[She's nervously twisting the end of a braid as she looks into the camera, adjusting her beret one more time before she speaks]

Hello everyone, I was just hoping I could get your attention for just a moment. Sorry for bothering everyone, not that we have much to do here right? [Sheepish smile] I'm trying to come up with a tally on how many different universes we've come from. I know say, I come from a different one than the Netherlands or Germany here.

I know not everyone comes from the planet we call Earth or from the same one. Molly is a mutant, Um...Basilisk --Sorry if I got your name wrong-- is also one from a different world. Nations I know as female are represented as male. If you don't call Earth home, could you tell me the name of the world or country you are from? If you're a nation could you give me the genders of those you know in your world?

Um, Trolls, are you all from the same universe? None of you is the wrong gender or...blood color? Right?

Oh and nations, could I get a role-call as well with that? I've met many of you but I think we lost a few and it'd really help to know who is here...How...did we lose people anyways? Has anyone seen Fletcher?

[Oh right babbling] A-Anyways, I'm Canada for those I haven't met--Nepeta gave me the name Madlin Wiliam for you trolls...if that's easier? [giggles a bit, she thought it was cute] Either way, it's not urgent, it's more curiosity right now, but do we have anything better to do?

[he glances away for a moment, considering what to say. he looks back towards the camera, then crosses his arms across his chest.]

Mm, strange. [another pause. looking for familiar faces would probably be a good start, right?] Ain't seen an'one else 'ere. If yer 'round, lemme know.

[The message is short, but straight to the point.]

Has anyone seen Estonia? Tall, blond, female, glasses.

[There is nothing but white when the visuals flicker into view, and it may take a moment or more for the pupils to adjust to the amount of white on white, the wall and the floors and the tight suit, and then the mess of white hair and equally fair skin. The voice that accompanies the image is not amused.]

Now you've done it, France. You win this one, whatever it is. We'll have a laugh about it and I'll beat your head in for it next time we go out for a drink. Whatever it was, you can let me out now.

[There's an affirmative--or perhaps just supportive--chirping in the background, and the young woman rolls her eyes.]

And I can't believe you took away my clothes but the left the bird behind. Pervert.

Ignore. ♥