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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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[thisclinchesit]

Oh, hey, Shoutarou should probably introduce himself.

He puts a hand out for a handshake. "I'm Shoutarou Hidari."

[greennotgold]

That's a weird name. Fletcher doesn't care right now, though; he eyes Shoutarou's hand, and shakes it weakly. "My name's Fletcher Tringham. It--it's nice to meet you. Mr. Hidari."

[thisclinchesit]

"Likewise, though I wish it was under better circumstance--"

Shoutarou is cut off by a thumping noise coming from the trunk at the end of his bed. He turns around, watching the thing for a moment before holding up a hand toward Fletcher to signal him to stay there while he creeps toward the trunk...

[greennotgold]

The thumping sound makes Fletcher jump. Could this situation possibly get any worse? He backs up, though there's not really anywhere for him to go at this point, and just watches as Shoutarou moves.

His hands instinctively go for where his pockets should be, but he doesn't have any in this weird suit. No chalk, nothing he can draw with to protect himself if something dangerous appears.

[thisclinchesit]

As Shoutarou gets closer to the trunk, the top swings open!

...and out flies Shoutarou's little bat-camera-robot. Shoutarou ungracefully moves back when the chest opens, but he facepalms a good bit once he realizes what came out.

Said bat flies over to Shoutarou and lands on his shoulder, while a few more noises come from the trunk. Moving over there, he peeks in and hey! Here's a bunch of his stuff.

[greennotgold]

"Ack!" Fletcher flinches backward when the... thing... flies out of the trunk, but it looks like Shoutarou is okay with it...

He edges forward slightly, since it seems like it's safe. "Um-- wh-what's in there? What is that thing?" He gestures to the robot.

[thisclinchesit]

The bat hops to turn around and look at Fletcher, while Shoutarou pulls out a fedora from the trunk. A robot frog, a little bigger than the bat hops out, while noises that would indicate more critters are inside can be heard.

"It's...a lot of my stuff." Shoutarou answers, looking at the trunk's contents with a bit of confusion. These four are here, but his phone isn't? Strange. There's normal clothes, though, so that's a plus.

Looking back at Fletcher, Shoutarou pulls the bat from his shoulder, and removes its memory. It folds up, looking more like a camera now. "This--well, these are tools I use for my work."

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

'Awake' was such a relative term for Holland; sure, his eyes might be slightly open but it usually took him a few minutes to wake up properly; in the dark, he wasn't really aware of being in a different place yet, and he hadn't noticed not being able to move because he hadn't actually tried to move.

But the voices were unexpected, and just as quick he realizes he's not at home.

Cautious and defensive by nature he simply lies there and listens, not saying anything right away.

. . . what the hell was he wearing? He definitely remembered going to bed in his favorite pajamas.

[greennotgold]

Since the other two men in the room don't seem to be awake (that Fletcher can tell, anyway), he keeps his focus on Shoutarou and the weird little robots. He moves closer.

"They're yours? Why're they in there?" He peers into the trunk -- clothes, and some hats too? Wait, so would that mean...

He turns to the trunk at the foot of his bed and pulls it open, revealing his own clothing, some notebooks... huh. "They brought our stuff with us?"

[thisclinchesit]

"I haven't a clue why, but I'm glad they did," Shoutarou says as he rounds up the robots and removes their Memories, reverting them into tool forms. He fishes a set of clothes out, as well as a hat - which quickly goes on his head, despite not going with the ridiculous outfit he had on.

"I propose we get into our normal clothes and set to seeing just what's going on here."

[koyo]

Spain had always been a heavy sleeper. It took earthquakes to wake the sleeping nation. He rolls over in bed, mumbling nonsensical things every now and then before scratching at his neck in his sleep. As he touches the collar around his neck, his face becomes more troubled and his mumbling becomes more clear, though, in Spanish. You see, Spain is dreaming,

Dreaming that it's the 18th century again, he's on a boat, below deck, and he's captured again. Somewhere in his dream, he can hear that annoying, drunken laugh and it's making him angry. He's in chains and collared again and damn it, England, he'll kill you when he finally gets free. He hears footsteps in his dream and England steps forward, offering the Spaniard some food. English food. This dream is so scary. It's a nightmare. A nightmare, a nightmare, a nightmare. . .

And Spain finally wakes up at the tower, screaming, "¡Pirata! Noooooo!" And he proceeds to fall off his bed.

[greennotgold]

Fletcher nods to Shoutarou, gathering up one of those sets of clothes -- and then jumps, and drops them right back into the trunk when he hears a scream and a thump.

He crouches down, half to pick his clothes back up and half to hide, and looks over.

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

No.

Hell no.

This . . . this was stupid. Immediately it was stupid, because Spain was here shouting about pirates and he didn't know where he was and what the hell was he wearing and why did he have a collar around his neck and this wasn't even his bed. His bed was way more comfortable than this one!

