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Network Prompts
ONE: IT WON'T BE LONG NOW... Well, you made a mistake. You spent too long searching around, or you ran outside near the end of the day for just one more thing, and now you've been locked out. You can search around all you want, but the best shelter you can hope for is pressing against the side of a sealed up building. You do still have your tablet, though. Maybe someone on the network can give you some advice, or at least some comfort while you wait for hypothermia to set in.
TWO: CABIN FEVER Maybe you didn't want that mistake of getting caught outside to happen again, but now you've ended up staying too long in one location, and cabin fever has set in. Maybe you're taking to the network to try and ignore the hallucinations. Maybe you want to tell everyone that you've figured out they're all in on your kidnapping. Maybe you ended up wandering off and now you'd really like to know if anyone can check back in the place you were at for your pants.
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THREE: AN UNEXPECTED MEETING You're going about your business searching what seems like it might be an especially promising house--it's fully intact and there's even a working fireplace with some wood! It looks like someone else has the same idea, though, and you've run into them in the middle of your search. Do you share the potential wealth or try to kick them out? On the other hand, maybe you know who this is, or maybe you're just glad to actually see another person for the first time in ages.
FOUR: GOOD MORGUE-NING You've just woken up in a morgue after dying in one unfortunate way or another. You have no idea where you are beyond that, but your tablet is insisting you can't stay here, so you should probably get out of here pretty quickly. Of course, bringing people back from the dead isn't a perfect science, so you're missing something important to you. Maybe you've lost your voice, maybe you can't remember where you're from, maybe you can't remember where you are right now. It looks like someone else is nearby, though. Maybe they can help you out?
[This place really isn't much different from home. Cold, isolated, and lonely, though this cabin doesn't even have the luxury of a small TV to keep Russia occupied. No vodka, either. Perhaps that's why he's beginning to see things out of the corners of his eyes: great ghastly faces pressing up against the small square windows, pits of black tar where before there'd been nothing but floorboards. Even through his coat, designed specifically for this kind of weather, he can feel the sting of the cold setting in. He wishes he had something to warm up his insides.
He's smiling when he logs onto his tablet.]
To those of you who are so interested in making faces at my window,
Please come in! It is not very warm, but we will be able to pass some time together. It is much easier to endure the cold when you are surrounded by friends!
Unless you are the reason I cannot find my way home easily. If that is the case, I will be happy to crush your head under my foot for causing me such trouble.
I look forward to meeting with all of you! )))
Love, Russia
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[Russia is not a stranger to freezing to death, but he'd not done it in a very long time. It was as unpleasant as he remembered. Waking up in a morgue isn't that odd, either, and he looks surprisingly content when he rises from his slab and opens and closes his hands to work some feeling back into his fingers. He's happy to see that he isn't alone, so he waves at the morgue's other occupant, and tries to give them a friendly greeting.
His lips move, but no sound comes out of his mouth. His face goes from cheery to confused in an instant, and he looks down as if trying to see his own throat, raising one hand to touch his Adam's apple. He mouths "What," but it's quiet as if he's a character in a silent movie.
[If there's the implication of an insult in that message, Russia ignores it.]
Perhaps because they are realizing what wonderful company I am. Or otherwise because it is very cold. However, when I open my door to let them in, there is nobody there! Maybe they are shy.
I bet you're scaring them off but they keep coming back cuz they're really cold. [It's definitely not the wonderful company thing.] What do they look like?
They have long faces with wide-open mouths, and they do not seem to have any eyes. Oh, that could be why they have not yet come in! They must not be able to see me.
[The fact that this all seems completely normal to him is just a testament to how much stranger everything is inside his cabin. Wood isn't supposed to melt, and yet that's exactly what his walls seem to be doing. It's a bigger problem to worry about than some strange-looking people.]
I imagine whoever guided me here would have some idea. At first I had thought I wandered somewhere on my own, [While drunk.] but the longer I am thinking about it, the less sure I am of that.
[ Lexa approves of crushing whoever brought them here, and the pleasant attitude combined with the strength of the threat catch the former Commander's attention.
Texting doesn't come easy to her, but she's worked out how to film herself. She doesn't smile, face neutral, a little imperious, maybe to offset the fact that she's just a girl behind the black-smeared eyes. ]
You may have to open the door for them. After a certain hour, it becomes difficult to get inside.
[It's pleasant to see a face that doesn't look distorted, and Russia isn't rude, so he switches on his own video function. In stark contrast to Lexa's face, he's smiling, his round cheeks pink from the cold.]
Oh, but I have tried that! They are always gone by the time I get to the door, so I am figuring they must be the shy types. That is why I sent out my message!
[ Short and sweet. She doesn't mean to challenge his logic, but it's hard to imagine people finding something to hide behind. Did they duck down and pull a white blanket over their head? ]
If I knew that, I would go outside and drag them in.
[Most of his bulk is covered by the coat he was lucky enough to arrive in, but he's broad in the shoulders. He definitely looks like the kind of guy that could physically drag other people around.
He's still smiling.]
It seems they vanish. It would be amusing, were it not so cold.
