Aug. 1st, 2011

hullonurse: (I am disappointed.)
[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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