towerofanimus | 001; The saddest tears ever.

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001; The saddest tears ever.

Characters: Venezia (North Italy) and you come here.

Setting: Cafeteria.

Format: I'll match you!

Summary: Venezia finds her menu to be less than savory. This is the saddest moment of her life guys.

Warning: Extreme exaggeration.

So she'd gone through the basics of her first day. Wake up in this strange place, the initial freak out, stumble around and eventually find herself sitting down for breakfast in the cafeteria. She'd had moments where she could want to make a fuss, yell at somebody! But who were these people? She didn't know anyone so far and pretty much everything freaked her out. What is this outfit anyway? She could only hope this was a nightmare.

If so, it just got worse. "How horrible," Venezia can be found muttering at the cafeteria table, looking down in despair. They had not allowed her any of the other foods. Just this sticky brown muck in a bowl.

Her face was just full of emotion. "I can't!" Despite her hunger, which is always roaring in the morning, she pushed the bowl away promptly and let her face fall into her hands. It's not too dramatic this is serious. "This dream sucks and I'll die."

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[Kanaya had been getting a meal of real non-oatmeal food when she heard Venezia's outburst. After getting her food, utensils, and napkin Kanaya approaches the girl who must be new]

[Don't be alarmed by Kanaya, even with her gray skin, yellow eyes, candy corn colored horns, and pointed canines, she's mostly harmless. At least now while she's not threatened.]

Your first meal in the tower has to be oatmeal, I am unsure as of why but that is how it has always been. I regret to inform you that this isn't a dream and is in fact reality. There may be other people that you know here.

[she motions to her food] Tomorrow you are open to all of the other food.

[Venezia peeks up through her fingers, eyeing the girl. Oh. Even if she says this isn't a dream, the girl being there at all kind of proves it.]

The tower wants me to starve. Is it some initiation test?

[She'll go along with her subconscious though. Maybe it will allow her to skip to the very next morning where this abominable dish is nowhere to be seen.] I don't even know how I got here.

[Yeah, her appearance (along with the rest of the trolls) would be a pretty good indicator of a dream on most days, sadly this is real.]

You may think of it as a test, but eating any other food other than oatmeal on your first day, or as your first meal, here will have nasty consequences. I would suggest just eating it for now and then you can have the better food tomorrow. I believe you can also access the kitchens to make your own meals if you are so inclined.

[she frowns a bit] None of us are positive how we got here.

[she pouts, like such a big girl, and allows herself to turn from the young girl to the bowl again. and grimaces.

being able to make her own food sounded promising! a new hope! and all she had to do was

eat this] Well now I want to leave.

[she turns back to the girl, wondering how her subconscious thought her up.] You're stuck here? What's your name, cara?

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Unfortunately you cannot leave just yet. Perhaps another time. People often go missing and it is nice to assume that they have been returned home. [a small, forced smile]

I go by Kanaya Maryam, and you?

Ahh? Can't we just walk out the front door? I'm sure the boss will once I give them a moment of my time. [she grins!! it sounds a bit like a threat but then again she is just full of her self.]

Buongiorno, Kanaya! Venezia or Viviana will do. You sound like you know a lot about this place!

There is no front door that we are aware of, and I am sure that every square inch of this tower has been examined

Which of the names do you prefer to be called? I have been here a few months now.

Oh. Then a back door will do, I'm sure. Is there a way out in the kitchen? [it happens like that in movies]

Venezia, then-!

Uh. That's pretty long.

There is no back or kitchen doors either I'm afraid, sorry for the inconvenience Venezia. Sadly I don't see my location changing for a rather long time.

Huh. How did we get in then?

I'm not sure. the logistics behind it is rather unclear. There must be a door somewhere but it's not in a location that we can access.

"I can't!"

[Romana jerks at the voice, her mind still haunted by the previous events that occurred, phantoms taking her sister's form, using her sister's form. It's just another trick, she's not here. She refuses to let her hopes grow.

