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towerofanimus2013-07-01 05:30 pm
keepscalm) wrote in towerofanimus2013-07-01 05:30 pm
12. when I do count the clock that tells the time
Characters: [OU] England (keepscalm), close CR, and anyone who came from England's network post!
Setting: Room 1-20 and various; put your scenario in the subject line!
Format: Starting action, though I will gladly match! c:
Summary: Zo has given England a gift, and he wants to share it with those who deserve to know.
Warnings: Lots of ugly nation feelings, potentially lots of other ugly feelings too.
scenario A♛ Room 1-20 (closed tocolonial)
[He wakes up with a thickness in his head that has stayed familiar, even despite all the other things that have changed since he arrived here. His nose is congested and there's a persistent tickle in his throat, despite the fact that there's nothing around to even get sick from.
July is finally upon him.
The glasses on the bedside table catch his attention before the notes. Trying not to disturb America with his shifting, he reaches over to grab the spectacles and the papers. He's touched by Zo's sincerity as he reads on; he hadn't expected a response, but he's glad that his gratitude was heard.
He's not sure about the glasses, though. Not that he particularly distrusts Zo, but England isn't certain how a pair of glasses is going to help anything. Still, he puts them on nonetheless.
Not much seems to change until he looks down at America. His stomach lurches unpleasantly at the sight of his tiny charge's soul within his body — not this, not again, he's tired of having this rubbed in his face — but something seems different, even with the gut reaction of rage and disgust at seeing America's soul.
When he tilts his head, leans in a bit closer, England can see that it isn't just one soul, as it has been every other time. It's— hundreds, thousands of souls, and then England realises: America's people.
His people, once upon a time.
They're all still there. America's soul is still— it's still America.
England sets a hand on America's shoulder and shakes him gently. His voice is urgent.] America— America, wake up.
[Maybe it's not real. Maybe it's just more of the glamour, and Zo has just given him an empty comfort. But England has never wanted more badly to see anything in his life.]
scenario B♛ Various (closed to close CR)
[He checks their dorm rooms first — Zelda is closest down from his, and then there's Link at the end, France is up a few floors — and if they're not there, he'll continue on to their usual haunts. The glasses are cradled protectively in his hands; he doesn't want to risk breaking them, and so despite being in a rush, does his best to avoid collisions with anyone.
When he finds one of the people he's looking for, he calls out their name. There's an excitement and urgency in his voice that's uncharacteristic of him even on a good day; it's downright surreal, given his emotional state during the past month.]
scenario C♛ Room 1-20 (open)
[He waits in his dormitory, seated on his bed with the glasses on the nightstand. The notes from Zo are tucked away in the drawer; they're a tad personal, and though England doesn't mind offering the comfort of the glasses, he doesn't really want to have to explain the details of his communication with Zo.
Of course, he can't be sure that these will offer anyone any comfort at all. But they at least deserve to see.]
keepscalm), close CR, and anyone who came from England's network post!Setting: Room 1-20 and various; put your scenario in the subject line!
Format: Starting action, though I will gladly match! c:
Summary: Zo has given England a gift, and he wants to share it with those who deserve to know.
Warnings: Lots of ugly nation feelings, potentially lots of other ugly feelings too.
scenario A♛ Room 1-20 (closed to
colonial)[He wakes up with a thickness in his head that has stayed familiar, even despite all the other things that have changed since he arrived here. His nose is congested and there's a persistent tickle in his throat, despite the fact that there's nothing around to even get sick from.
July is finally upon him.
The glasses on the bedside table catch his attention before the notes. Trying not to disturb America with his shifting, he reaches over to grab the spectacles and the papers. He's touched by Zo's sincerity as he reads on; he hadn't expected a response, but he's glad that his gratitude was heard.
He's not sure about the glasses, though. Not that he particularly distrusts Zo, but England isn't certain how a pair of glasses is going to help anything. Still, he puts them on nonetheless.
Not much seems to change until he looks down at America. His stomach lurches unpleasantly at the sight of his tiny charge's soul within his body — not this, not again, he's tired of having this rubbed in his face — but something seems different, even with the gut reaction of rage and disgust at seeing America's soul.
When he tilts his head, leans in a bit closer, England can see that it isn't just one soul, as it has been every other time. It's— hundreds, thousands of souls, and then England realises: America's people.
His people, once upon a time.
They're all still there. America's soul is still— it's still America.
England sets a hand on America's shoulder and shakes him gently. His voice is urgent.] America— America, wake up.
[Maybe it's not real. Maybe it's just more of the glamour, and Zo has just given him an empty comfort. But England has never wanted more badly to see anything in his life.]
scenario B♛ Various (closed to close CR)
[He checks their dorm rooms first — Zelda is closest down from his, and then there's Link at the end, France is up a few floors — and if they're not there, he'll continue on to their usual haunts. The glasses are cradled protectively in his hands; he doesn't want to risk breaking them, and so despite being in a rush, does his best to avoid collisions with anyone.
When he finds one of the people he's looking for, he calls out their name. There's an excitement and urgency in his voice that's uncharacteristic of him even on a good day; it's downright surreal, given his emotional state during the past month.]
scenario C♛ Room 1-20 (open)
[He waits in his dormitory, seated on his bed with the glasses on the nightstand. The notes from Zo are tucked away in the drawer; they're a tad personal, and though England doesn't mind offering the comfort of the glasses, he doesn't really want to have to explain the details of his communication with Zo.
Of course, he can't be sure that these will offer anyone any comfort at all. But they at least deserve to see.]
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There was an anonymous posting on the terminals directing those with concern about their souls to this room.
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[He moves to the nightstand, where the glasses rest. Gingerly, he lifts them off the flat surface and unfolds the arms. He holds the spectacles out, arms first, to Legolas.] ...if you put these on and look down at yourself, you'll be able to see your soul. In its true state.
I recommend not looking at me. Apparently it can be a tad overwhelming if we're not-- the same. [He doesn't much feel like explaining the Nation Thing at the moment; his guest is the priority here.]
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I will take care not to.
[He slips them on after a moment more before looking at himself...
And staring numbly.
It's him. As he's supposed to look, entirely himself. His own hands and body if he were in the Halls of Mandos.
He almost looks up to England but remembers, almost at the last moment, to slip the glasses off to carefully hand back to him.]
How..?
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I can't be sure how they work. [That said, he returns his gaze to Legolas and extends his hand to gingerly reclaim the glasses.] They were explained to me with the phrase "glamour scrub", but I'm sure that's not wholly helpful to those of us not graced with the knowledge of the administrators.
[His statement picks up a bit of sarcasm at the tail end, particularly around the word "graced". Though he can't blame Zo for not explaining it more thoroughly. Kids, even strange ones like him, aren't really known for being thorough.]