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Characters: England and you, hopefully?

Setting: A. Room 1-01 B. Floor 13

Format: I'm starting with action, but I don't mind switching to prose.

Summary: Waking up, not doing a very good job of maintaining that famous stiff upper lip, wandering aimlessly and being too loud in church, just being generally English.

A.

[ Up with a jolt, and she's glancing around, feeling vaguely like she's been punched in the face, trying to gather her wits about her. This isn't Buckingham, nor is it anywhere she recognises in the world, let alone England. An attempt to swallow is foiled by an uncomfortably dry mouth and Rose pulls back a breath, groaning as she sits up. ]

God... What is this? [ A letter. Her fingers brush over the paper atop her torso, pulling the little note up to glance over the writing. Brows pinch and she snarls, throwing her feet over the side of the bed to get up. ] Who's idea of a joke is this? Do you understand what you're doing to the world's politics in taking me here? Does it even occur to you the gravity of this situation might be beyond your comprehensible means?

All right. [ She rises a hand to her head, two fingers pressed to her temples, rubbing gently. ] All right, well, you'll come to regret this, whoever you are. That you will... [ She sighs, rubbing her face with a hand, then peers down. ] Oh God, these are awful. [ Blues flit to the chest at the foot of her bed, and with a quick glance around, she wanders over, curious, opening it up. ] Oh thank Christ. [ Her tongue presses against the inside of her cheek as she bends over and searches through her belongings, withdrawing her usual outfit and changing quickly. She has no fondness for the white gown, (though perhaps she could make something of it? No! She's not going to be staying here long!) but she still folds it, places it atop her things, grabs her broom and closes the trunk. ] Now. Where was I?

Oh yes, finding out who's fault this is. Oooh gracious but they are going to have their ears chewed off when I find them! [ A pause. ] ...unless this is the doing of a much more malicious type of foe... [ She peers down at her broom, then over at the door, steeling her will before gripping her fists. ] Well then, they'll just have to face the wrath of the British Empire. Silly them for underestimating me.

[ Though before she exits the room, Rose peers back at her chest. She did notice quite a few books packed tightly in the chest, so with a wary glance back at the door, she kneels beside it, pulling out a few books. ] Whoever decided to play this joke knows me quite well.... [ Wuthering Heights, War of the Worlds, Pride of Prejudice... ] Probably America or France. [ And then she fingers a rather strange looking black-bound book with gold writing on the cover, pulling it out. It's in arabic, and she instantly recognises what it is, and at the same time, casts aside the idea this aforementioned joker is any of the other countries. Rose frowns. ] And the Necronomicon. [ She switches her focus to the wall beside her, then smirks slightly. ] Well at least it'll be an interesting escape.

B.

[ Just a bit later and she's wandered down far enough to find herself walking down a line of pews, pigtails brushing from shoulder to shoulder as she glances from side to side. It's the first floor that's caught her eye, and she's not quite sure why that is, but the inclination to wander was strong enough to draw her down the aisles. Her feet shuffle to a stop as she whips her head around, sure she's heard something. ]

Hello?

[ And then back the other way. ] Is there anyone here? [ It's eerie enough that it leaves her with an unsettled feeling, but far from frightening enough to actually scare this iron lady. A purse of the lips before she continues to wander forward, brows furrowing as the mumbling continues, growing in volume. She can't seem to see anyone around, which makes her wonder mildly if the area is cursed. But if that was so, she figures there would be some sort of magical aura about the establishment, and all that she's feeling is slightly uncomfortable. ]

[ A few more steps. ]

If there's anyone here, I demand you answer me immediately! [ And a few more until the mumbling is louder, louder, disturbing her own thoughts, interrupting every step with something or the other that she can't quite make out but she knows she can hear and it's very confusing and irritating and then it just-- ]

[ Stops. ]

...hello? [ She's now at the front of the area, staring wildly about the room, turning back to face the stares and to take in the entire setting with a confused glance. No mumbling, and no people. Her fingers curl around her broom, teeth grinding together. ] My patience for this bollocks is wearing very thin.

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[Her time on her world was enough to see why America had seemed down after his own disappearance. It was enough to upset her certainly and she spent the first half hour of her return curled in her bed, covers over her head. As it was, she held Kumalon to her chest in a deathgrip. She didn't want to lose her peices of home.

At least a few items of clothing had been returned to her, though the ominous note that placed her in 'Group B' had dampened even that small triumph. Buried in a sweater that was nearly familiar and a long skirt, she had made her way down the stairs. Oh look more floors. She left those adventures for later. At least it placed her time away as more than one day.

Of course she stopped at this particular floor, as she often did after she had discovered France walking in it one day.