Still, she finds herself slowly turning, her plate of food held tightly in her hand, Romana still trying to tell herself that she's a fool that Venezia's gon-

... sitting right there. Perfectly unharmed. In her shock Romana drops the plate, the crockery shattering as she stares, open mouthed at her younger sister before sprinting over, grabbing the younger woman and clinging tightly to her] Venezia, Viviana, per favore, per favore, be real this time, please, Viviana, oh god I'm going crazy...

[first the sound of something shattering. well that's weird to hear in a dream! unless something important was happening. but nothing important has happened so far-

oh. ~~nope it's just romana.~~

she was kind of jostled by the sudden viper grip which had almost had her elbow in her oatmeal. she just sat there, listening to her sister go on about being crazy. she manages to peek up to her sister, wondering why on earth she was making a face like that.

but she's here! finally, this dream is a bit comforting. maybe once her sister is less crazy this could turn into an adventure dream. or cook for her!]

You might be! I almost feel into the oatmeal, you know.

Stop that! [Lets her go, only to grip her face tightly with her hands, Romana looking genuinely sacred and worried. Venezia feels real, sounds real but she's still so scared. She's so scared that she's dreaming.] It isn't funny!

--Tell me something only Venezia would know!

Huh? What for?

[she blinks. wow, she seems really serious about something. why does she have to think of something, anyway? she almost wants to say no! that is ridiculous and too much effort!

but for now she will go with it, if it will stop the tightness of her grip.] Um. When we share the bed you cling a whole lot! Like, it gets kind of uncomfortable.

Kind of like now!

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[Her hands let go of Venezia's cheeks, the movement sudden. Instead Venezia pulled into a very tight hug, Romana falling to the seat as she cling to her sister, hiding her face in her shoulder. She starts to cry, body shaking as she loses the control over her emotions.

She's alive. Alive, safe, she hasn't failed, she isn't alone]

I-I thought you were gone... I couldn't... I couldn't feel you...

Gone? [wow sis how creepy.

she instinctively brings up a hand to hold the back of her sister's head, maybe at an attempt to comforting her. she's really at a a loss right now. her sister can get emotional sometimes, but rarely like this!

and for a dream, this seems realistic to the point that it's heartbreaking. she takes up the role to pat her back and rock a bit, even if she's terribly confused wow.]

Were you taken this morning, too? Is that it?

If you missed me, don't worry, I'm here now!! [isn't she just the most comforting]

[Romana doesn't pull away, her grip on Venezia never loosening. She's terrified that the minute she lets go her sister will disappear, and that the tower will just once again prove she shouldn't hope.

Voice muffled, she shakes her head] No... weeks, months... I don't remember... then they took me back and everything was gone, Naples was destroyed, Rome burning... V-Venice was flooded. I couldn't feel you! [She breaks down into a fresh set of sobs, Romana completely unable to regain her composure]

Hey, now, it sounds like you're the one whose had the bad dream you know!

[there's a sort of desperate hopefulness in her voice, as teasing as that might sound another time. what on earth could lead her sister to talk of things like that? it was more than unpleasant, the thought was horrific.

she pets her sister's hair a bit more desperately.] What're you going on about, anyway? It's freaking me out.

Didn't you read the letter?! [She jerks back, gripping Venezia's elbows tightly as she starts to come back into her normal grumpy self] Our world is gone, Venezia! They took me back there and I saw it, our homes, our land, our people! And I couldn't feel you, you were gone!

[Her shoulder's shake, Romana struggling to keep her emotions in check] I thought I had failed again...

Letter? [she had not lmfao. she just kind of stumbled out of there and followed the crowd. so this is very new to her!!

she has finally decided that this dream more than just blows and that she wants out. but the crying sister still holding her tightly felt really real and the emotions felt really real.]

Stop it, okay? That didn't happen, I was just there yesterday. Yesterday. It couldn't happen!

Who told you something like that? What they?

