† 001 [Video: English]

[hullonurse]

[There is some awkward fumbling with the communicator before it finally switches to video to reveal a disgruntled Englishwoman frowning down at it.] What is this even supposed to be? Doesn't look like a radio... [England looks around her, evidently not aware that she's being filmed.] More important is my location...

[The communicator makes some beeping noise or shows a picture or does some other communicator-like thing, shocking England and making her drop it with a quiet scream. England's legs are now visble, along with a bit of Discedo street.] Oh, nevermind! I represent the United Kingdoms of Great Britain and- ... and Ireland and I demand to know what is happening and where I am! Whoever is responsible for this, show yourself!


[England waits, but there is no response.] Oh, Lord. [Turns around on the spot, taking in her surroundings some more... And then slowly approaches one of the walls.] ... "Don't go outside... It's bad for your skin."

Well, at least they're cheerful about it.

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[hullonurse]

[England is oblivious to the unsureness going on for France.]

Oh, God, tell me this isn't anywhere near France.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

If it was near my landmass I would be highly concerned. Unfortunately, we are not even on Earth. If you desire proof of this, wait until nightfall and look into the sky. You will see two moons.

[hullonurse]

Not on Earth? How is that supposed to be possible?

... And what do you mean, your landmass? [France may be a bitch and far too French, but she's still an ally.]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Before I give you a proper answer, I highly suggest finding shelter immediately.

[hullonurse]

[Well, she's heard the phrase "acid rain" twice now and that's enough to worry her and this is her good dress (no, really, it is) so she really is inclined to follow that advice.

But like she's letting this berk tell her what to do.] Give me an answer first.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

I don't think you wish to be exposed to poison for very long, and the answer is not a short one.

[hullonurse]

... Fine. But only because I'm interested in looking inside this church. [Enters it!] Happy now?

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Merci!



I arrived unceremoniously several weeks ago. The word is that a group of scientists with the advanced machinery are transporting people and nations to various cities on this planet--which is named Fortuna.

No, I do not know how it is possible, yes, I am the Republic of France, and no, I am not nor have I ever been a woman.

[hullonurse]

In English, if you please. [Not that she can't understand French perfectly, but she's not going to reply in it.]

[Okay, so... Kidnapped with strange technology. Amazing but the evidence suggests it's true. Another planet is even stranger, but...

However, what?] You are not France.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Never in English.

I am France, mademoiselle. Please speak to Sakura Honda on this matter if you don't believe me, she will tell you!

There are not only different nations from different points in time, but alternate versions as well! You will meet your insufferable brother Arthur Kirkland soon enough.

At least you are somewhat classier than he.

[hullonurse]

Don't bring her into this! That's ridiculous! I don't have a brother named Arthur, sisters are bad enough.[Still upset about Ireland leaving the Union? Never. Not at all. There is no bitterness here.]

[... Alternate universes, could this be any madder? She doesn't remember falling down any rabbit holes.] ... If you're France, prove it.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Ma cherie, have nothing to prove to you. I am the nation of romance, of honor and loyalty and liberty!



If you doubt my love of freedom so much, I will proudly show you otherwise!

1/??

[hullonurse]

You're the nation of fu-

2/4

[hullonurse]

[Wait what what is he doing

shit, it is France]

3/5

[hullonurse]

[No, really that's her first thought.]

4/5

[hullonurse]

[...


Her second thought is "Hmmm, not bad."]

[hullonurse]

[But then she remembers that she is a lady! She screeches and throws the communicator at the wall.]

What are you doing?!

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

I did not mean to upset you, mademoiselle, but you would not have believed me otherwise. I trust it is still an excellent view, no?

Tell me, what year is it for you?

[hullonurse]

... [Waits a moment to go and pick the communicator up again.

Yes, he's still naked.] It's a disgusting view. You're as disgusting as her, I am shocked and horrified by this highly inappropriate display. [She's not hiding her eyes or anything though...]

We've just started 1922, of course. Is that really the issue here? I'm supposed to believe you are France?

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Believe what you like! It changes nothing. Clearly it's not as disgusting as you say if you're still looking. You have more taste than your brother, I am happy to see that!



2011. If you see a blonde German with blue eyes, that is the Allemagne that I know and he is in Discedo as well. His year is 1916, and----And I am not there to distract him from the aggressions of the war!

...

There is something else you should know.

[hullonurse]

I have plenty of taste, which is why I'm not looking. [Huffs and turns away. There's not much to see from this angle anyway.]

[... Wait, but that sounds serious, so she turns back.] Different times as well as everything else? [And a Germany from... Well. It's not the Germany she knows, at least, so she doesn't have to feel sorry for him but... Oh dear.] Where are you then?

... What else?

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Spero, across the lake. Appropriate, isn't it?



... Can you feel your house? Your economy? You should be unable to, here. When every person arrives, they have had a piece of technology surgically implanted in them.

Eh... It means we, the nations, are essentially human until these implanted chips can be removed. It is possible, but I am told sickness occurs during recovery.

[hullonurse]

Hmpf. I suppose so. Stay there, won't you? [Not said with any real malice, she's still taking the whole situation in.]

Of course I can, that's- [Well, she's been distracted since she arrived but now that she's actually thinking about it...] ... Where is this chip?! How can it do something like that?! [Not nearly as good at hiding how upset she is.]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

I--

--As I said, it can be removed! I don't know--if you request the services of a doctor, one may help.

And, surely your brother will assist you, though he seems to have disappeared somewhere.

[hullonurse]

Oh, so there's a- a male me wandering around here somewhere but he's also vanished, lovely, just lovely. I can find a doctor on my own, thank you very much! [Just hope she finds one before she tries impromptu surgery on herself.]