Oh surely this wasn't real. She knew England wasn't here, just that male one. The one she was somewhat uncomfortable around--no she turned around and it was her. In the flesh. The very confused flesh. She rushed in, loneliness making her move faster than strictly expected]

E-England? [She shouted it, remembering what the room did to her voice]

[ The murmurs started up again, the slightest edges of a tone filtering in as she peered about the room once more. This time, the voice was different, the accent was stronger, the voice; familiar. Blues searched around the cathedral as she wandered down the aisle, vision caught along her sides as the other murmurs pitched in again. ]

Who's there then? Who is that?

[ And then her steps pause as she stares just before her, eyes wide. ] Oh Christ. Not you too. [ For a moment, perhaps in a panic, the name of the girl before her slips her mind before she's hurrying over, broom held to her chest, stopping just before Canada. ]

Oh dear girl, they've played this nasty trick on you as well? [ The broom is rested against her torso as a hand reaches out to lightly grip her shoulder. ] Not to worry, Canada, I'll get to the bottom of this before you can say "God save the Queen."

[ A glance behind her as the murmurs start up again. ] But first, um... do you hear that? Or have I just gone completely mad... ?

[Canada's mouth opens to call back, to remind England of her name, to say anything before the illusion disappears. Yet it doesn't. The illusion doesn't go away. It's not some trick of the tower this time and her energy doesn't fade away. It's not a phantom. She feels tears well up in her eyes at the touch but doesn't let them fall. No time for tears now]

For quite some time. I've been here...since June I believe? Though--oh. Yes...this room is sort of creepy in that way--

[She cuts herself off for a moment to calm down. Her voice had started sounding shaky even to herself. Her smile fixed. It was okay. England was here and fine. She pushed every thought of the desolate world to the back of her mind and focused on the here and now]

Perhaps the staircase would be easier to talk in.

[Suzaku wasn't sure why there was a church in this tower, but it was just as creapy as everywhere else, he saw the woman and blinked she spoke] I don't think anyone is there, the mumbling never stops until you get here.

[ As soon as another voice speaks up, clearer than the mumbling but still quiet, she grips her broom and turns her attention to her left. Still clutching the quasi-weapon, she raises a suspicious brow. ]

And you're sure you're not the one who was mumbling? [ Pursed lips and a frown to boot. ] Who are you, and why have I been taken here? I mean, besides what the silly letter said.

[A raised eyebrow at the broom] I am sure, I have heard it before though while passing through here. My name is Kururugi Suzaku and I believe we have been kidnapped, we are in a tower with no obvious escape routs, surrounded by deathly fog.

Well. [ That's a... Very good answer, actually. She just stands there awkwardly for a moment, then loosens her grip on the broom. ] I... I see. But... [ A hand rises to her cheek to rub at it. ]

Do you have any idea of who exactly kidnapped us, sir? I'd like very much to speak with them. [ --oh she's being rude, isn't she? ] Oh! And um, my name is Rose. Rose Elizabeth Victoria Kirkland, or if you would, En-- [ Maaaaaaybe it's better to spare that detail for now. She just shuts her mouth and smiles at him. ]

[Suzaku feels a little bad about springing that on her, but he merely shakes his head.] No miss I don't, though I believe some of those who have been in the tower longer than me have had contact with them.

[Another nod and a smile] Pleased to meet you miss Rose Elizabeth Victoria Kirkland, I am Kururugi Suzaku.

So I see. I suppose I'll have to find the people who've been in the tower longer. Do you know if there's any distinction between them and, well, people like us? I mean, I just got here, so.

The pleasure is all mine, Sir. Kururugi. [ Wow that was sort of hard to pronounce but she will make absolutely sure to remember it! Forgetting names is very rude, after all. ] Oh, and, you can just call me Rose, if you like. So then, have you heard of any escape attempts from the tower? Perhaps any successful ones?

[Suzaku shakes his head] None that I know of, someone from my world has been here four months and I have only been here a month. [He nods politely though he inwardly winces a little over her use of sir, even though he knows she is being polite]

All right miss Rose, you may just call me Suzaku if you like... Kururugi is my family name. [He winces more obviously at the mention of escape attempts] I haven't heard of any sucessful ones. I tried last week. I... failed.

[ Aside from the lounge floor and the cathedral, her room is where Spain finds her peace. She doesn't mind her other two roommates, Kanaya and the young blonde, and she has yet to meet the last occupant of their room.

Up until now.

The familiar shrill voice attracts her attention as she returns to her room. Curious, she quietly walks in, then frowns when she sees who it is. ]

Inglaterra.

--- [ Ooh, that voice. That voice. She knows that voice. The hand holding the black-covered book gently places the book down in her trunk, frown cutting deep into her cheek as she stands and turns around, holding the broom as if she was about to rise and strike with it. ]

I've heard of you pulling some rather awful thing, pathetic acts of desperation for attention. [ With a snarl, she steps forward. ] But this is beyond even you, Spain. You've really outdone yourself this time.

