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[ A young blonde is at a terminal in the dorms, typing away furiously. Her hair is drenched through from the ever constant rain and sitting beside her is what appears to be your stereotypical grey extraterrestrial. Child-sized and looking about curiously, the grey is a passive counterpoint to America's livid demeanor. ]

Hey, just what the hell is going on around here? One minute I'm making plans to celebrate St. Paddy's Day and the next I'm waking up in the Twilight Zone. It's raining. INDOORS! And it looks like I somehow ended up in someone's worst (or best?) latex fetish dreams. My clothes are nowhere to be found, my jacket is gone, this is definitely not my bedroom and not my house, and, ha, oh yeah, apparently the world ended.

Seriously. This joke isn't funny. Somebody please tell me this is just the sad results of one of England's stupid experiments gone wrong and everything will be back to normal if I click my heels and say "there's no place like home". This can't really be happening. It's not possible.

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Wait, wait, wait, wha? England... not a girl? r u srs. C'mon, really.

Okay, look, St. Paddy's Day is a holiday where you go out with your friends, get drunk, and kick over trash cans. I guess you must be like, one of Vietnam's citizens or something?

In the tower there's lots of people and some of them are the SAME people but different! Once I met someone who was me but bigger and he could do magic. I'm not allowed to drink yet so that's probably why I don't know what it is but I don't know why you would want to kick things over, I get in trouble for kicking things. Who's Vietnam?

[ Amelia's not sure she buys this whole "same people but different" thing. It sounds really, really out there as far as weird shit goes and so far, all she has by way of proof is some kid's word on the... sort of internet. She wants to push more on the issue, but something else distracts her: ]

Uhm. How old are you?

I'm not sure since I didn't keep track when I was real little. I'm I think forty? Maybe older I'm not sure.

[ F— WHAT. ]

And where're you from?

Virginia. Or America. Or New England! The colonies. England calls it the new world sometimes.

[ Oh—

Suddenly, America feels kind of sick. It takes her a while to respond and she keeps looking at Tony beside her like the Grey will have an explanation or comforting words to offer her. Tony just pats her shoulder. ]

Is your name America?

Yes! Who are you?

[ Amelia jumps up from her seat and actually walks away from the terminal. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. This is absolutely fucking crazy. She wants to run away from this computer, honestly. It's too much. It's all just too much.

The only thing that brings her back to the terminal is the thought of the kid. Baby, really. She remembers being that age and she knows that that America is very young. Amelia forces herself back to the chair and makes herself sit, then resists the urge to flee again. No. She can't run away from this. She can't be scared. The United States of America does not scare easy.

Explanations can come later; right now, she's got to deal. ]

Amelia. My name is Amelia. Do you have your own room too, America?

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Its's nice to meet you! I live in room 16 on the 2nd floor of the dormatrees. It's got my name on the outside.

[He's in the hallway near his room, in one of the terminal alcoves, to be more specific than that.]

[ Oh, well, that's... funny. Her room is right next door. Which means the other her is actually really nearby. ]

Cool, I'm your neighbor! :) Do you wanna meet up? I'll come to you so you don't have to move anywhere.

Oh, yes! :) I'm close to my room you just have to check the hallway.

[ Amelia stands up again, the terminal switching off immediately. She frowns, but looks at Tony with some determination. ]

C'mon. I guess it's time to go meet Little Me.

[ Tony agrees rather chirpily, clearly intrigued, and the nation supposes this makes more sense to the Grey than it does to her. As she walks back through the halls to find her room again, she can't help cursing herself a bit angrily on the way over. She should have paid more attention to the network and its functions, to the other dormitories on the floor. If she had, maybe she wouldn't be so stunned right now. ]

[America isn't far from his room--he's taken shelter in one of the network alcoves. More specifically, he has a musket, nearly the size of him, carefully tucked under so it doesn't get any wetter than it was when he woke up. The gunpowder's probably ruined entirely, he thinks--he doesn't know if you can just wait for it to dry. He'll have to ask later.

America sloshes around nearby, looking for the mysterious Amelia who he's going to meet. He's perched on top of the alcove, next to the keyboard, as if this will give him a better view of things.]

[ Amelia spots the child easily; he's a bright white and gold spot against a dark, murky backdrop. She expected as much, but she hadn't counted on the other America being male. There are definitely no little red hairpins in that crop of gold atop his head all right. Amelia is twice over surprised, but she only hesitates briefly before she strides confidently forward, Tony lagging behind. ]

Hey. America?

[America was watching, rabbit-like in his alertness, when Amelia approached. The sloshing of water was obvious, not to mention the strange creature following her and the fact that she was the first person he'd seen pass by so far. He perks up when she calls his name, leaping off of the alcove and splashing down into the water.]

Hi! You're Amelia, right? Is that your friend?

[He looks back at the thing following her--while he doesn't think the creature is dangerous, this is the Tower and he can't be sure.]

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