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rules_the_north) wrote2011-09-17 02:52 pm
rules_the_north) wrote2011-09-17 02:52 pm
*55; 18:00-text / 2:00- voice/action
18:00
There's a memorial yard in Dissimulo, behind the church. Like a graveyard for those who left. Will help put up memorial stones.
Soup kichen's next to it, you'll find me there.
The peguins are called "Prinnies". Explode when thrown, sometimes just so. Be careful.
Head count. Who lives in Dissimulo, and where? Keeping track of it for emergencies.
Sweden, Finland, Norway, Ran Mori, white haired child
2:00
[And then, about eight hours later, there is another post. This time it is voice and definitely accidential, because all you can hear is someone screaming. And this time, it is not Finland, at least not at first. You might never heard this before, and chances are that you will never hear it again. It is Sweden.
You don't wake up with you not!brother's shit eating grin split in two next to you and stay perfectly calm.
The feed cuts off when the communicator is knocked to the ground as hell breaks loose in the Nordic bed.]
There's a memorial yard in Dissimulo, behind the church. Like a graveyard for those who left. Will help put up memorial stones.
Soup kichen's next to it, you'll find me there.
The peguins are called "Prinnies". Explode when thrown, sometimes just so. Be careful.
Head count. Who lives in Dissimulo, and where? Keeping track of it for emergencies.
Sweden, Finland, Norway, Ran Mori, white haired child
2:00
[And then, about eight hours later, there is another post. This time it is voice and definitely accidential, because all you can hear is someone screaming. And this time, it is not Finland, at least not at first. You might never heard this before, and chances are that you will never hear it again. It is Sweden.
You don't wake up with you not!brother's shit eating grin split in two next to you and stay perfectly calm.
The feed cuts off when the communicator is knocked to the ground as hell breaks loose in the Nordic bed.]
1/2 before the second post
Wow, that's actually a wonderful idea. [Why hadn't she thought of keeping some kind of inventory of who's living where?]
I live in Dissimulo, so you can add me to the list. Ran Mouri.
2/2 annnnddd after
...And she hasn't been outside of her room, since she's been recovering a bit from her rude awakening.
She hasn't seen the corpses just yet, so--]
H-hey! Are you all right? What happened?!
[a little while later]
Where is your residence?
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Are you sure you're okay?
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Met someone. [Well, you can certainly describe it that way...]
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[She's waiting for more of an explanation, but when she doesn't get one, she prods.]
Someone...bad? [Why else would there be screaming...]
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[Not now, though - where he is from, there was even talks about supporting Denmark in a war. Which, considering that they were at more or less constant war for for centuries not too long ago, is something along the lines "we now love each other thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much". People are even talking about a, maybe only moneytary, unification.]
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[Used to?]
I-Is that what happened just now? I didn't...mean to interrupt--
[Though maybe it's a good thing she did, er...]
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[That isn't only out of the question because it is Denmark and even if he hates him... Denmark has been such a central person ever since he remembers first, he isn't someone that Sweden could imagine a world without. And it also simply wouldn't be an option because they are both nations.]
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And she's forced to take his word for it.]
Who--er, who is he...?