I make a weird face when I see you too, so it's to be expected!
The doors are locked, so even if their heads were messed up and they wanted to come in they couldn't.
And cut it out with threats like that, because I'll say them better every time! 'I'll dig my boot into your head until you cry for mercy' and things like that come easily to me, but I won't teach you no matter how hard you beg!
My eyes will hurt if I meet with you, so just stay locked in that cabin.
[Gilbert glared down at his tablet, his eyes aching as it's light dimmed and robbed the small hut he'd holed up in of it's only light source.
When he'd arrived here, the nation's biggest complaint had been the lack of cigarettes. Since he was an expert at cool things like going without food, freezing in iced over tundras and wandering around by himself, Prussia hadn't found himself incredibly distressed by the situation. How he'd arrived was a mystery, and while Gilbert initially brushed it off as the morning after a drunken mistake, he'd quickly forgotten the question all together.
Even though starving to death was awesome when he did it, Prussia had grown nothing but weary of the cycle. So he threw himself into the survival game with just as much reckless self-assured vigor as he'd ignored it initially. Doing so had awarded him a feeble supply of food and shelter.
But still no cigarettes. Or beer! What kind of place was this!?
The nation had taken to shouting his grievances at the sky, rather than making them known on the network. Sometimes he'd even mutter them to himself as he walked, giving the snow a squinted glare as if it was somehow personally responsible for this mess.
Finding the small hut of shelter had Prussia's chapped lips spreading into a smirk, but an obnoxiously loud (as if the sound was trying to match his voice) growl from his stomach stifled the nation's celebration.
He headed inside, foodless and too cold to shiver. Seeing Russia's post on the network was the final straw. Typically he avoided that guy, but he wanted to yell at someone, damn it - and the sky deserved abuse far less than Ivan.
There was no direction to his conversation, of course, or if there had been then Gilbert had either since forgotten or didn't care to make it evident. Likely both. As the Prussian ran a numb finger over his screen he simply basked in the feeling of talking down to someone.]
You make great many promises, don't you? I have yet to see you in a place where you could make a person beg, so I am smiling very much trying to imagine it. Thank you for making me laugh!
If your eyes hurt, I will happily take them out for you. Then we can stay together, and I will keep you warm! I have quite missed our time spent together.
[Whenever she finished eating in whatever house she'd found to rest in while she moved about, Yotsuba tried to check her weird device, both so that she could read the messages and so that she could get used to it, since..she'd never seen or handled something like this before.
Thankfully, she knew enough to make text messages, so when she saw the one from Russia, not knowing that that was a country, she typed one back, puzzled.]
Yotusba's not making faces at your window, and I dunno how we got here, but if you wanna play, Yotsuba will play with you! Where are you? And are you a good person?
[Normally, Yotusba would have hopped up and tried to search for this guy's cabin, but since she didn't know if they were a good person, she stayed put and typed out a reply, hoping that they were a good person, since it would be awesome to have someone to play with.]
Like petting doggies or saying sorry when you hurt someone or not being mean on pupose! Things like that!
[Russia refrains from typing for a long moment. By all rights, he's been alive long enough to have seen every shade of gray a person can be. From those who pet dogs but kick children, to those who follow their commanding officer's every order in war, then go off and cry and pray and beg for forgiveness, he's experienced it all.
It's a headache to think about, which is why he doesn't do it often. And Russia's sure he's never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it.]
[Sadly, Yotsuba didn't quite get that people on the whole were mostly shades of grey, since, right now, she just understood that there were good people and bad people, and she should try to avoid the bad ones. She didn't have any other good way of finding out whether a person was good or bad other than asking them either, so even though her method was faulty, she kept replying on it.]
Okay then! Yotsuba will try to find you then! Stand by!
[And with that, Yotsuba would hop up, gather her things together, and head back outside. It took her a good twenty or thirty minutes, but she finally managed to find the cabin this nice window man. However, instead of knocking, she just opened up the door and rushed on in, after closing it behind her.]
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Russia | Axis Powers Hetalia
[This place really isn't much different from home. Cold, isolated, and lonely, though this cabin doesn't even have the luxury of a small TV to keep Russia occupied. No vodka, either. Perhaps that's why he's beginning to see things out of the corners of his eyes: great ghastly faces pressing up against the small square windows, pits of black tar where before there'd been nothing but floorboards. Even through his coat, designed specifically for this kind of weather, he can feel the sting of the cold setting in. He wishes he had something to warm up his insides.
He's smiling when he logs onto his tablet.]
To those of you who are so interested in making faces at my window,
Please come in! It is not very warm, but we will be able to pass some time together. It is much easier to endure the cold when you are surrounded by friends!
Unless you are the reason I cannot find my way home easily. If that is the case, I will be happy to crush your head under my foot for causing me such trouble.
I look forward to meeting with all of you! )))
Love,
Russia
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[Russia is not a stranger to freezing to death, but he'd not done it in a very long time. It was as unpleasant as he remembered. Waking up in a morgue isn't that odd, either, and he looks surprisingly content when he rises from his slab and opens and closes his hands to work some feeling back into his fingers. He's happy to see that he isn't alone, so he waves at the morgue's other occupant, and tries to give them a friendly greeting.
