01; intro of another nation [open]

[ladygreensleeves]

Characters: England and you.
Setting: Dorm room 2-15, the hallways and the cafeteria.
Format: Starting in brackets, but can do either.
Summary: A new arrival into the tower; this female England is none too happy to be here.
Warnings: None right now. The fairy will most likely only be able to be seen by those who believe in fairies and the supernatural; otherwise there'll appear to be nothing there.


>> Dorm room 2-15
[Waking up in a place she doesn't know is not exactly an uncommon occurrence for England. She is, after all, not one for taking it easy when it comes to alcohol. Except this time she has no recollection of consuming any alcohol recently at all, and nor does she feel the usual pulsing headache that comes with waking up after a night drinking. By all accounts, she's sure she'd gone to bed relatively early last night and been drinking nothing but tea beforehand.

After the paralysis has worn off and she can sit up, confused and growing afraid, wary, England finds the letters by her bedside. She doesn't say anything, only stares at them both in some disbelief for a few minutes. This must be somebody's idea of a joke, surely. America? Or France? Yes, it was probably one of their doing.

It doesn't take long before she's looking through her trunk. The fairy that had been trying to escape it immediately flies out and lands on England's shoulder. The creature surprises her, not because she doesn't know him - indeed, she has known him since she was very small and is not too bewildered by all this to give him a small smile in greeting. No, he surprises her because there are not many who would be able to pry him into this trunk. It would be impossible for America... and difficult for France to get a hold of the small creature; the fairy hates France almost as much as she does.

England frowns. Well. All right. Difficult, but not impossible.]

>> Hallways
[After changing into something more comfortable and slipping her wand into a pocket, England marches through the hallways, muttering under her breath to the fairy that flies beside her; the creature appears not quite so irritated as England now he is no longer shut in a trunk.

England is obviously searching for someone, someone she knows, someone who must be responsible for this prank.]

France? France! I bet this is your doing, isn't it? Hilarious, indeed. But you aren't fooling me for a second. Wh-Where are you?

[She stops for a moment, growing more and more uneasy, hit now by the scale of the place, the feeling that there's more to it than meets the eye.]

...Where are we?

>> Cafeteria
[Eventually England has wandered down enough of the stairs, looking for some way out of here, to come across the cafeteria. She hesitates, but she is awfully hungry.

She actually has no qualms with eating the oatmeal. However, not before she has had some tea first.

But after being violently ill in the rubbish bin not much later, England sincerely regrets that decision. Perhaps the tea could wait.]

Comments

Hallways

[alephbet]

You're in the Tower of Animus.

[Aleph gives the fairy a nod - they usually like being acknowledged even when with their summoner - before turning his attention more fully to England.]

I don't think France has anything to do with it. If they're here they're probably a captive, too.

Re: Hallways

[ladygreensleeves]

Captive...?

[England eyes the other uneasily while the fairy only scowls, hiding behind her.]

So, I've been kidnapped?

[It at least makes more sense than the world being destroyed. That she refuses to accept.]

[alephbet]

Basically. There aren't any known exits from this tower, and the people in charge like to perform... experiments.

[ladygreensleeves]

...Experiments?

[England stares, not sure whether she wants to know. She shakes her head.]

Well, how many people are there here? There must be some way out!

[Hallways]

[faithstaynight]

[England's call doesn't remain ignored for long. Another girl is quickly approaching, a look of surprise and... hope?.. clear on her face.]

Ah, pardon me, I couldn't help but overhear you, but... you know of France?

[She prefers to call Francis and Francisca by their real names, but... she's not sure which one this girl knows. Best not confuse her even more.]

[ladygreensleeves]

[England nods, quickly striding toward the girl.]

I do, yes. Have you seen her? I think she brought me here as some idea of a joke.

[faithstaynight]

[Ah. Well that cleared things up quickly.]

I have not seen Francisca for some time. She was a captive here, just as you and I are now, but... [A pained look crosses the girl's face, and her gaze quickly drops to the ground.] She disappeared not long ago.

[ladygreensleeves]

Captive?

[England stares as this news washes over her. Finding out she's been kidnapped is one thing, but the idea of France being... gone is difficult to accept.]

That... That can't be right. I just recently spoke to her.

