[OPEN] ANXIETYYYY

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

Characters: Poland and every last person ever.
Setting: Room 1-18, stairs, cafeteria
Format: Action.
Summary: Poland is new, Poland is shy, and Poland is confused. Sure are a lot of strangers in this here tower, but his search to figure out where the hell he is has him going all over.
Warnings: Poland being very shy.

['Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here'

That made absolutely no sense. If his world had been destroyed, he wouldn't even be here now. And who saved him? Those burning questions are pretty much gone, though, once he realizes that in the room he's in.

And that there are people he does not know. It takes him a few moments (moments filled with quivering and very obvious stranger anxiety) before he makes a run for it. He has no idea where he is and it kind of pisses him off. Was he kidnapped or something? Kidnapping is lame.

He gets lost a few times before he manages to find his way to the cafeteria because he smells food and hey, food. Food is always good.]

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[edes-virag.livejournal.com]

[While on her way back towards her room, she startles just a bit by the familiar mesh of blond hair that always seems so polished and shined.

Tilting her head, Hungary follows after him for a bit before she finally realizes that THANKFULLY a familiar and friendly face and neighbor is there. She likes Germany, sure, he's sweet, damn fine, and considerate to boot, but with Prussia being there it seems to just make her time here all the more...angry.]

Popo? [Calls out a little hopeful with her hands clutching together.]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[That name and that voice. Only one person it can belong to and he turns around a little slowly, afraid to find out it isn't Hungary until he sees it is.

As soon as he does? He's running to her and flinging his arms around her to cling to her because does she have any idea how many strangers there are here?!]

Oh my gosh, Hungary. It's totally you, right? Yeah, duh, of course it is! But oh my gosh.

[He'll be clinging for a while.]

[edes-virag.livejournal.com]

[Practically on the verge of squealing, Hungary hurried over to her friend and practically tackled him as he hugged her. She squeezed tight, bent on not letting go for the moment.]

I missed you so much, Popo! I seriously thought I would never see you again!

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[He's still holding onto her, but he pulls away a bit to look at her, smiling.]

Dude, why wouldn't you ever see me again? I'd be like the worst friend.

[Yeah, he's still not sure of the whole story here!]

[edes-virag.livejournal.com]

[Pulls away just a bit too to look up at him with a frown on her features.] Well, they told us about the world ending and everyone dying...it had to be false since- we're alive but- I was just afraid I wouldn't find a way back home and to my friends.

[Shakes her head and buries her face on his chest, just hugging him tight and happy that she's able to do such again to the point she's almost brought to tears.]

Some hallway somewhere idk.

[viru2alert.livejournal.com]

[Tra la la. Sollux is wandering around, for once not wasting his life in the library on one of the computer terminals, when HOLY CRAP PROJECTILE COMING THROUGH.]

[Except it's not a projectile. It's Poland! Who has just nearly run him over! Sollux is sputtering angrily and showing just how much Karkat has rubbed off on him through interpretive cursing, which has been censored to retain sanity and a moderate PG-13 rating.]

What the ****?!

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, he definitely hadn't been paying attention to where he was going. He never pays attention to anything. When he runs into him, he looks back

and wow. What the hell is this thing...

Yeah, he's just going to stand there, looking at him weirdly.]

[viru2alert.livejournal.com]

[He once again displays his wide range of vocabulary, using another term picked up from Karkat, who himself picked it up from Terezi, and so on.] Jegus, watch where you're--what?

[Sollux does not have time for standing here while a human stares at him. He has much better things to do. Like, uh... erm...]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Poland doesn't even know what any of this is.

Or what Sollux still is. This is all very confusing and he's still just staring until he does say without thinking.]

So weird...

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

[Oh gosh a familiar face, even if she doesn't really talk to Poland that much. Someone she recognizes is an immediate plus--Oh and there she goes, right down the hall...]

Poland? Are you alright? [She takes the stairs two at a time after her him]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Someone knows him? That means someone who's not a stranger and so he's turning around hopefully and sees--

A girl. A girl he does not know at all and oh my gosh, why does she know his name? He stands there awkwardly, shy and frozen. Right at the stairs.]

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

[That look on his face makes her freeze too and she bites back a sigh. Wrong one]

I'm sorry...I...you look just like the Poland I know. You must be male right?

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[He only nods because unsurprisingly he gets that question sometimes. He's very curious about the Poland she apparently knows and how he apparently looks like them.

But that whole shyness thing really puts a damper on talking.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania is staring out the window of the cafeteria--he was eating but got distracted, which happens a lot especially lately. He glances over at the person entering, and then does a double-take.]

Po--ah...

[Not his Poland. But possibly a Poland?]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Poland doesn't notice Lithuania. All he notices is that he is now in a room with even more strangers. Oh boy, thinking before he acts would really be a swell thing to learn! Unfortunately he never will.

He's standing there in the entrance now, clearly in his shy and anxious mode before he looks like he wants to leave the cafeteria. If only he could move...]

[vytis]

[Definitely a Poland. And Lithuania can't just let him stand there like that. Though he's not sure what to say. How so you address an alternate version? After worrying over this silently for a few momenta, he stands up.]

Ah--Hello...?

[This might be the strangest thing he's done since he arrived. Talking to that female Prussia was easier.]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[He can't miss someone talking to him and he glances over to Lithuania. If it should stand out to him that this is another Lithuania? It does not and he just runs over to him, hiding behind him as he grabs onto his shirt. This has always been his favorite hiding spot.]

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

_{[He found the pole running through a hallway, practically walking right into the other as he turned a corner, and he blinked slowly, the recognition flaring for a moment--Finally he found someone from his own area of the world. He wished it was someone else, someone less... argumentative towards him, but Poland would do]} Pol'sha. Ah, privet.

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, on the list of people he'd rather not see? Russia is definitely one of them. Actually? Probably on the top of people he does not want to see.

He scowls at him.]

What do you want?

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

_{[Raises his brows, looking at the smaller Pole]} I am just wanting to be saying hello. I have not found anyone from our part of world here... But now I am finding you.

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Looking suspicious. It's Russia.]

There's like, nobody else?

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[Fran had been settled off to the side with his ...odd meat pies and a journal, ignoring a good deal of things. For whatever reason, perhaps his shoulder itched - it was inconsequential - he glanced over to see a mildly worried looking Poland entering the cafeteria. Sitting aside his journal he spoke up a bit to get the man's attention]

Pologne, I see you've graced us all with your delightful presence! [teasing~]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Like Poland would know teasing if it bit him on the ass. And really, France is one of those countries he's not so shy so he actually seems a little happy about this.]

Dude, hey!

[Yep, going to him now.]

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[It's alright. They have a code between them. Long blond haired men unite, etc. Patting the spot beside him, France smirked a bit at the slight shift in mood.] Dude. Honestly, whatever am I going to do with you. Did you really just arrive? [Curious...]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Probably the best code one could have. But he sits down next to him and nods.]

Um, yeah. Got some weird message and some weird room and oh my gosh, there are so many stairs...