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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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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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?

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[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.]