His lips move, but no sound comes out of his mouth. His face goes from cheery to confused in an instant, and he looks down as if trying to see his own throat, raising one hand to touch his Adam's apple. He mouths "What," but it's quiet as if he's a character in a silent movie.
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[He means that in a friendly way or something maybe.]
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Perhaps because they are realizing what wonderful company I am. Or otherwise because it is very cold. However, when I open my door to let them in, there is nobody there! Maybe they are shy.
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They have long faces with wide-open mouths, and they do not seem to have any eyes. Oh, that could be why they have not yet come in! They must not be able to see me.
[The fact that this all seems completely normal to him is just a testament to how much stranger everything is inside his cabin. Wood isn't supposed to melt, and yet that's exactly what his walls seem to be doing. It's a bigger problem to worry about than some strange-looking people.]
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[What a vague and unhelpful response. But he did that on purpose.]
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I am seeing things all of the time. It is natural, is it not?
But what are you seeing? Some more of your ghosts or the fae?
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There's nobody at your window.
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[And neither does England, for that matter.]
I'm just telling you the truth. You won't be finding any new friends in those faces.
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That's stupid. How are we supposed to know why you're here in the first place?
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Texting doesn't come easy to her, but she's worked out how to film herself. She doesn't smile, face neutral, a little imperious, maybe to offset the fact that she's just a girl behind the black-smeared eyes. ]
You may have to open the door for them. After a certain hour, it becomes difficult to get inside.
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Oh, but I have tried that! They are always gone by the time I get to the door, so I am figuring they must be the shy types. That is why I sent out my message!
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[ Short and sweet. She doesn't mean to challenge his logic, but it's hard to imagine people finding something to hide behind. Did they duck down and pull a white blanket over their head? ]
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[Most of his bulk is covered by the coat he was lucky enough to arrive in, but he's broad in the shoulders. He definitely looks like the kind of guy that could physically drag other people around.
He's still smiling.]
It seems they vanish. It would be amusing, were it not so cold.
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The doors are locked, so even if their heads were messed up and they wanted to come in they couldn't.
And cut it out with threats like that, because I'll say them better every time! 'I'll dig my boot into your head until you cry for mercy' and things like that come easily to me, but I won't teach you no matter how hard you beg!
My eyes will hurt if I meet with you, so just stay locked in that cabin.
[Gilbert glared down at his tablet, his eyes aching as it's light dimmed and robbed the small hut he'd holed up in of it's only light source.
When he'd arrived here, the nation's biggest complaint had been the lack of cigarettes. Since he was an expert at cool things like going without food, freezing in iced over tundras and wandering around by himself, Prussia hadn't found himself incredibly distressed by the situation. How he'd arrived was a mystery, and while Gilbert initially brushed it off as the morning after a drunken mistake, he'd quickly forgotten the question all together.
Even though starving to death was awesome when he did it, Prussia had grown nothing but weary of the cycle. So he threw himself into the survival game with just as much reckless self-assured vigor as he'd ignored it initially. Doing so had awarded him a feeble supply of food and shelter.
But still no cigarettes. Or beer! What kind of place was this!?
The nation had taken to shouting his grievances at the sky, rather than making them known on the network. Sometimes he'd even mutter them to himself as he walked, giving the snow a squinted glare as if it was somehow personally responsible for this mess.
Finding the small hut of shelter had Prussia's chapped lips spreading into a smirk, but an obnoxiously loud (as if the sound was trying to match his voice) growl from his stomach stifled the nation's celebration.
He headed inside, foodless and too cold to shiver. Seeing Russia's post on the network was the final straw. Typically he avoided that guy, but he wanted to yell at someone, damn it - and the sky deserved abuse far less than Ivan.
There was no direction to his conversation, of course, or if there had been then Gilbert had either since forgotten or didn't care to make it evident. Likely both. As the Prussian ran a numb finger over his screen he simply basked in the feeling of talking down to someone.]
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If your eyes hurt, I will happily take them out for you. Then we can stay together, and I will keep you warm! I have quite missed our time spent together.
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Thankfully, she knew enough to make text messages, so when she saw the one from Russia, not knowing that that was a country, she typed one back, puzzled.]
Yotusba's not making faces at your window, and I dunno how we got here, but if you wanna play, Yotsuba will play with you! Where are you? And are you a good person?
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[The next reply comes a moment later, after Russia stops himself from thinking too hard about that question right off the bat.]
What do you mean when you ask about a good person?
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Like petting doggies or saying sorry when you hurt someone or not being mean on pupose! Things like that!
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It's a headache to think about, which is why he doesn't do it often. And Russia's sure he's never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it.]
Then da, yes, I am a good person!
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Okay then! Yotsuba will try to find you then! Stand by!
[And with that, Yotsuba would hop up, gather her things together, and head back outside. It took her a good twenty or thirty minutes, but she finally managed to find the cabin this nice window man. However, instead of knocking, she just opened up the door and rushed on in, after closing it behind her.]
Yotsuba's here!~ Where are you, window man?!