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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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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.

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

And at one point, a shadow will fall on her and shortly after she will be pulled into a very firm hug.

[breastonia.livejournal.com]

Estonia glances up at the woman hugging her for only a moment before she drops the book she was reading onto the table she was leaning over and turns in Sweden's arms, hugging her back.

"Rootsi, there you are."

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

"I was look'ng fer you."

She'll just hold Estonia for a while, at least one of her two biggest worries soothened. Finland and Estonia are not the only two people that she worries about, but everyone else can either take care of themselves, or has other primary caretakers/souvereigns. And then there is of course the very personal aspect.

[breastonia.livejournal.com]

She allows the hug to continue slightly longer than she deems absolutely necessary before patting Sweden's head affectionately and trying to pull away.

"I believe that's enough hugging, now."

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

It takes her a moment to notice the other female's attempt, and then she lets go of her instantly, worried that she overdid it and inconvenienced her.

"S'rry."

[breastonia.livejournal.com]

"It's all right." After a moment to think about it, Estonia raises herself up on tiptoes to kiss Sweden's forehead. "You haven't seen Tino or my sister, have you?"

As much as she's trying to keep calm and not worry, the notable absence of certain people in this place is disheartening and just a tiny bit frightening. Sweden is on the very short list of people Estonia will let herself be worried in front of.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

A flurry of wingbeats, and Castiel finds himself in the library, properly clothed in his usual suit and trenchcoat attire after discovering the trunk, his Angel Sword sheathed in its usual place. He notices the woman who was reading, quietly walking up to her before he stops a little too close for comfort.

"Hello there."

[breastonia.livejournal.com]

She doesn't quite flinch, but it's a near thing, and she does look over her shoulder at him before pointedly taking one significantly large step away. That was her personal space, thank you, regardless of what country or plane of existence they might have been in.

"Can I help you?" she asks dryly.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

The woman didn't feel like a normal human, so the angel went in straight for the questioning.

"You're not a normal human, but neither are you a demon or a shapeshifter. What are you?"

[breastonia.livejournal.com]

"I'm... currently a Swedish duchy." Estonia tilts her head slightly, as if she's not sure if that's what he was getting at. It's not exactly easy to explain what one is when it was never really explained to her, just always taken as her truth. "Does that answer your question?"

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"A Swedish duchy," Castiel repeated, mirroring her head tilt. "In essence, you are a representation of a landmass."

It was something new to learn, and the angel was ready to take in more information. "It is intriguing to know that such things existed in the world."

[breastonia.livejournal.com]

"Yes. It's fairly common." A pause. What is this thing, anyway? Inquiring minds need to know. "I'm Estonia, by the way. And you are...?"

[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.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Dressed in a simple top and long skirt combo with her knife hidden somewhere on her person, Spain wanders down, wandering into the library.

There she spots Romana, and she breathes a sigh of relief. "Romana, I'm glad you're safe," she says, going over to hug her loosely.

[tomatatas]

Romana's hand jerks at the sudden words, and only just at the last minute does she manage to get control of her self, recognising Spain and her voice. Cursing softly she lowers her gun, frowning at the woman. "Idiota... don't sneak up on me at the moment, okay?"

Nether the less she accepts the hug, returning it with one arm before pulling away. A critical eye is cast over Spain's outfit, "Your skirt is too long, what happens if it snags on something." She only has Spain's best interests at heart, really.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

"I didn't sneak up on you," she replies, breaking into a loving smile. "The sound of my heels must have been muted."

Looking down at her skirt, she laughs and shrugs. "I will be careful, querida. There are not many things that my skirt can be snagged on though, not when I was walking down here."

[tomatatas]

Romana scoffs softly, unwilling to admit that she was just distracted, not paying her surroundings the proper attention. She couldn't, not after all the times she had lectured others on their vigilance.

Rolling her eyes she shakes her head. "Still. Did... were there no pants in your trunk?"

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Shaking her head, Spain steps back and smiles gently. "There were only skirts in my trunk, and a pair of shorts," she explains. "And I really like this skirt."

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

Still in her catsuit, Molly is running around trying to figure out where exactly she is and where her friends are. She stops short right before colliding with the other girl. She notices the gun and back pedals quickly while putting her hands up.

"I didn't do it!"

[tomatatas]

"Cazzo!" A shriek also escapes Romana, the older woman pushing herself back, levelling the gun at Molly. It's only a few seconds before she realises it's a kid but still, she swears softly in Italian, lowering the weapon.

"Careful piccola! This isn't a place to be running through, there are probably dangerous people!"

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

She tilts her head a bit, "I'm not a pickle I'm a girl!" Jeeze, how hard was it to tell them apart? Molly eyes the gun again, she doesn't like it and it makes her feel uncomfortable. At her side she clenches her fist, if need be she figures she could hurt the other girl, hopefully before getting shot.

"I'm not worried about dangerous people," she's too stubborn.

[tomatatas]

Romana can pick up on that accent straight away. That and the butchering and misinterpretation of her beloved language has her crinkling her nose. "Pic-O-La. Not pickle. It means little one, okay."

With a sigh she moves, tucking the gun into the back of the waistband of her jeans, already seeing how the girl was reacting to it. Arms crossed over her chest she looks down - only slightly - at Molly, eyebrow raised. "Oh? And why not? There are many dangerous people in the world, it is foolish to not be worried at times. Especially when you've been kiddnapped by id... people."

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

"Just because pickles are little doesn't mean you can call me one. I'm not that little!"

She watches as the gun goes away and feels slightly better about the situation, "I'm strong and people can't hurt me," she says proudly. What she doesn't say is that guns probably could her, even if she could stop a tanker truck with one foot.