[Romana almost seems normal with the irritated 'of course you didn't' look she gives Venezia before shaking her head] Why did I expect you would...

[Her face turns steely, Romana closing her eyes and looking like she's pain. It hurts so much to remember the wasteland that was theirs.] I-I don't know... maybe you've been here all along, maybe they just wouldn't let you wake up... but our home is gone. Ask Spagna, she'll confirm it for you...

[more of the horror starts to show in her face now, as she understands that her sister truly believes this.

she grabs for one of her sister's hands, scared for what sort of terrible possibilities she was mumbling about now. for once she can't say much.]

She's here?

[Her hand grips Venezia's tightly, Romana trembling slightly. Even if Venezia tried to pull away Romana wouldn't let her. She won't let ago again]

Si... her, Francia... Canada... Prussia and America were here before but... nobody's seen them for awhile...

[She takes a deep, if shaky breath] There's more. There... there's another world, where we're men and nations like Ungheria, Belgio are women... Some of those nations are here...

If it's just them, then- [then there's a chance her sister was a mistaken! then there's a chance this could be a horrible dream or her sister was fooled or deluded or

or crazy.] Sorella.

[She's not crazy, your crazy, everyone else is crazy she's perfectly sane and she knows that look she is not crazy!] It's true! Ask Spagna, if you don't believe me, because clearly you never do! Cagna...

I do so! Sometimes!

It's a cool thought, of course. But, sorella, that is a bit far out there you know.

When?

And it's true! There's a male America, a male Spain... there's a male version of me... [Frowns] He seems like a child, compared to me though. Very whiny. [Because she never whines at all nope, no way shut up]

Sorella. Sorella. [she almost was intrigued by the thought of more guys around but then she remembered who they were and was grossed out]

Maybe they're playing tricks on you? There can't be two Italia Romanas, you know! We have enough!

[she falters on that last part romano? preposterous!!]

[Yeah be grossed out good girl. Also half the reason she didn't mention Germany, she doesn't trust you, sorellina]

They're not! I've seen him, he has... he has my curl. [Hey hey hey the world needs all the Romanas geeze. Romano can get stuffed though]

Ah.

Are any cute? [a guy sorella sounds kinda scary actually]

[She sounds familiar, in such a way that the exclamation provokes a response of habit. It's like that time America tried to bring food for everyone, only she'd picked McDonalds. Canada opened her mouth, the words coming out without a thought]

It's just food North Italy. I promise it won't hurt you--

[She started and glanced over her shoulder at the woman sitting two tables back]

...North Italy, when did you get here?

It will! It totally will! It's not even a food-!

[oh, but this is not a strange dream voice. this sounds like a person. she also turns around, mid-pout, to see

who is this.] Hey, you! I think this morning? Or last night?

I don't remember the trip at all.

...It's oatmeal. It is a food, really.

[One day. One day she will remember who Canada is.

Today is not that day. Canada can already tell]

Well no one remembers the trip...we were all taken here.

Oh! A bad guy in this plot, huh? Someone thinks they're sneaky?

I won't let them! They almost made me eat this sticky mess!

Where are they? Hiding?

...Well we can't really meet our captors. They sort of come to us.

Perhaps you should calm down a little and eat the oatmeal.

Hiding, then! Who do they think they are? Sneaky, weak-

[her stomach rumbles to remind her that it is empty and she stops herself short]

Nothing else?

...Nothing else. You missed pasta month by the way.

[horrible] I hate this place.

None of us are particularly fond of it.

[She smiles crookedly] It will be alright. Food is just food.

[already grouchy from spending endless days cooped up, germany snaps at her as he walks past with his own food without so much as glancing her way.]

I doubt you'll die. [realizing that was possibly rather harsh, he pauses then decides to offer more of an explanation.] Your first meal in this tower must be oatmeal. Then you may have other food.

[what is this! she is clearly a woman who is distressed and in need.

and this is the attitude she receives?]

I will! You'll help me to my grave, like that, you know. Is that how you act courteous, you?

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