[At the library in the afternoon or evening, you might notice a large pile of books in the middle of an aisle, occasionally emitting small but conspicuous bursts of blueish light. Look a bit closer and you'll discover an actual (tiny, irritable) person in there - along with a half-disassembled silver-coloured pocketwatch and some other bits of metal, several of which are covered in circular scratchings. Though no visible tools, curiously enough.
Why would Ed suddenly have a pocketwatch when he neither arrived with one nor has the slightest clue where to buy them? Well, when a counterpart of you from another world refuses to let you run off with their belongings despite you being basically the same person, what else is there to do except make a cheap knockoff out of whatever knick-knacks you cansteal from Engineering class find? Just one problem: the watch doesn't do what he originally wanted it for. It doesn't do anything. It doesn't even keep good time... which probably isn't important for his purposes, but what does he know? He's never needed to care about any damn alchemical amplifiers before now.
So, after a few days of messing around with it, an unsigned BBS post goes up:]
Who here knows how to make a watch? Mine doesn't work.
Why would Ed suddenly have a pocketwatch when he neither arrived with one nor has the slightest clue where to buy them? Well, when a counterpart of you from another world refuses to let you run off with their belongings despite you being basically the same person, what else is there to do except make a cheap knockoff out of whatever knick-knacks you can
So, after a few days of messing around with it, an unsigned BBS post goes up:]
Who here knows how to make a watch? Mine doesn't work.