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[animusmods]

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 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.

Not on my watch

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

The catsuit was flattering, but Spain would rather wear something more comfortable than what was provided. After a successful attempt at redressing herself with the clothes in her trunk, she stepped out and headed down a few floors to explore.

Instinct somehow led her to where the other man was, and she tilted her head questioningly.

"Ah, hola, señor. I hope I'm not intruding."

O-Oh but it's already claimed

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Just as he was about to bring the spoon of cereal to his mouth, he heard the sweetest voice and looked up, placing the spoon back in the bowl. Lucky for him, for now.

Unfortunately, Romano hadn't discovered that there were things belonging to him in his trunk, as he'd fled the room before exploring it as he should have, so he was still in the... strange suit, and slightly embarrassed for it.

"Oh, ciao, no, you're not intruding, signora. I was just--" He sets the bowl aside, appetite lost for now. Couldn't eat in front of a woman who wasn't also eating. "..uh, exploring. Found this place."

By Spanish tetas you mean.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

The young man was cute, Spain mused, and moves to his side. The stray curl coming out from his head reminds her of a nation she knows, but it's silly to assume that they're the same person, no?

Shaking the thought off, she leans over his shoulder. "What do you have there?" she asked, curious. "Is it food?"

...I-I can claim those too!!!

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Romano was still seated at one of the tables in the mostly empty cafeteria, only now he is quick to stand and recall manners. He only shows these for women. "Si, it's cereal, I think." He waves a hand towards and glances back at the abandoned bowl, emphasizing his words.

There's something, he wouldn't call it 'off', about this woman, though. The air around her is stunningly similar to the times he's been around other nations like himself. If she is a nation, Romano can't quite place which.

The use of Spanish throws him. Spain's not a woman. Maybe she's from South America or something...

On the given chance that she is a nation, Romano decides he'll introduce himself as such. If not, then he'll have possibly made an idiot of himself.

"By the way, you can call me Romano, signora." Which is actually a safe way to not look stupid in front of a human. Romano is a title humans don't connect with his half of Italy right away, so it could look just like a name. Nations would be the only ones to place the name 'Romano' with another nation.

You can't claim her breasts! oAo

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Hold up just a bit. Romano, the use of Italian, the vibe he's giving off. Spain steps back slightly and crosses her arms, trying to make herself seem bigger than the man before her.

He can't be South Italy. Italia Romana is a girl. A woman. This man, no matter how much he feels and looks like a nation, is not her.

Better yet, she met Romana at the upper level before. This must be a trick.

"You are lying," she accuses, green eyes narrowing at him. "Romana is a woman, and you have no right to take her name."

...I can and I will...maybe

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Wait hold every phone in existence. "You've got it wrong, my name is Romano. I wouldn't lie about my own damn name--" His cursing can't be helped, okay.

"I have no reason to--" he frowns, "--to imitate a woman or steal her name."

Romana will throw a fit if Romano did that. >>

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Okay, this is getting crazy.

"Italia Romana is a woman." She steps forward now, poking him in the chest. "I raised her myself, and in all my years she has never had a pene."

...o...oh... NEVERMIND...we can... form an alliance based in the cafeteria...instead.

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Far beyond crazy, this is effectively Twilight Zone stuff.

"Italia-- I'm the only Italia around here." He hasn't seen his brother... which is a whole other worry he'll express later. "A-and... mio dio, if Spain were here he could tell you! I'm not lying to you, singora!" He'll be discreetly covering up his crotch now that she's brought up the subject, damn this skin-tight monstrosity.

The Spanish-Roman empire of Cafeteria?

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

"Don't you talk back to me, chico," she warns him, her gaze brought down to his crotch with his subtle movement. Italian or not, he does have a pretty nice bulge- body, but he should wear something else besides that white bodysuit.

"I am España. Have been, has always been."

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

"..." Romano's mouth closes. He's silent for a while because he really doesn't know what to say. If the woman before him is Spain...

No, Romano. Stop that. He shakes those niggling thoughts from his head and scrutinizes this 'España'. Has Spain really turned into a woman?

"I... have no idea what's going on!" Is it the tower? Was this another part of the mystery of their abduction? "I can only tell you that I'm not lying to you, and the Spain I know really is a man. I really am Italy Romano." But this woman, who is undoubtedly another nation (or a very convincing delusional human), seems pretty adamant in her beliefs as well. Is it possible that both are true? What the hell!

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

This is going nowhere. If this imposter keeps denying the fact that he's lying about his nature, Spain is going to have to do something drastic.

"There is only one way to find out."

Before Romano can step back, she reaches up and fingers the curl that has been distracting her (aside from Romano's beautiful body). If he is what he claims to be, the curl will affect him the same way she knows it affects Romana.

[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.

[marvelously]

Not long after Fletcher sits down, Mary Marvel comes flying by, cape and all, holding a tray in both hands. But when she notices Fletcher, she comes to an immediate halt. A sad little boy? This was a crime! So she plasters on a bright smile, and looks down at him.

"Hi! I'm Mary Marvel, would you mind if I joined you?"

[greennotgold]

That girl is flying.

That girl is flying. Fletcher stares at her, jaw dropped in shock, and nods.

[marvelously]

Well she's not going to sit down without him saying yes. That would be rude! Instead, she floats there with a bright smile on her face.

[greennotgold]

Oh, she's waiting for an answer. He closes his mouth, then opens it again to answer. "Um-- um, o-okay..."

He's still staring. He knows it's rude, but she's flying. You can't blame him.

[marvelously]

She sets the tray down on the table, and her feet down on the ground before she takes a seat across from him. She doesn't mind the staring at all, but makes sure not to return the favor.

"And what's your name?" She gives him a polite smile, then spoons some oatmeal into her mouth. She immediately regrets it, and makes a face. Gross, no sugar!

[greennotgold]

"Um... I-I'm Fletcher," he says after blinking several times. "Fletcher Tringham... Were, were you just flying?"

He still hasn't touched his oatmeal. He's been too upset.

[marvelously]

Mary nods immediately at his question, but makes sure to swallow the gross oatmeal before she responds to him.

"I was! It's part of my special super powers."

[greennotgold]

"...super... powers?" He stirs his spoon around in his oatmeal. "What... how do you... Is it alchemy?"

[marvelously]

"Alchemy?" She looks a little surprised, and shakes her head. "No. It's magic!" and she waves her arms around in little mystical swirls to emphasize how magical it is.

[greennotgold]

Fletcher just stares.

Magic. But magic's not real. He's so desperate for all of this to be some kind of trick, a kidnapping posing as "the end of the world", that he doesn't want to just believe that a law as fundamental as "people can't fly" no longer applies.

"...magic's not real," he says, though it's quiet and hesitant.

[marvelously]

"What do you call what I just did then?" Mary's not offended, but she does pout a little.