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animus_network2013-03-17 08:03 pm
unalienable) wrote in animus_network2013-03-17 08:03 pm
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001 Star-Spangled ☆ Text/Action
[ 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.
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.
Action.
Hey! I don't know! Why do you do anything you do! If you didn't do this, then who did, huh?
[ And what's wrong with you? she wants to ask, but doesn't. It's better to spare England the trouble right now, America presumes. Why are you afraid? What's got you so shaken up? ]
Action.
Well, it wasn't me!
[England sighs, shaking her head and wiping some soaked strands of hair away from over her glasses.]
I was told a group of people brought us here, to "save" us, apparently. That's nonsense, though. We were kidnapped. And I assure you, I had nothing to do with it. I woke up here just as you did.
[She frowns at the other woman, failing to mention, of course, that she's been here a bit longer than America.]
Action.
Just now?
Action.
No. I've been here a little longer.
Action.
Define "a little longer".
Action
About a month. I take it you hadn't noticed? And... everything was okay back home?
[She frowns, but is aware that that might not mean much. She had been told time passes differently here in the tower, after all.]
Action
That's crazy, England. Everything was totally fine before I woke up here. I know you were still there too.
[ She frowns and looks at her fellow nation with obvious discontent. She even goes so far as to grab her hands tightly. ]
England... that's not possible. This isn't possible! We... Everyone... This can't really be happening.
Action
It's happening. The- Our world is... fine, of course. It has to be. But...
[She knows how horrifying and confusing it is to first realise what this place and those "administrators" are capable of, but she has to get something through to America first.]
America... You have to be careful. This place can be cruel. Don't do anything stupid, for God's sake.