keep herself awake.

[troublesome_alchemist]

Kettle? Pot called, says you're black.

"I'd take that drink, if you'll join me with one for yourself." Mustang agrees, with a smile. "Something warm sounds wonderful."

[freedom_is_grey]

Excuse you, she is a cauldron. But yes.

"I should probably say no, given how late it is back home, but -- yes. It's been that sort of day. Um. Do you want really hot, really strong tea, or something like that but with alcohol added? When it comes to warming, I mean."

[troublesome_alchemist]

"I would not say no to the latter." He notes, hopefully. "Since it has been that sort of day."

[freedom_is_grey]

"Is brandy good for you?"

She's got an idea for something Antivan, if he's the type.

[troublesome_alchemist]

"Brandy is excellent for me." Very important to the health of growing Flame Alchemists, yes. Or at least, very appreciated when said Flame Alchemist has spent the entire night getting repeatedly drenched.

[freedom_is_grey]

Ysalwen's smile is crooked.

"I'll be right back, then."

Liranan stays behind, panting up at Mustang with bright, doggy interest. Hello! You are very wet!