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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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/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.

[fifty]

America had stopped to check his chest before he started moving around, and so he's in proper clothing--including his bomber jacket, which made him feel a bit more confident even while he explored what he was sure would be a great set for a sci-fi horror flick. Spotting a woman--and then noting she felt like a nation--made him both more and less confident at once.

"Hey, is this your place?"

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Canada however, is not. She feels a bit out of sorts without her layers of clothing to hide behind and nothing to hide her curl under, but she turns to face America with wariness. A nation hmn?

"No...And I assume it's not yours. I don't think we've met."

[fifty]

America grinned in what he hoped was a disarming way, shoving his hands into his jacket. She looked kind of familiar, but he couldn't really place her.

"Yeah, I just woke up here, I dunno who's pulling this, but they really picked the wrong guy to mess with. You really don't know me? I mean, everyone should know me. I'm America! Who're you? Someone in Europe?"

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Her voice goes flat when she speaks next, a look of disbelief and scorn lacing her features. He doesn't even look like America. Not even in the slightest. She gave him points for the jacket though. Maybe one point.

"I'm afraid you're not. I'm Canada."

[fifty]

America cocked an eyebrow and looked the woman over--and became aware that said woman was wearing one of the catsuits, which was not a bad look on her--with as much disbelief as she was giving him.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I know what Canada looks like, and you're not him."

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Canada was sure what would happen next if this was any sort of America. A loud long argument with nothing settled and America scowling or pouting. She cracked a smile at the thought of this guy pouting and shook her head.

"I have been Canada for as long as I remember. And America is more my height, clearly a girl. But obviously one of us is wrong."

[fifty]

America huffed, just short of a proper pout. "I'm definitely America, so it's gotta be you. Maybe you hit your head or something."

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Oh no if he started pouting, she'd start giggling and then he'd pout more. It'd be a vicious cycle. She schooled her expression and sighed softly. Maybe--okay she had no idea herself...

"It--why would I want to remember all of that? It's obvious I'm a nation, yes? I can feel you the same I am sure you can feel me. The burden of proof here is clearly not simply on me."

[fifty]

"Why should I have to prove I'm me?" he said, pouting now. "I dunno why you'd want to pretend to be Caada but I'm definitely America!"

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

"I--why would I want to pretend to be Canada! Why? So I can be ignored and pushed aside--" She snapped her mouth shut on the beginnings of her rant and glared at the floor. It took a moment to press down her frustration before she swung back to the windows.

"Believe what you want. I'm not trying to prove a thing to you."

[fifty]

"Whatever, pretend to be whoever you want to be, just tell me where the door is so I can go beat up whoever owns this and go home."

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

"If I knew, I would go home. To America who knows me and England and France. All of whom are girls."

[thisclinchesit]

A ways down the windows, Shoutarou walks toward the woman after taking a look out the windows. He's gotten changed into what he considers 'proper' clothes since he woke up.

"Hey, Miss - can I speak with you?"

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

She has just enough time to put the sound of steps and the reflection in the glass together. Canada turns back to him, smiling with a reassurance she doesn't feel.

"Yes? If you'd like information, I am as lost as you."

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou stops, then puts his hands on his hips with a sigh. "Well, that answers my question."

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Canada smiled and shrugged.

"There are very few things one could ask. Unfortunately, I don't know very much at all. Just what was on the notes."

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou sighs again. "Same with me."

"What do you make of it all?"

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

"It can't be true. I don't exist without my people."

Her reply was left at that for a moment before Canada added, "And I would have rather my people be saved in my place."

[thisclinchesit]

"Eh? Your people?"

Cue one headscratching man. "What do you mean? You a queen or something?"

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

"No--it's...complicated. I'm sure you won't believe me, so let's just say I represent my country."

She just does so more literally then he is probably imagining.

[thisclinchesit]

"You might be surprised - I've seen some pretty strange things before I wound up here, but sure, we'll go with that..." There's been enough strangeness so far without purposely adding to it.

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

"I doubt you've met someone similar, but that is easiest. It's nice to meet you--oh I'm sorry, I never asked your name."

[thisclinchesit]

Nice job, detective, you didn't introduce yourself! AGAIN.

A slight nod to the lady, along with a small tug to the brim of his hat, and he replies - "Shoutarou Hidari, private detective."

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Canada covered her smile with her hand. She'd never met a detective before and certainly not one who seemed...quite as into the role as this one was. She nodded back, remembering to introduce herself this time at least.

"You may call me Madeline Williams--though...I will probably be referred to as Canada by my friends."

There was no way around it really.