WWC: WWR: Contract
Archive: Breaking the fourth wall.
Summary:Read the fine print before you sign.">
Chronology: After Acting Under Duress
Warnings: Craziness.
Contract
Glasses clinked softly in the silence. “To another anniversary,” a Roy raised his wine glass to hip lips.
“For getting people out of here,” on of his counterparts added. “Hopefully anyway.” He took a sip of his drink and grimaced. “Would it kill Her to give us some REAL alcohol?” He placed the glass of sparkling cider down on a nearby coffee table.
“Probably,” Alter Series Edward replied. He didn’t even bother to taste the sticky liquid. Instead he swirled the fluid around, watching it catch the light. “It’s been awfully crowded around here lately.”
“There hasn’t been much going on,” Anime Breda spoke up. “Most of us have been stuck in here.”
“True,” AS Ed agreed. He sighed and glanced at the clock. “Has anyone seen Al?” He meant, of course, his younger brother.
“No,” Familiar Ed frowned. “But he was going out with Rowan.”
As if on cue (and around here chances were that was exactly the case), the front door burst open. “We got it!” AS Al shouted, practically bouncing in the door with joy. Rowan entered behind the younger boy, grinning as well. He held a carefully rolled up scroll in his hands.
“You got what?”
“We got the contract!” Rowan all but shouted, sounding extremely pleased with himself.
“Wait a minute. I thought She wasn’t going to give us one,” Anime Havoc put in, rolling a toothpick between his fingers in place of a cigarette. After last month’s fiasco the entire company had attempted to force Her to put the wording of the agreement that confined them into writing, but nothing had been accomplished.
AS Alphonse looked smug. “Rowan figured it out.”
The other blond blushed slightly at the praise. “Well, it IS the purpose of my series…”
“Wait, you cuted her to death?” Colonel Cheryll Mustang asked, looking very amused. The pair nodded, and with a sparkle of gold special effects, turned into six year old version of themselves.
Familiar Roy Mustang smirked. “I can see how she couldn’t resist that.”
“What’s going on here?” HoS Ed asked, peeking his head though the door. He was dressed only in a robe, and looking more than a bit disheveled. Several members of the room blushed.
“Enjoying the waterbed, Fullmetal?”
“Shut up, Mustang.”
“We got a contract,” AS Al put in before things could escalate even further.
“Wha-?” Comprehension dawned. “I’ll get the others.” The blond vanished back upstairs. “Meet you in the auditorium.”
“We don’t’ HAVE an auditorium!”
“We do these days, boss.” A Havoc gestured out the window to a new addition that had just appeared on the eastern wall of the house.
“For Gate’s sake,” the Edward grumbled. He sighed. “I suppose we should get everyone together.”
“I’ll get Faulty Wish.”
“I call Manga.”
“Anime.”
“Movie.”
“So,” Alter Series Roy looked around at the few people who hadn’t yet vanished from the room, most notably those mostly from his own universe. “Who wants to get the Inversion and Recasted Sins?”
The lights went out.
“You don’t think she’d try the acting thing AGAIN, do you?” AS Ed asked, sounding exasperated.
“Mania, stay out of the wiring!” A Riza shouted, her voice echoing through the household.
“False alarm,” someone breathed in relief.
“We’ll get the TI sins.” Cheryll snagged Hoju and dragged the Fullmetal Alchemist off by the collar.
“We shall have to get the Recasted Sins then,” AS Riza said calmly.
AS Ed paled. “No. Way. In. Hell.” Undoubtedly he was thinking of the events in the Bloody Tears arc.
Riza reached for her gun.
Eventually, after threats, arguments and bribes, the entire household assembled in the newly constructed auditorium, smelling of fresh paint and – of all things – oranges. Rowan and Al stood up on the stage, scroll in hand. Rowan unrolled it. “Right, so this says – ”
POOF
Everyone jumped as a microphone suddenly burst into existence in front of the two Elrics. It gave off a high pitched squeal. Rowan and Al exchanged dubious glances and then carefully approached it. “‘To All of the Inhabitants of the Waiting Room,” Rowan read. “Here are the terms of your confinement, as requested. You shall be at the disposal- ’”
“I don’t like that wording,” Aru mumbled.
