towerofanimus | [OPEN] ANXIETYYYY

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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[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.]

[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 ****?!

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[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.]

[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.]

[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!

[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...]

[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!]

[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...

[Ugh. Just his luck, not only did he need to get run over by a human, he needed to get run over by a stupid one to boot. The feral-troll part of his brain rather wanted to punch this schmuck in the face. But then again, the feral-troll part of his brain always wanted to punch schmucks in the face.]

Well, you're not the best either.

[He is such a good troll. Trololololol.]

[Way to go, Sollux. The only thing that makes Poland unshy is his need to brag. You have found the magic key to success.]

Oh my gosh! Rude! I am like, so the best and I don't even know what you are.

[And now Sollux can finally have his dream home in Hawaii, Prospit. Oh lucky day.]

I seriously doubt that something like you could even come close to being 'the best' at anything.
For example, you don't even know what I am.

[OH YEAH. Eat it, Poland.]

[He is so offended. Even though he hears this all the time, it is very frustrating that someone can be so wrong!]

Dude, that so doesn't have to do with how I'm the best. Nobody else I know would probably know.

Unless they're like, some weirdo or something.

I'm a troll, you idiot.
And now you can't be the best because I had to tell you something.

A troll?

[Let him think about that. A troll.

It takes him a few seconds and then he looks at him.]

You're a troll? You seriously do not look like one.

[His folklore doesn't have anything to do with trolls, but Lithuania's does so Poland's seen what they're supposed to look like. Sollux? Looks nothing like one of those.]

Then I guess you just don't know what a troll looks like. [Spoken as if it's simple fact. He is a troll, Poland, see? He's trolling.]

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I know what a troll looks like! And you don't look like any of them! Even the cute ones.

[Like those little keychains with the funky hair. This has basis, okay.]

Oh really? [He smirks. This could be interesting.]What do you think a troll looks like, then?

[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]

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Really ugly and like, short. With big noses.

But there were these cute doll things and they had ugly hair, but I don't know. Some people really liked them.

[Thinking about what else he knows about trolls. It's not a lot. He just knows Sollux doesn't look like an ugly, short thing with a big nose. Or the cute ones with colorful hair.]

[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.]

[He's so close to facepalming. So. Close.]

...That's stupid.
This is what a troll really looks like. [He points to himself.]
Got that?

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[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?

[He's still not very sure of this, but that shyness thing is coming back so he only pouts and nods.]

Whatevs.

[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.]

...

[He looks around.]

...Where were you going to, anyway?

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