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23:30:00
Silent dormitory rooms are lined with bodies--not dead, just sleeping. Throughout the tower it is pitch black and silent. At the base of the tower, countless shining eyes, watching.

23:45:00
The tower hums to life. Lights blink on in one by one; only the dormitory rooms remain dark. A small army of blank-faced humanoids appear and spend the next ten minutes taking various positions around the tower.

23:59:00
An order given. The dormitory room lights blink on.

00:00:00
You are awake.

00:00:30
You can move.


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DORMITORY LEVEL

[animusmods]

ROOM 1-06

[vytis]

[Lithuania bolts out of bed as soon as his body starts responding, looking around in a panic, still not entirely sure if he's awake or dreaming.]

What... Poland?

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

30 seconds of inactivity was too long for Castiel, and as soon as his vessel is able to move, he sits up, noting the change of environment and clothing.

Testing out his limbs to make sure nothing was harmed (not that he couldn't heal himself), he turns to the other person who woke before him.

"This is not Heaven, Earth or Hell."

ROOM 1-04

[greennotgold]

Those thirty seconds might be the longest thirty seconds of Fletcher's life. Once he's finally able to move, he sits up with a gasp and looks around the strange room.

Not his bedroom, and not anywhere else he's seen before. The other people in the room are unfamiliar, too. He swallows nervously, but doesn't speak up. What if they're upset that he's intruded?

[thisclinchesit]

Thirty seconds in, and Shoutarou can finally move. This results in a flailing, angry crash off the bed and into the the floor. He notices that this is not his detective agency.

"What--OW--Where the hell am I?!"

He's kind of missed the fact that there are others in the room.

Room 1-03 / HALLWAY

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Canada had went through the stages of panic and denial in record time. The paralysis, the room, the note she found once she shoved on her glasses. The dread set in and she pushed the blankets back, stumbling out of bed.

"None of this makes any sense..." She had a moment to spy Norway before she pushed open the door slowly and peered outside with all the caution war had bestowed her with.

ROOM 1-01

[notdusk.livejournal.com]

Where was she? Had she fainted? This wasn't any Pokemon Center she recognized.. In fact, this wasn't any place she recognized period.

After thirty seconds, she sits up with a jolt, panting with cold sweat trickling down her neck.

"H.. Hello?"

ROOM 1-02

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

For thirty seconds Romeo is terrified, unable to move, he doesn't think because he is too scared, it is like a nightmare but he is sure that he is awake. Awake and trapped and unable to move.

Then all of a sudden it is over; Romeo sat up with a bolt and looked around. He is not in his room; his brothers aren't here. He is not alone though he looked over and saw adults. He shrank into the bed he was in a little, wondering where he was and what had happened.

ROOM 1-05

[nightmaresound.livejournal.com]

Ah, how frightening.

For an amount of time Oichi does not recognize, she's stuck. Her muscles are frozen, and she cannot see. She is awake, but not mobile, and the world seems ever so strange; she did not fall asleep here, she is not wearing what she ought to be. Did someone move her? Take her somewhere else? There is a panic in her, something sharp and painful.

It passes though, as all things do, and Oichi sits up slowly. The first thing she notices besides the others there across from her is the strange cloth clinging to her body. She tugs at that and looks around more, folding her legs beside her. All of this room is alien to her. So completely foreign; the mere construction of the walls is something she is not used to.

The scariness of it passes after a moment of her looking around, whipping her head back and forth, and soon it becomes okay. It's odd, but it's okay.

"... oh, my..." She murmurs, sliding off of the bed. Oichi is eerily calm and unaware of the note.

ROOM 1-08

[legomyskane.livejournal.com]

Denmark might not be the quickest to catch on to anything -- sleep paralysis? he hardly noticed -- but he does know this isn't his home and now he's making a racket, trying to figure out where he is. And more importantly, where his family is.

"Nor! Nor! Where are ya?" God forbid he actually notice the other poor soul in the room.

Hallway

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

"F'n? Est?"

A woman with long blond hair and a really scary expression (worried, confused and agitated, this cannot end in a remotely nice expression) walks up and down the hallway, shouting her territories' names every once in a while.

"Reet'? T'no?"

If you come across her, she'll stop you and ask you about the other two's whereabouts.

ROOM 1-07

[diamondcross.livejournal.com]

One. Two. Three. Four.

Homura counts the seconds, willing her body to move. She distantly knows what this is-- sleep paralysis-- as she's felt it before, but it's agonizing all the same.

Five. Six. Seven. Eight.

The time ticks by so slowly, and her nerve endings scream out and her legs remain locked in place and then suddenly it's gone, it's okay, she can move. And the first thing that registers is the fact that she did not fall asleep here. She is not where she ought to be. She fell asleep in her own bed late last night, in her house.

