towerofanimus

Characters: CANADA...and you.
Setting: ALL OVER THE TOWER
Format: Action to start, reply as you like
Summary: DRESSED--and bear disappears
Warnings: Nothing?

[[ooc: I am from mayfield-land, I like options]]

A: DORMITORY LEVEL

[Canada has dressed herself in something that is not a skintight catsuit, though her clothes are hopelessly covered with bits of white fur. She's still picking it off as she walks out of Room 1-03]

Kumalila if you had to lay on my things, couldn't you have tried not to shed on them? They're the only set I have...O-Oh tabernac, I'll have to wear that suit again when I wash these--

Kumarika? [spins in a slow circle, dismayed] Oh where did she go now...

B: LIBRARY LEVEL

[A small trail of destruction is leading Canada through the stacks and she doesn't even have time to spy what the titles are of the books Kumariie has knocked from the shelves. Well she assumes it is Kumaria because who else would spend their time knocking books off the shelves? No one that is who. Maybe Sealand. When she's bored.

Either way, the trail is leading her in such a convoluted route that she is sure she will get lost in books and never bee seen again]

C: CAFETERIA LEVEL

[Oh...Oh there she is of course. Food. Food that Canada should probably eat if the rumbling of her stomach is any indication. She slumps down in a chair beside Kumaru and closes her eyes]

I did not need this workout Kumari. Honestly.

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[The bear must have a lot of nicknames. . . he holds Poffertje carefully, too. He wasn't a big rabbit; he fit nicely in Holland's larger hands.]

Then this is good.

[scoots a tiny bit closer so she doesnt hurt her back leaning] You got used to the idea rather fast. I had to argue with America.

Hmm.

[this is cozy. He smooths down Poffertje's ears.]

It would be strange for somebody to claim they were a nation without having a reason for it.

I can't imagine one would want to claim to me--hee he looks cute like that. Small fluffy things could control the world being that cute.

It's a very long time to be alive.

[He does sound a little tired, saying that.]

[Her face falls a little and she goes quiet, petting the bunny absently] It is. How long do you think it's been for you?

I think I forgot to keep track after 1000. . .

[It's not true; he knows but saying it is tedious to him.]

I don't really remember myself. Am I keeping you? [She doesn't quite stop petting the bunny but her hand stills on its head] You seem a little tired.

It's fine. You seem to be taking things in stride too.

The situation or your sudden masculinity? [Tiny smile] It does no good to get upset over either. I have to wait for my captors to show their face and in the meantime I can get to know people I thought I already knew. America, he wanted to go looking for them but I've been up and down this tower already.

There's nothing but the tower?

[He just came straight here from his room, so. . .]

Nothing. It is just a tower. There is floor full of windows that looks out into fog...I can't make out a thing. And there doesn't appear to be an entrance or exit. It's as if this place really is a dungeon.

[He sighs, petting the rabbit some more. It helps him as much as the rabbit likes it. How did this happen.]

. . . did you see the letters?

...There was more than one? I only read the one that claimed our world was destroyed. Though we can't be here if our people were destroyed, right?

[She settles back, pulling her hands back when he starts petting] Whoever did this has a large amount of power if they can pull from two universes...or more.

That's what I thought too, but at the same time, not feeling anybody. . .

[He's quiet for a moment.]

I don't know what to make of it.

Neither do I...

I wonder who else is here.

I don't know. I know I'm not very knowledgeable and hardly any help. The whole place is a mystery.

[It's quiet again; she's Canada, but it's not exactly like being with her male counterpart. Still, he's comfortable.]

So what's your room?

1-03. You? [She picks up Kuma now and buries her face in her fur, seemingly content to stay there]

1-04.

[This is convenient.]

Right next door then! That's nice, not even a walk.

Could just tap right on the wall. . .

If you wanted to I suppose.

[What a dumb thing to say. . . he clears his throat a little.]

So it's America and Germany . . . and you. . . Spanje too, I saw him.

. . . we have to share a room. . .

[Even girl Canada must know the significance of this; he looks at her in some exasperation.]

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