‘“-Of all current community members, future community members and all others who wish to contribute to the![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
worldcollision comm, also known as When Worlds Collide or WWC until your task is complete. I reserve the right to add to the universes that are included within this community at any time.’”
“Goodie, more people to suffer.”
Ignoring the interruption, Rowan continued. “'Your task, then, is to read. I shall send you booklets containing all of the material you must read, the details of which are enclosed in this scroll. When every member of the house has read the material in question you will be released.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.” Anime Ed perked up, looking much happier at the thought of having to read.
Al took the paper from Rowan’s hands. “Um, magnifying glass?” Nothing happened. Al squinted and read the fine print. ‘“You are to read all of the fics posted on the community, all of the fics posted on associated communities, all of the fics by community members(and associated comms), all fics by those watching the communities (and associated comms), all fics by those “friended” by comm. members and watchers (including other writing comms), all fics recommended or “memoried” by comm watchers and members, should these fics have been written in the past, the present or to be written in the future.’”
Silence reighned. “But that’s IMPOSSIBLE!” someone finally shouted.
“We’re never going to get out of here,” another groaned. Abruptly booklets started appearing all around auditorium, in every place imaginable. In the chairs, on the stage, on the floor, in the aisles, books upon books started piling up. Familiar Ed picked up a book and flipped it open to a random page. He paled. There was no WAY Rowan was reading THAT! And who would think that he would ever do THAT with MUSTANG of all people?
“Dad.”
“Yes, Rowan?” Ed asked, slamming the book shut.
The younger Elric was blushing so hard it probably hurt. “Um, you really didn’t do that with Uncle Al, right?”
Ed snatched the book from his son's hands and skimmed the pages. He paled. “Now that looks interesting,” a Roy commented from over Ed’s shoulder.
FS Ed slammed that book shut as well. This was going to be a LONG day. He could just see it now. “Honestly, I don’t understand how She gets so much enjoyment out doing this to us.”
Universes: All of them. *is lazy today*
Summary:Read the fine print before you sign.">
Chronology: After Acting Under Duress
Warnings: Craziness.
Contract
Glasses clinked softly in the silence. “To another anniversary,” a Roy raised his wine glass to hip lips.
“For getting people out of here,” on of his counterparts added. “Hopefully anyway.” He took a sip of his drink and grimaced. “Would it kill Her to give us some REAL alcohol?” He placed the glass of sparkling cider down on a nearby coffee table.
“Probably,” Alter Series Edward replied. He didn’t even bother to taste the sticky liquid. Instead he swirled the fluid around, watching it catch the light. “It’s been awfully crowded around here lately.”
“There hasn’t been much going on,” Anime Breda spoke up. “Most of us have been stuck in here.”
“True,” AS Ed agreed. He sighed and glanced at the clock. “Has anyone seen Al?” He meant, of course, his younger brother.
“No,” Familiar Ed frowned. “But he was going out with Rowan.”
As if on cue (and around here chances were that was exactly the case), the front door burst open. “We got it!” AS Al shouted, practically bouncing in the door with joy. Rowan entered behind the younger boy, grinning as well. He held a carefully rolled up scroll in his hands.
“You got what?”
“We got the contract!” Rowan all but shouted, sounding extremely pleased with himself.
“Wait a minute. I thought She wasn’t going to give us one,” Anime Havoc put in, rolling a toothpick between his fingers in place of a cigarette. After last month’s fiasco the entire company had attempted to force Her to put the wording of the agreement that confined them into writing, but nothing had been accomplished.
AS Alphonse looked smug. “Rowan figured it out.”
The other blond blushed slightly at the praise. “Well, it IS the purpose of my series…”
“Wait, you cuted her to death?” Colonel Cheryll Mustang asked, looking very amused. The pair nodded, and with a sparkle of gold special effects, turned into six year old version of themselves.
Familiar Roy Mustang smirked. “I can see how she couldn’t resist that.”