[ Of course, somewhere deep down, Rose knows this isn't Spain's fault. If only because there isn't a perfidious malice about Spain's expression, rather an irritation to her grimace that would insinuate that while she wasn't happy to see Rose, she wasn't expecting her, nor was she here to torture her (anymore than usual.) ]

[ Regardless, she doesn't have time to think rationally, rather she intends only to react, ready to come to blows with the Spanish woman if it comes to that. ]

But I'm not going to play your game today. Let me go now and I'll consider this just an overwhelming statement of your endless immaturity and I won't let it come between us diplomatically.

[ Spain snorts upon the accusation, absently glancing towards her bed. Nothing was different, and she sighed inwardly when she remembered keeping her plush bull into her trunk before she left the room. No use having it out and being mocked by this witch. ]

Obviously this is beyond me, Inglaterra, because I did not do this.

[ She points to her collar, the violet liquid swirling as she moved her neck. ]

Look at this, and touch your own neck. I am a captive as are you. I did not do this.

[ Having stayed in this tower for a few months now, Spain is used to the unreasonable, and she knows England feels what she felt when she first came here; lost and confused, and pretty much wanting to go home. ]

And we cannot return back to our world, no matter how hard we try.

I'm-- [ Ooooh. She's right. As soon as it's brought to her attention, she feels the tightness of the collar, the feel of it against her skin. It occurs to her that she's going to need to take that off later, but for now, she snorts and turns away from Spain, hurrying back over to her trunk, glancing through all of her books. ]

Don't be stupid, Spain. I'll be out of here before the week is out, and maybe if you ask nicely, I'll take you with me. [ Seemingly pleased with a discovery, she pulls out a few books and carries them in her arms over to the bed. Various grimoires from various countries, and one of them has to have a spell that's useful to her. ]

Now, do you know anything more about this tower? Who runs the whole bit, what country has decided to play this joke in such poor taste? I'll have a serious word with Cameron about this when I get back, but for now, any information will aid my cause.

[ Another snide giggle. ] But of course they would have captured you before they captured me. That makes all the sense. [ She pauses, pursing her lips, then glances back at Spain. ]

...what do they intend to do with us, just uem, out of mild curiousity?

Believe me when I say there is no way out. I have tried; my job as window washer almost killed me when I ran away.

[ She shudders at the memory; a strawberry blond boy, fog, and the ground opening up from under them to swallow them whole. She had clawed her way back up, towards her harness, but she couldn't save him. Her hands healed quickly, strange because she had expected her healing process to slow down, which made her wonder if what they said is the truth or simply lies.

She glared at the spiteful comment, moving over to her trunk to take out her Bible. ]

As of now, I don't know what they wish to do with us.

[He had just been looking about the church in the interests of exploring this prison from top to bottom, and he hadn't expected to be addressed so confrontationally.]

Excuse me?

Yes! You there! [ She stomps right up to the surprised blond, intending to give him the aforementioned piece of her mind, but upon approaching him, she notes his... semi-surprised expression and hesitates. And then pauses entirely, lowering her weapon slightly. ]

Uehm.

[ She clears her throat. ]

Well. Are you.... have you been forcefully displaced here as well, sir?

[Blinking at that weapon a little, he nodded a bit dumbly when she questioned him.]

Oh... yes, anyone with a collar on seems to have been imprisoned here without warning.

[ It's really only a broom, but she can hit very hard with it if she needs to! ~~She also seems to be of the opinion she can use it to fly, but that never works very well.~~ ]

A-- [ A hand shoots up to her neck. Oh Christ, how had she not realised... ? She swallows thickly, then furrows her brows with a pout. ] Imprisoned. Well why are we imprisoned? I read some rubbish about our planets and homes being destroyed, but that, sir, cannot be the case.

[ Stubbornly. ] As if it was, I would cease to exist.

[It's a vicious enough weapon in Cain's book, he doesn't want to be on the business end of the broom.

This is the second person who has determined they would cease to exist if their world did; just like Spain, he is highly sceptical.]

What makes you say that?

[Ivan couldn't hear the girl call out from outside the room. After all there was some sound-proof-ness to the area, the odd sort of hearing impairments caused by the strange church. He could however see her when he walked into the area, heels clicking on the ground. His eyes shifted to her, gave a small smile, before he moved to sit in one of the pews, liking the quiet, despite the odd whispering sounds coming from everywhere, and nowhere at all, and it was the sort of room that he deemed at least partially safe. He didn't, however, expect company, but surely they would leave soon enough, right?]

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A! ALSO, HELLO ROOMIE.

HIYA we're going to have the (worst) best of times!

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