towerofanimus | (no subject)

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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.

Begin

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"When? 1703. Yer with me."

She pauses for a moment, recalling and letting it pass.

"So ya hit your head. It's 1848 now."

"I didn't. It's not." Well, it might very well be, he doesn't know. But he's now just vehemently denying everything he doesn't know to be true because according to this lady, Norway leaves him at some point. Doesn't just leave. Is given to Sweden. And then made independent...

"It's 1703."

Norway's irritation seems to last for a second longer before it disappears.

"If ya want. Just don't call me yours." Denmark can do what he wants, but she doesn't need another sibling trying to stifle her independence.

"I couldn't." He cocks his head slightly to the side. She may remind him of Norway in plenty of ways, but they're obviously not the same. "Yer not my Nor..."

Despite what she should probably feel, she's too focused on herself to care about what he calls his Norway, so she can accept that. She turns to start walking down the hall.

"I'm gonna look around. Ya can follow or not."

It's not his Norway but it is a Norway, so... "Wait, I'm comin' with ya."

She doesn't wait for him, of course, but she doesn't really mind. It's been thirty years since she saw her Denmark, and while she hasn't really missed her, it's slightly comforting to have her family with her--even if they're the wrong gender.

"As long as ya aren't so noisy."

"Don't worry, I'll be good company." He hurries to catch up, then falls into step beside her, slinging an arm around her shoulders.

She elbows him a little, more to just push him away. She didn't like strangers touching her, even if this was supposed to be Denmark.

As they explore, eventually they find themselves on the fourth floor of the tower and Norway quickly moves to a large window, hoping to find something.

"... Tch. Can't see any trees or mountains." This bothers her more than it should; she's not used to being somewhere where she can't see any nature.

The elbowing was ineffective, but he does let go of her eventually, watching as she goes to the window as she looks around, then follows after her. This is worrying, of course, because this doesn't look like anywhere he's ever been. To continue the train of ineffectuality, he rubs his arm against the glass, as if it could possibly be just dirty.

"Maybe if we go down another level?"

"Won't help anything." She's always been pessimistic like this, but the lack of scenery hasn't helped.

Still, she begins walking toward the next level. "Might as well look around anyway."

"... Right." He begins hoping wildly that the next level has clear skies and easily identifiable landmarks just under that mass of fog or whatever it is. Just for her. And, yes, he's sticking close.

And even she might be a little disappointed when they come to the next level and there are no windows.

"Books," she points out the obvious and walks toward them to look them over.

"Help me find information."

He blinks at her, sorry that there are no windows but also confused because what do you expect him to do with books?

"Uhh..." But then Denmark makes himself perk up, for Nor's sake. "Sure, what sorta books do ya need for that, d'ya think?"

"Find somethin' on wherever we are. They gotta have books like that."

She's found nothing useful, though, and after the tenth book on cooking she finds, she gets annoyed and sits on the closest chair she can find, giving up.

"How's it goin' for ya?"

Denmark is still looking through books, not quite sure he'll know what he's looking for if it's hiding, but he's taking them out and flipping through them before dropping them to the ground, anyway.

"Nothin' yet, but I'm not givin' up."

Norway just watches him in boredom. She might go back to the library later on in search of fairy tales or anything to remind her of home, but for now she's done.

"Whaddya think you'll find? A book tellin' us exactly how ta get out?"

"'M lookin' for a map, at least. Maybe a sketch'a this place. You know how sometimes libraries keep things like that."

"Ya plannin' to stay here 'til ya find somethin'?" Though her tone isn't exactly questioning. Considering the size of the library, she already knows the answer; it's just to point it out to him.

He glances at her, frowning a little that she's doubting his resolve. Come on, other Nor, he's trying to be impressive.

"Ya think I should give up on it?"

"If ya wanna stay till ya find somethin', do it. Don't expect me ta stay too, though."

"Why not? Aren't ya gonna help?"

"I've been helpin' ya plenty," with Schleswig at least ~~except not really~~, "Can't ya take care of yourself?"

"We're supposed ta take care of each other, girl Nor."