Still, with a quiet groan he rolls over, shoving his head under the pillow and pulling the blankets up all of the way. Suddenly he didn't want to know any of the answers.

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou stands up at the sudden noise, clothes in-hand.

"Pirates?" He looks over at Fletcher, then to Spain. And hey, the person in the other bed is moving around too.

[koyo]

He stops tugging at the collar and stares up at the ceiling from the ground. That isn't his ceiling. No, it's missing his slow turning fan and. . . this isn't his light pouring into the room either. It isn't until he hears someone repeat what he said that Spain realizes he isn't alone.

Scrambling onto his knees, he looks over the bed at the strangers. "Who are you?"

[greennotgold]

"Um-- I'm Fletcher," Fletcher said. He stood back up, holding his clothes again. "S-sorry... we don't know where we are, the letters said-- they said the world was d-destroyed and someone saved us..."

Ugh I keep using the wrong journal pfft

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

. . . the letters said what? Netherlands has only been hearing bits of pieces through the pillow over his head, but the boy's words catch his attention immediately. He sits up, pillow in his lap.

"The world was what . . . what letter, where . . . " He starts looking around.

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou sighs, pushing his hat up a bit. "The kid's right - the letters are on your nightstands," he answers, tipping his head toward the other two men.

"We woke up here in these really strange clothes, and it seems they put a bunch of our stuff in these trunks," he adds, kicking at his trunk lightly for emphasis. "Whoever 'they' are."

[koyo]

"Ah, Holanda! You're here too." Spain exclaims before returning his attention to fletcher and Shoutarou. "What do you mean. . ." He begins and as the information is shared, he leans up to find the letter on his nightstand for the letter.

He reads the letter. It's simple and to the point but it left questions unanswered. He looks up from the letter at the others in the room and then looks back before folding it and placing it down beside him. "Is there anyone else here?" Any of his people? Any of his friends? Anyone?

[greennotgold]

Those two knew each other? Fletcher feels a bit of secondhand relief for them. That would at least make it easier.

"I-I don't know," he says. "We haven't left the room yet, so m-maybe..." Maybe Russel is here. He just hasn't looked yet...

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

"If we only just woke up, how would we know." His tone is irritated as he answers Spain's question too, reading over the letter with his own eyes. He didn't want to believe it but there was something that struck him as easily as if he'd been hit across the face -- he couldn't sense his people, not a single one.

Holland swallows, sitting quiet as he ponders such an odd feeling for a long moment as the others talk. As if needing to hold on to something, he moves to the end of the bed, opening the trunk to see what was there. He saw some familiar clothes, other things (cigarettes god zij dank), but box with holes in the top taking up quite a bit of space grabs his attention.

"Ach!" The sound is sounds somewhere between surprised and completely offended, and he reaches quickly into the trunk to carefully pull out the box and take the lid off. A small furry creature looks up at him; Holland is quickly picking the rabbit up and making sure he's okay, petting him, running his finger between the bunny's ears and making quiet sounds that sound quite like he's comforting the rabbit, which is exactly what he's doing.

Carry on, roomates. He's having a moment.

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou nods when Fletcher speaks again. "Yeah, we don't know yet. For all we know, we could be the only ones, but I hope that's not the case."

The rabbit scene is a bit odd, but Shoutarou shrugs it off, turning to his bed. He tosses his clothes and hat onto it, then promptly starts to fiddle with his jumpsuit. "Now how do I get this damn thing off? I've had less clingy clients..."

[koyo]

"Well!" Spain replies with a smile, looking at Fletcher, "We'll all get dressed and go out and explore, hm? We'll find out what's going on here, don't worry."

The bunny scene might appear odd to some, but to Spain, he only sees how cute it is. "Buhyoo!" He exclaims, gushing over the scene. But everyone seems to be going for their trunks and now he wants to see what's in his. He fiddles with it and looks back at Shoutarou. "Is there a zipper?" He asks. There's a small, ah hah! as he gets his trunk open and. . .

Tomatoes. Everywhere. A few rolling onto the floor. It looks like the trunk is full of them.

[greennotgold]

A rabbit! Why was there a rabbit in that trunk. It's so cute... Fletcher stares for a moment, before starting to wonder how they're all going to change if there's no partitions in the room to hide behind, and then his attention goes to the tomatoes.

Everyone else's trunks are weird.

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

Once Holland was sure that Poffertje was in good shape and wasn't hurt or afraid, he listened to the conversation around him. Spain's trunk seemed as useless as the man himself, but he was glad for his own belongings. Spain, though, had actually made a good suggestion. Besides, Poffertje needed water; his water bottle was in the box but it was empty.

He starts taking his clothes out of the chest.