Diana Ethelbert

[ Action: Mayfield High. Chemistry Room. ]

[GOOD MORNING/AFTERNOON/WHATEVER MAYFIELD HIGH! Your chemistry teacher, Roy Mustang, is not here today. Before you get any ideas, no this does not mean class is cancelled. Far from it. You may notice (if you pay attention I mean he can be easy to miss....) someone different is at the desk. Some blond kid with an obnoxiously bright red coat is sitting there leaned back in the chair with his feet propped up on the desk.

Epitome of class. Right. Here.

Up on the blackboard in the upper left corner (seriously, right at the top) in Roy Mustang’s handwriting is a name: “Mr. Lyttle”. Or at least that’s what it looks like. It’s hard to see -- clearly someone attacked it with an eraser, but such is the nature of a clean blackboard. It doesn’t like to erase everything completely at first.

Don’t think you’re getting off easy, either. This kid (who’s name is not Mr. Lyttle thank you, it’s EDWARD ELRIC and hopefully most of you know this and won’t be dicks like Mustang was.) is something of a genius. Chemistry is kind of his thing.]

Ok, so apparently you guys are working on...

[staring at this piece of paper in his hands, presumably it has notes on each class]

… what the hell? It’s December and you’re all still learning this crap? [he shoves the paper to the side] All right, first person who asks me what a proton is is getting punched in the face. Got it?

[ And, in the corner herself is Diana Ethelbert, who’s off to the side and sipping her tea like a good girl does. Evidently, she was going to help teach the class herself since, well - you know - chemistry is also one of the things she’s interested in. While she doesn’t necessarily agree with Ed’s handling of the class, she’s gotten used to it. Because those alchemy lessons work wonders.

So, she lifts her head and places her tea cup back on the saucer to glance at Ed, a slight grin on her face. ]

Mr. Elric, what’s a proton?

[ Yes, she’s being purposefully annoying because THAT IS HER THING. THIS IS HOW SHE DOES THINGS. ]

[And Ed. Just. LOOKS. AT. HER. It is the look. The you are running an extra mile next time they go for a run look. It’s not quite as satisfying as a punch in the face, but it’ll work.]

I’m not answering that. You know what a proton is. Shut. Up.

[LOOKING AT YOU AGAIN, CLASS. COMPLETE WITH ACCUSING FINGER POINT.]

The next person who isn’t Diana -- because I know you’re asking that on purpose, damn it. I’m not an idiot -- is getting punched in the face.

My, that’s a heavy accusation, Mr. Elric. You may be giving the class ideas of how to misbehave.

[ Yep, she’s still trolling. But, oh she’ll find a way to get out of the whole extra mile that you’re planning on making her do, Ed. However, she does know she’s supposed to do work while being here. So, her playfulness drops slightly and a serious glance crosses her face next. She does look up when one of the drones raises their hand and points at them. ]

Yes?

I don’t know what a proton is. Do you mind explaining it?

[ Explain? Oh, yes, she can do that and more! So, she grabs a piece of chalk and goes to draw the most complicated diagram ever, complete with notes on it. And, when she’s done, she steps back to let the class write it down. ]

The proton is a subatomic particle with the symbol p or p+ and a positive electric charge of 1 elementary charge. One or more protons are present in the nucleus of each atom, along with neutrons. The number of protons in each atom is its atomic number.

In the standard model of particle physics, the proton is a hadron, composed of quarks. Prior to that model becoming a consensus in the physics community, the proton was considered a fundamental particle. A proton is composed of two up quarks and one down quark, and is about 1.6–1.7 fm in diameter.

The free proton is stable and is found naturally in a number of situations. Free protons exist in plasmas in which temperatures are too high to allow them to combine with electrons. Free protons of high energy and velocity make up 90% of cosmic rays, which propagate in vacuum for interstellar distances. Free protons are emitted directly from atomic nuclei in some rare types of radioactive decay, and also result from the decay of free neutrons, which are unstable. In all such cases, protons must lose sufficient velocity and (kinetic energy) to allow them to become associated with electrons, since this is a relatively low-energy interaction. However, in such an association, the character of the bound proton is not changed, and it remains a proton.

The attraction of low-energy protons to electrons, either free electrons or electrons as present in normal matter, causes such protons to soon form chemical bonds with atoms. This happens at sufficiently "cold" temperatures (comparable to temperatures at the surface of the Sun). In interaction with normal (non plasma) matter, low-velocity free protons are attracted to electrons in any atom or molecule with which they come in contact, causing them to combine. In vacuum, a sufficiently slow proton may pick up a free electron, becoming a neutral hydrogen atom, which then will then react chemically with other atoms if they are available and sufficiently cold.