“What’s going on here?” HoS Ed asked, peeking his head though the door. He was dressed only in a robe, and looking more than a bit disheveled. Several members of the room blushed.
“Enjoying the waterbed, Fullmetal?”
“Shut up, Mustang.”
“We got a contract,” AS Al put in before things could escalate even further.
“Wha-?” Comprehension dawned. “I’ll get the others.” The blond vanished back upstairs. “Meet you in the auditorium.”
“We don’t’ HAVE an auditorium!”
“We do these days, boss.” A Havoc gestured out the window to a new addition that had just appeared on the eastern wall of the house.
“For Gate’s sake,” the Edward grumbled. He sighed. “I suppose we should get everyone together.”
“I’ll get Faulty Wish.”
“I call Manga.”
“Anime.”
“Movie.”
“So,” Alter Series Roy looked around at the few people who hadn’t yet vanished from the room, most notably those mostly from his own universe. “Who wants to get the Inversion and Recasted Sins?”
The lights went out.
“You don’t think she’d try the acting thing AGAIN, do you?” AS Ed asked, sounding exasperated.
“Mania, stay out of the wiring!” A Riza shouted, her voice echoing through the household.
“False alarm,” someone breathed in relief.
“We’ll get the TI sins.” Cheryll snagged Hoju and dragged the Fullmetal Alchemist off by the collar.
“We shall have to get the Recasted Sins then,” AS Riza said calmly.
AS Ed paled. “No. Way. In. Hell.” Undoubtedly he was thinking of the events in the Bloody Tears arc.
Riza reached for her gun.
Eventually, after threats, arguments and bribes, the entire household assembled in the newly constructed auditorium, smelling of fresh paint and – of all things – oranges. Rowan and Al stood up on the stage, scroll in hand. Rowan unrolled it. “Right, so this says – ”
POOF
Everyone jumped as a microphone suddenly burst into existence in front of the two Elrics. It gave off a high pitched squeal. Rowan and Al exchanged dubious glances and then carefully approached it. “‘To All of the Inhabitants of the Waiting Room,” Rowan read. “Here are the terms of your confinement, as requested. You shall be at the disposal- ’”
“I don’t like that wording,” Aru mumbled.
‘“-Of all current community members, future community members and all others who wish to contribute to the
worldcollision comm, also known as When Worlds Collide or WWC until your task is complete. I reserve the right to add to the universes that are included within this community at any time.’”“Goodie, more people to suffer.”
Ignoring the interruption, Rowan continued. “'Your task, then, is to read. I shall send you booklets containing all of the material you must read, the details of which are enclosed in this scroll. When every member of the house has read the material in question you will be released.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.” Anime Ed perked up, looking much happier at the thought of having to read.
Al took the paper from Rowan’s hands. “Um, magnifying glass?” Nothing happened. Al squinted and read the fine print. ‘“You are to read all of the fics posted on the community, all of the fics posted on associated communities, all of the fics by community members(and associated comms), all fics by those watching the communities (and associated comms), all fics by those “friended” by comm. members and watchers (including other writing comms), all fics recommended or “memoried” by comm watchers and members, should these fics have been written in the past, the present or to be written in the future.’”
Silence reighned. “But that’s IMPOSSIBLE!” someone finally shouted.
“We’re never going to get out of here,” another groaned. Abruptly booklets started appearing all around auditorium, in every place imaginable. In the chairs, on the stage, on the floor, in the aisles, books upon books started piling up. Familiar Ed picked up a book and flipped it open to a random page. He paled. There was no WAY Rowan was reading THAT! And who would think that he would ever do THAT with MUSTANG of all people?
“Dad.”
“Yes, Rowan?” Ed asked, slamming the book shut.
The younger Elric was blushing so hard it probably hurt. “Um, you really didn’t do that with Uncle Al, right?”
Ed snatched the book from his son's hands and skimmed the pages. He paled. “Now that looks interesting,” a Roy commented from over Ed’s shoulder.
FS Ed slammed that book shut as well. This was going to be a LONG day. He could just see it now. “Honestly, I don’t understand how She gets so much enjoyment out doing this to us.”
Universes: All of them. *is lazy today*