Possessions Grab AND Meet-up! Let's multi-task!

[cityship]

While the newly pod-released members of the crew happened to mostly miss each other in the Pod Caverns and the clothing chamber, they all happen to congregate in the Weapons and Possessions Lockers at the same time. This cavernous warehouse of a chamber has shelves and shelves and racks of belongings and weapons that go off as far as the eye can see. Everything from massive sidearms to impossibly huge swords, to Hello Kitty lunchboxes.

Their own belongings are here near the front--they've been moved to make finding them more easy, but it will take a bit of hunting.

Either way, they won't be searching alone. Everyone's piling in at the same time.

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[faceofboeshane]

The last name gets Roy the slightest raise of an eyebrow. It's a testament to the seriousness of the situation that he's not making any of the five innuendo-laden comments that spring to mind.

"Wouldn't we all?" he says, and maybe there's a bit of flirtation in that grin, but he's back to business a moment later. "Anyway, they wouldn't be providing slaves with weapons." He considers for a moment. "And that makes us... what? Conscripts?" That's an even less appealing thought.

[syrus-fire.livejournal.com]

And as a military man who was friends with Jean Havoc and a superior to Edward Elric, Roy would have undoubtedly heard every one of those innuendos.

His mouth quirks in a vague smile to answer the faintly flirtatious tone--it's something he recognizes well--but that dies quickly when Jack mentions slaves and weapons. "Tools," he says, partially to himself as he thinks back to the war. "I guess we have some use to them... whoever they are."