[ She finishes with the class staring at her, half writing down the notes and the other half looking as if she just spoke gobblygook. ]

Would you like to take it from here, Mr. Elric?

[Ed’s eyes glaze over a bit as she speaks. He swings his feet off the desk and leans forward, elbow resting on the desk and propping his head up with his hand. No, really, keep going Diana. He is all the interest.

Oh. Wait. No. No, he really isn’t.

He glaces at her out of the corner of his eye, exasperated and mildly annoyed before SIGHING SO DRAMATICALLY and turning back to the rest of the class]

Right, so that pretty much covers it. Any questions?

[THERE BETTER NOT BE.]

( Action: Teacher's Lounge )

( Action: En Route to Home. )

( OOC: For threads at the school, expect replies to come from both Ed and Diana. If you want to talk to one of them separately, then just put it in the subject line! c: )

[ Action: Shelter at 848 Goldberg Street. Day 2. ]

[ Human beings really were flawed creatures. However, even though Diana was feeling weak and looked to be shit warmed over, she is still trying to provide for those who needed it while having coughing fits in between. Obviously things would be all right, right? She refuses to give up and give in that easily, since that would mean Mayfield would win.

God... She really hopes that she was right because she doesn't want to die. Not here, not now. She still has so much more to do, after all.

So, after having a slight coughing fit, she approaches whomever is in the shelter and asks: ]

Do... Do you need anything? Food? Water...? Supplies?

[ Action: Shelter at 848 Goldberg Street. Day 3. ]

( cut for character death. )

[ Action: 913 Bilko Boulevard. Outside. ]

[ Anyone expecting to find Diana today will find her staring at the present that was left at their doorstep - a turkey. She doesn't exactly trust it, since hey for all she knows it could be yet another prank pulled by Mayfield. And she doesn't want to take that risk.

So, she's staring at the turkey as if waiting for something to happen. And, you know what - it is the most intense staring contest imaginable. ]

I don't trust you.

[ Yes, she's fully expecting something to happen because dammit, Mayfield isn't this nice. ]

[ Phone | Filtered from Drones. ]

So, who here thinks that Mayfield's up to something again? Surely they just wouldn't offer us turkeys without at least something up their sleeve.

Anyone want to play the accusation game while this is happening?

[ phone | filtered to close friends/allies/acquaintances ]

I know I just made a phone call a couple of days ago, but I wanted to let you all know that I have talked with this "the Joker" fellow recently and I can trust him as far as I can throw him. So, if you happen to see him when you're with me, then please address me as Julia Hendrickson instead of Diana Ethelbert. Julia Hendrickson is one of my aliases that I use strictly for matters such as these.

Furthermore, if you have any information at all about him, I'd like to know so that I can start to plan in advance.

Thank you in advance.

[ phone | filtered from drones and laff_a_lympics ]

Would anyone be able to give me information on the Joker? Anything would suffice, even if it's a small tidbit. Thank you.

Additionally, is there a list of people here that we ought to avoid, even if they come from our own worlds? If not, I'd like to start one up. Again, thank you in advance for this.

( OOC: If your character has gotten along great with Diana, they'll be able to hear the first part of her post. if you have any questions, PM/IM me or contact me on plurk! )

[ Action: 913 Bilko Boulevard. Crack of Dawn. ]

[ 5 AM wake up call? No problem. By now, she's gotten used to it and training a bit before she gets ready for school with a light jog or something to keep her endurance up. Although, what she wasn't expecting to see was a package labeled for her. Odd - she didn't exactly put in any mail order requests as of late or at all, so it's definitely a curious matter.

Maybe it could be her library. Or, maybe, something from home. Her locket or something greater? Well, she's not going to find anything out by just standing around, so she opens the box carefully and finds ... just a picture of her lab.

Just a picture of her lab.

She has half of a mind to crumple the photo up in annoyance, She also has half of a mind to wake up her housemates in said annoyance. But, no. She picks it up and before she knows it, the basement is quickly converted into her lab, not to her knowledge just yet, of course. ]

... That's it? That's seriously it? Oh, Mayfield...!

[ This is all whispered until curiosity gets the better of her. Well, what if it's here and she doesn't know it quite yet? First, she thinks to check in her room since that's where her lab would be connected. When she doesn't find it there, she becomes a bit disgruntled before going down those stairs again and decides for the hell of it to try the basement. The staircase has been changed into the usual escalator that leads down into her lab and, well, when she flips on the light switch, she finds that there's - indeed - her lab.

Well, if anyone wanted to see her be truly happy before, here's your chance. She lets out a small squeal and runs to touch everything. The feeling of cold metal, the texture of her tools - everything that was in her lab was here. It's not her library, but it's something from home.