Cafeteria

[technologic]

[April spots England throwing up in the bin and immediately goes over to check on her, frowning faintly.]

Lemme guess, you had something other than oatmeal first? [And her accent might sound familiar, since April is an English person.]

[ladygreensleeves]

[England manages to lift her head up, wiping her mouth and looking more embarrassed than ill. When she hears the accent though, England gives the woman a small smile.]

Yes, well. There's something wrong if I'm not even able to have a cup of tea when I want one.

[Her smile falls into a frown.]

[technologic]

[April gives her a smile back, though it only lasts for a second.]

It's how it works here, sadly. Gotta have the oatmeal first, or else you throw up anything else you try to have. But you can at least put something on the oatmeal so that it doesn't taste too bad.

[ladygreensleeves]

Ridiculous. I was planning on eating that stuff afterwards.

[Her breakfast routine has always consisted of tea first. It's a difficult habit to break.]

hallways

[hellburner]

What're you doing, yelling for an entire country? [Rider crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow.] How many people do you think can fit in this little slice of hell?

[ladygreensleeves]

[England sighs, frowning.]

I was yelling for a person. The person I believe brought me here. Because she thinks humiliating me is so hilarious, I presume.

[hellburner]

What kind of miserable fool gets named after France?

[ladygreensleeves]

[This gets a snort of amusement from the Englishwoman; insults involving France, however unintended, usually do.]

The country of France does, unfortunate for her. She... is the nation, represents it and such. As I do England.

[England flaps a hand dismissively.]

hallways

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer raises an eyebrow at the screaming girl.]

...Oy, I think if this Francis guy was here, he'd hear you and come out already.

[Francis--that had to be the name, right? She wouldn't be calling for an entire country. But then again there was a kid named America.]

[A mischievous grin appears on his face.]

...Because there's no way any man in his right mind can remain hiding when a woman this beautiful is calling for him.

[ladygreensleeves]

Francis?

[England shakes her head, presuming he must be mistaken. Her France is not named Francis. Close, but no.]

I was yelling for France, the nation. She must be here somewhere. I can't imagine who else could have done this.

[England chooses to blatantly ignore that compliment, though even in the ridiculous situation she's been put in, the blush is clear on her face.]

[puppy_lancer]

...The entire country?

[Then again, why not? Ireland itself was a goddess in the Celtic pantheon. Maybe France had some sort of Goddess too?]

Nah, I don't think it's her. You're in Animus and the one who zapped you here was a kid named Zo.

cafeteria;

[blackwitch]

[ At least this girl - in her school uniform rather than her witch outfit - doesn't seem very fazed by someone throwing up right in front of her. If anything, she almost seems a little curious or amused by how she's standing next to the bin. ]

Having a problem..?

Re: cafeteria;

[ladygreensleeves]

[Embarrassed, England looks up, wiping her mouth and trying to regain her composure.]

I believe they poisoned the tea.

[blackwitch]

Kyahaha! Isn't that your first lesson then? [ You seem a little too excited about this, Evatrice.. ]

You can't trust anything here that easily..!

Hallways

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Sir Lancelot has been making his way around the Tower for many hours now, searching for his Master without overmuch success. He has seen much. But the sight of the obviously distraught young lady and her-- faery, for it is a faery-- are an unanticipated sight.
He comes to stand before her, his sword drawn but its point lowered.]

Wherefore do you call for France, lady? I am lately arrived here, but if there is some help I may offer, tell me of it, and I will serve you.

[ladygreensleeves]

[England blinks up at him. This is quite a surprise to her as well.]

Oh... well, I think France-- I believe she must have put me here... some sort of joke of hers.

(apologies for the lag-- RL business!)

[chevalier_mal_fet]

This earns a raised eyebrow from Lancelot-- and a pause as he finds himself momentarily distracted by the fairy fluttering around the odd young woman.]

I fear I do not understand why a kingdom such a France would play such a joke, even if it were able. Though such a thing would be entirely out of keeping with the general character of the French-- brave and honorable as they are, they do indulge their whims freely.

[The Knight all in black armor bows his head deeply.]
I am Sir Lancelot, Knight of the Lake.
Is your fae companion [He gestures politely in the direction of the faerie.] of no help to you, here? I am lately come to this place myself, but what knowledge I have, I will share with you.