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[cursedtolive]

[action - grocery store]
[Early in the afternoon, Czes is wandering around the produce section of the grocery store. He parked his shopping cart nearby, some groceries already inside -- detergent, a bar of soap, coffee and some vegetables -- but he's stuck on what to do about fruits. Which ones taste good at this time of the year? Which ones are ripe right now, anyway?

He goes between the fruits, occasionally picking up an apple, staring at it, putting it back. He'll do the same with oranges, with some bananas...]

[phone - filtered from drones]
I guess school is supposed to start in a few weeks. I got asked by a few drones if I was ready for it, anyway -- and I've got to admit, I'm not. What are some things I should know before classes start?

When do classes start at Mayfield Elementary, anyway? [Elementary school. Elementary school. He has no idea how he's going to deal with being in grade school, but if he's got to go, he wants to go without screwing it up.]

[action - evening; Stone Street]
[As the sun's starting to set and the temperature also begins to cool down, Czeslaw steps outside his house and sits on the edge of the sidewalk, book in hand. He's also watching anyone or anything -- cars, animals, what have you -- go past, wondering if it's okay to appreciate the quiet, orderly peacefulness of the town. And wondering exactly when and how Mayfield will become the dangerous place he was warned about a month ago.

He eventually closes his book and starts drawing on the sidewalk with a box of chalks he also brought outside with him.

Approach?]

[ooc: Post! But it's starting to get late out night and I have someplace to go in the morning, so tags will come late evening tomorrow!]

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Action - Stone St

[balaton]

[Not far away from the pavement Hungary is working on her monstrous motorbike, a big toolbox and a manual on either side. She eventually looks up from her task, flashing a quick smile at the child across the street.]

Action - Stone St

[cursedtolive]

[The motorbike caught his attention earlier and he's been glancing at it with great curiosity. When he sees her smiling, he smiles brightly at her as well and raises a hand to wave.]

Re: Action - Stone St

[balaton]

It's too hot to just lounge around today, isn't it? [She calls from her side of the street, returning the wave.]

[cursedtolive]

It's warm, but it isn't too bad! The city I'm from can get warmer than this.

What're you workin' on, Miss?

[balaton]

Just my darling here. I can't exactly take it to the shop here. [She gets up to retrieve a pitcher of lemonade from her porch.] Want to take it a look? Two pairs of eyes is better than one.

[cursedtolive]

[He gets to his feet, brushing chalk dust and some dirt off his pants before approaching. He looks at the motorbike in wonder.]

Is this a motorcycle, Miss?

[balaton]

[It's Wolverine's motorbike itself, possessed by Hungary's fake husband for a while before his disappearance.] It certainly is! I didn't know they made them this big, but I'm only from the fifties, myself.

[She hands the boy a glass, before settling on the grass, once more.] It's starting to make too much noise for my taste, lately.

[cursedtolive]

Wow... Oh, thank you! [He takes the glass with a smile, still looking at the motorbike. This is a really huge motorbike.]

I wonder when this one's from. The design isn't all that different from the thirties'.

[balaton]

Beats me, but it's not in any advertisements here. I've never been into motorcycles, but riding it is a lot of fun.

The thirties were certainly interesting. Is that your time?

[cursedtolive]

Hmm...

[He sits down on the grass next to Hungary and nods at her question.] Uh-huh! I'm from 1932. What about you, miss?

[balaton]

1956. [She consults the manual once more before tossing it onto the grass to reach for her lemonade, instead.] Can't I say I don't miss the '30s. Our economy was better off than most of the rest of the world, but no one liked the looming war.

[cursedtolive]

[Czeslaw gives her a strange look. He wonders how old this lady must be if she's remembering the economy of the 1930s. She doesn't look any older than twenty-five, in his opinion, but he doesn't even considering asking her. That would be rude and who knows if she's the type to get angry at stuff like that?

Also-- war? Czes goes over in his mind what conflicts were going on at that time...] Where are you from?

[balaton]

Budapest. [She wipes her hand, damp from the glass, on her shirt before offering it.] I should have introduced myself! Elizaveta Hedervary, but you can call me Hungary.

[cursedtolive]

[He would have reacted to this the same way he did to Holland -- which was to assume that this was a joke -- but Charles told him earlier that these folks were very serious about being countries.

So he blinks at her a couple of times, before sighing a little and smiling.]

So you're one of those country-people, huh? My name is Czeslaw Meyer. It's nice to meet you-- [Miss Hungary sounds weird] -- Miss Elizaveta.

[balaton]

Country-people sounds about right. There's a number of us running around. [she gives a short laugh; it's been a while.] Czelaw? Anywhere from Poland?

[cursedtolive]

My family is from there, but I moved around a lot. I lived in a part of Italy for a couple years, but I live in America now.

[balaton]

Wait till I tell Poland about this. He'll be thrilled to have one of his people here.

You must have had an exciting life.

[cursedtolive]

You've got a Poland here, too? How many of you are here then?

[Hahaha, Hungary. Exciting is an understatement, but he's going to smile and nod in agreement..]

[balaton]

The Baltics-- that would be Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia. America is around, as well, naturally. I think Holland is somewhere around, too...

[cursedtolive]

I know Holland. We ran into each other a few days after I got here, and he was the first one to tell me about being a country.

He's pretty nice. I thought he was joking at first, though.

[balaton]

It's hard to take this sort of thing at face value, isn't it? I don't blame you.

[cursedtolive]

Well, once I've accepted it it's not all that bizarre. After all, this town existing and us bring brought here is pretty crazy already.

[balaton]

Not being human stops being special when every other person here is not human. I'm glad for all the interesting people I've gotten to know, here.

[cursedtolive]

Yeah, I've met a lot of folks who don't seem to be human, too.