Screw morning training. She is going to wake up the members of her house and they are going to like it. ]

Mokou! Nall! N! Get down in the basement, there's something I need to show you!

[ Action: Mayfield High. ]

[ Someone's feeling awfully cheerful today and has decided to wear the new suit that Rarity made her since she hasn't had a chance to officially debut it. Maybe Mayfield wasn't that bad after all if it could give her back her lab just like that. So, during class, you may see her in a better mood than she was yesterday, or hell, even willing to give you the time of day. Surely it's not Podfield 2.0 somewhere around here, right? ]

[ Action: 913 Bilko Boulevard. After School. ]

[ Seeing Diana outside surely isn't that weird, right? But, what are those heaps of metal that are around her? Why, they are her robot workers who are holding up several of her tools and other metallic parts as she's sitting happily in a hover chair. Best thing is that it doesn't run on emissions, but rather solar energy. She's just making the modifications she's been dying to make to her house and humming Pachelbel's Canon in D Major under her breath.

Do you wish to see what's got her in such a good mood? ]

[ Phone | Filtered to [Bad username or site: princeofjunes title= @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: godisachild title= @ livejournal.com]. ]

I can begin on the repairs you requested a while ago, Mr. Minch. I've received my lab recently and can work at any time you wish.

Mr. Yosuke, I can start on that stage finally. I have my lab and now I don't have to work with inferior tools. It'll still take me a while yet, but I can get the stage done relatively soon. I just thought I ought to let you know.

[ Phone: Filtered to [Bad username or site: unexculpable title= @ livejournal.com] ]

Hey, Ed. I have a request for you. Are you busy right now?

[ Action: All Day ]

[ Well, it seems like it'll be a nice, splendid day, right? The sun is shining and sparkling radiantly, the skies are a perfect shade of cerulean, and the grass is just the greenest shade ever! But, wait - was that...

Diana is wearing a god-awful froofy PINK dress with her hair in pigtails and her makeup definitely not looking like it belongs on that pale face. To go along with this ensemble, she's wearing white stockings and a small cardigan with a pair of heels. Gosh golly willikers, she can't afford to get sick, you know!

But, after bidding her family off, she's going to happily attend school. Surely this must be Diana, hmm? ]

[ Action: Diana's Pod. ]

[ Try as she might, Diana can't get out of her pod. She's blaming her physique for this, but hopefully someone will come save her from them soon. ]

[ Action: Later On ]

[ The real Diana managed to escape her pod and she looks very angry. She manages to track down her doppelganger, tap her politely on the shoulder, which makes her turn around and then...

POW! RIGHT IN THE KISSER! ]

You know it's not nice to hit a lady! Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?

Please, as if you're my mother's daughter.

Why I never! You should be nicer, you uncouth barbarian!

Yawn. Are we done now?

As if! I'll show you how to treat a lady!

[ Diana gives her doppelganger the widest grin ever before it turns into a smirk. ] You'll have to catch me. [ And then she gives chase. Just which one is the real one? You'll have to decide that for yourself. ]

[ Action: 913 Bilko Boulevard after Homecoming. Nighttime. ]

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[ Action: 913 Bilko Boulevard. Morning. ]

[ Once again Ed wakes up somewhere that is not his own house. Still Mayfield, the room looks the same, but it's not his. His head is pounding and his stomach is rolling and for the love of... WHY IS IT SO BRIGHT IN HERE? He rubs at his eyes and groans before bending over and holding his head in his hands. ]

What... Ugh... I think my head is going to explode.

Mmmn... [ Diana makes a small noise, opening her eyes slightly before yawning loudly. She's stayed by Ed's side the entire night and didn't get much sleep herself. ] Here. It'll help. [ She hands him a glass of water that's been on her dresser for a while. ]

[ That was not a voice he was expecting to hear. He moves way too fast as he sits up and he winces, wishing very much that he was still asleep. After a moment, he groggily takes the glass of water, his brow furrowed in confusion. ]

Thanks.... I...

What's going on? Why are you...? [ Words. Sentences. He is trying to form them, but his head hurts too much. ]

I took you home, here, last night. I saw that you weren't feeling too well after drinking the punch that was spiked, so I decided to take you somewhere that you'd be safe. [ She notices the movement and shakes her head. ] Just take it slowly, okay? Don't take too much on once here.

... And I, well... took care of you. [ That part's grumbled a little, but she's smiling a little bit. ]

[ He's thinking. It hurts, but he's thinking. Punch? What punch? When did he drink any pun --

Oh. Oh. DAMN IT. Did he honestly... He can't remember most of the night, but he remembers going to homecoming and he remembers have a bit of punch and.... Way to go Ed. Way to get completely smashed. ]

Damn it, I'm...

Sorry, I just...