How did she get here? Her legs swing off of the bed, and she is alone in this room. There's a paper on her bedside table, and she examines that before anything else; her first thought is that she's been kidnapped, but by who? And the note does not answer this, but it does confirm that she's been kidnapped. Something about the world being destroyed, but she doesn't believe that for a moment-- it seems a tactic to get her to be compliant. But it won't work on her.

Frustration builds up so keenly inside of her. Yet another obstacle has been added to the pile of things she has to overcome. But she crushes that down; she cannot let anything get the better of her, not even this. She tosses the paper down and looks to the others in the room, but quickly heading for the door.

Room 1-09

[tomatatas]

Romana's first few moments had been filled with panic, from waking up in a bed that wasn't hers, to being completely unable to move for all that time. As soon as she could move she wa sout of bed, eyes wide and breathing panicked as she looked around the dorm, only just registering the other person in the room.

"... Hello?"

FLOOR FOUR

[animusmods]

/claims floor for Canada--Imean

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Canada pressed her hands to the glass, biting her lip as she strained to make out landmarks through the smog...Or is it clouds. How high up are they in this place? It seems like a tower or a skyscraper. Trapped in a tower, huh? Like the fairytale.

"Let down your hair?" She laughed a bit bitterly before she moved away from the glass. Seeing the world around was useless when it was all featureless.

[cantgetlaidin.livejournal.com]

Germany eventually made it to the fourth floor, but he sighed when he was met with only thick smog and grey clouds through the glass.

He had changed into the clothes he had found in the trunk at the foot of the bed he had woken in, but he hadn't spared another moment to style his hair into it's usual harsh style. He ran his hand through it, annoyed by his fringe already.

He squinted out the glass again, taking a closer look. There was no sign of land, and he couldn't tell where in the world he was, and he found he simply couldn't cross borders and return home with the usual ease that nations could. It was odd and jarring, but he had to remain calm and find a solution. He had a war to fight, after all, so he couldn't afford to waste any time.

He stayed there for a long while, trying to come up with a plan and think logically in what was undoubtedly an illogical situation.

[nightmaresound.livejournal.com]

Oichi finds herself wandering from the room she'd awoken in, walking with the smokey hands helping to steady her shaky gait. Her head lolls back as though her neck has snapped and she looks at the ceiling as she moves.

She's carried down the stairs by the hands made of darkness, and eventually to the fourth floor. She gasps at it, rushing quickly and fluidly to press her face and hands to the glass. She sinks to her knees and watches the clouds, eyes wide, transfixed.

And she murmurs to herself, a soft sound just barely audible:

"The tower stands strong and tall, made of tougher things than skin and bone... ice and stone, wood and paper, how lovely it would look, consumed by flames..."

FLOOR THREE

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[breastonia.livejournal.com]

Although not comfortable in this building in the least, Estonia had failed to find anyone familiar and thus moved on to exploring on her own. This turned out to be both good and bad. Good: she found the library, which was surely going to explain some things to her. She refused to believe her home had been destroyed and that was simply the end of it. Bad: she found the library and wouldn't be going anywhere else for a very long while.

If anyone else happens to be around, she'll be that petite young woman with her hair pulled back and a look on her face like she's trying to read everything in here today.

[tomatatas]

After the initial panic Romana had found her trunk, going through her things with a frown before getting dressed - jeans, boots and a top. After tying her hair back she set off, her switchblade tucked in her jeans and her gun held steady in her hands as she slowly explored each level. Anyone who was to come near her got a swift, suspicious look and the gun levelled at their chest, where it would stay unless they were familiar and trusted, or explained themselves.

FLOOR TWO

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[vytis]

"Latvija? Lenkija? This--this really isn't funny!"

If Lithuania sounds more worried than usual--and he does--it's because he's on his way back up the tower. Only five floors, all of which he searched thoroughly except this one, which he'd glanced over and assumed no one would want to linger on. No sign of anyone from Poland-Lithuania, and his bias toward his partner and sister was becoming increasingly obvious.

He ignores the people in the infirmary who seem to be working there--at least after ascertaining that they're decidedly unhelpful in helping him--in favor of his search.

FLOOR ONE

[animusmods]

/claims floor

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Being that it was a tower, Romano had been apparently 'kidnapped' along with several others, and they had places to sleep provided, the Italian nation assumed that there had to be food somewhere. It wasn't quite time for breakfast yet, but he was already hungry.

Luckily, the long trek down a few floors was a fruitful one.

Now in the cafeteria, there seemed to be an assortment of things...er...an assortment of oatmeals and cereals. What a bland breakfast. Whatever, he couldn't well starve could he?

Bowl of cereal acquired.

[greennotgold]

Fletcher has found his way to the first floor, where it looks like he can obtain something to eat. He's not interested in that, though; instead, he'd rather ask the kitchen workers about what's going on, why they're there, what's with this collar he's realized he's wearing. Where his brother is.

They don't answer of course; they just recommend that he eat some oatmeal. So now he's sitting down, staring at the oatmeal in front of himself, trying again not to cry.