... Thanks.

Don't mention it. I'd rather you'd be safe instead of harmed, especially when your guard's down. [ She moves a bit, hearing her joints crack a bit. Bad posture will do that to you. ] Want me to give you breakfast in bed?

N-no you don't have to do that. Really.

Don't worry about it. [ She turns to give him a little smile. While she's just exhausted, she knows that people generally do not move that well while being hungover. ]

[ Nope. Moving would be a bad idea right now, but Ed feels kind of terrible about all of this. ] I'll be fine. You've done enough for me as it is.

But yet, if I were to use equivalent exchange, you've helped me out this far with alchemy. As well as other things. [ The last part is muttered. ] So, consider this my part of returning what was given to me. [ There's a slight smirk at the end. ]

[ .... and then he just grins. There is no arguing with that. ] Fair enough.

I'm glad, then. Make yourself comfortable and I'll be back soon. [ She leaves her room to make some breakfast - all of which will be very healthy, but yet fulfilling. She's sure it'll make her fellow housemates suspicious as to why she's cooking breakfast, but hey - she has to pull her own weight around here, too.

Though, maybe she should've warned Ed about Mokou... Or Nall. Whoopsies. ]

[ Phone/Filtered from Drones ]

If you're looking for Edward Elric, don't worry - he's at my house and he is safe. Due to the lovely efforts to spike the punch at homecoming, he was one of the victims. To those of you who did spike it, please be at least somewhat original. That gag is old by now.

( OOC: Permission was given to put Ed in here. :D If you want either unexculpable or notalwystrthful, specify it in the subject line and they'll tag you back! The morning action is for housemates and anyone visiting and the phone is completely open. Enjoy! )

[ phone ]

Right, so - are we all situated, Mayfield? No more infestations from the undead, or very pointedly, certain idiots who let us take care of their problems? Good, very good.

Now, as I'm to understand - Miss Mokou, Mr. Minch and Mr. Yosuke all had requests for things to be built and/or repaired. If anyone else is in need of my expertise with building or simply taking things apart, then don't be afraid to put a request in. I'd rather be busy instead of bored, after all. I hear it holds off the madness that's rather infectious here. My talents don't stop at just mechanics, either. Name a subject and I'd be able to offer my services - but, please, do be reasonable and not say something impossible, like traveling dimensions or some such. If you do so, I'll simply ignore your call.

[ now filtered to her friends/acquaintances ]

As for another issue, is everyone settling in all right after that? I can help as far as medical is concerned or just to check up on you.

For those who helped me, I'll do what I can to express my gratitude. I'll start off with saying thank you. It [...] meant a lot.

( Action | Around 913 Bilko Boulevard. )

( Action | Mayfield High. )

( Action | Mayfield's Drive-In )

[Phone]

Hello. I have a small request, Mayfield.

Would someone be able to lend me a few tools and pieces of metal? I would like to begin building something, and with how utterly useful the town is, it's hard to get materials on my own.

You will be repaid for your generosity.

[Action | Around Mayfield]

[ Those who see Diana around may find her either A) writing down notes of some kind, B) trying to find spare materials around so that she could begin her little project or C) purchasing a few things - such as more "school supplies" and blueprint paper. Since she can't actually look the information she'd need up herself, she'll have to make do with what she's got.

She does appear to be in thought for these tasks, humming a little song so that it's not eerily silent. The drones can be creepy, even to her. ]

[Action | 913 Bilko Boulevard | Open]

[ Diana's around the house doing - gasp! - something reserved for boys! She's dismantling a few things and doing her best to take 'em apart, dressed in a junk t-shirt and a pair of light pants with a ponytail. It's obvious that she doesn't look like she can't even lift a heavy tool, but she's making use of what she has available to her at home.

Care to see what she's working on next? ]

[Action, 913 Bilko Boulevard]

[ Upon Diana's awakening, she lets out a little groan and sits up, rubbing her head. She expects that she's going to have yet another headache, however that doesn't seem to be the case. She knew she was in the process of actually getting used to her library and utilizing it to its' utmost efficiency, however to feel that empty in her head was something she didn't exactly want. ]

Where could my library be...?

[ She closes her eyes and takes a breath before trying to access her library, only to be greeted by an "ACCESS RESTRICTED" sign. She tries several times, and is again greeted by the same results. This is, decidedly, not a good thing. ]

...No. That's not right--

Finally, you're up! It's your turn to do chores, you know. Come on, you can't be in your room all the time!

Tch.

[Phone]

I'm not entirely too fond of the whole kidnapping aspect in addition to making you think you're already in a family when you know the truth otherwise.

However, if I may, would I be able to acquire some information about where I've been sent to? I know that this is not my home in the slightest. Thank you for your time.