kaksteist // 12

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A: 946 Beulah Street

[You can blame this whole thing on drones. Some of the young male ones at the high school were talking about shiny new "rocket" toys, and how they wanted to make them. Bottle rockets, model rockets, it didn't matter, but that nerdy-looking square sure looked like he'd be able to help them figure it out.

So Estonia did. And then he got carried away.

Which is why you may catch him leaving the house today carrying a large box of assorted miniature rockets, his three mocha pets perched on top of the mess so they're not stuck at home as he goes out for some testing.]

B: the park

[Estonia is apparently excellent at constructing powerful model rockets. Estonia is also apparently awful at aiming them, because they tend to go off in any direction they feel like, with a particular fondness for passing awfully close to unlucky people.

One of the larger ones causes the most trouble when one of the mochis climbs on board at the last moment. When Estonia scrambles to catch it, he displays a great show of Baltic Luck by getting his jacket caught on fire.]

C: the bowling alley

[The stoic-faced boy behind the counter tonight smells a little bit burnt still, and... is that some singeing to his hair on one side? Yes. Yes, it is.]

Comments

B ; Action

[balzams]

[Since he's still feeling uneasy, all Latvia really wants to do is hang around with the people he knows. Even seeing those strange pets of Estonia's is oddly comforting]

You're doing it wrong, more left, more left!

[His criticisms fall short as he dodges out of the way of a stray rocket. By the time he picks himself up off the floor, Estonia's jacket is already aflame]

Estonia? Estonia!

[Latvia rushes to help by shuffling out of his own jacket and trying to beat the flames out with it. Of course, his aim isn't too great either]

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[There's a little bit of screaming, a toss of the mochi in the general direction of Far Away from Flames, and then Estonia puts the stop, drop, and roll method to use.]

Latvia! It's okay!

[No it's not you're on fire.]

B

[jumpsuited_rat]

[It's a good thing Chell's good at dodging, she easily gets out of the way of an incoming rocket and watches it as it flies off behind her.

She then looks around, trying to find the source of it. Chell doesn't seem angry, she's more confused than anything.]

[technophiling]

... My apologies!

[Sheepish apparent teenager waving her way.]

B

[vytis]

[Lithuania is alerted to the fact that there's apparently something rocket-related going on by the sounds.

Also the fact that a rocket missed his head by inches. That was a good indication, too. He's going to have to find out where those are coming from; his assumption is some child, given they're obviously toy rockets.]

What on earth--Estija?

[...Are you on fire.]

[technophiling]

[Not anymore! Just... smoldering a little.]

Hey, Leedu!

B!

[gavehimwings]

[One particularly unlucky person is walking home from school today when a model rocket comes streaking past a scant six inches from her face. Isara stops dead, letting out a gasp of fright, before whirling in a circle in search of her attacker.]

Who did that?! Show yourself!

[technophiling]

S-sorry! That was me.

[Estonia starts heading her way, hands up, small gelatinous blob perched on his shoulder.] Ah, you're not hurt, are you?

B

[infinitemars]

[Lucky enough to not get struck by rockets, it does not stop Kira from seeing the fire and making a small sound, rushing towards the country to see if she can help him]

[technophiling]

[Stop, drop, and roll! Estonia's already rolling, his hands batting snow at the lit part of his shoulder as he does. He doesn't notice anyone around, but he seems pretty unphased by the whole being on fire thing.]

B

[kinship]

[Cain had come to expect many unusual things when passing through Mayfield's park, but he still didn't see the rocket coming until it nearly took his head off.]

--AH!

[technophiling]

[Wincing at the scream... Whoops.]

Are you alright?

Park

[koyo]

( Estonia this is not your day because there is a soccer ball coming in your direction too. )

Ay, watch out!

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Ahhhh!

[He throws himself out of the way of the ball... and lands on a mochi, who lets out a yelp, so Estonia just gives up and flings himself at the ground next.]

A

[roadroller]

[Rin is in the front yard. She eyes the rockets. Then looks up at Estonia...]

Do I want to know? ♪

[technophiling]

I... have to test them somewhere, don't I?

[His winning grin is less winning and more aware of the fact that nothing will ever go truely right for him.]

C

[likesottlyfab]

[Despite Mayfield being so small Poland still hadn't been everywhere in town. Why not visit the bowling alley? Lame shoes aside--oh hey Estonia~!

Skips over and leans on the counter.]

[technophiling]

Hello, Poola.

[He doesn't look thrilled to see you.]

B. And then I mixed him up with space-race Russia. Ignore the first tag.

[romanovs]

What are you doing there?

[That is a pretty interesting type of weaponry that Estonia is experimenting with there.]

ignoring! o7

[technophiling]

[He freezes, not unlike his usual move when caught with something he wasn't sure he was going to be punished for having. That brief look of guilt is replaced by a carefully neutral expression as quickly as he can, though, as Estonia bends to scoop up an escaping mochi.]

Ah... just experimenting with some low-level science? The drones at school find it interesting.

B

[ex_finnish_604]

[It's not uncommon for Finland to be hanging around his BFF....

But it is uncommon for the aforementioned BFF to be set on fire. Or, well, relatively uncommon. Let's go with that.]

OHYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

[technophiling]

Soome!

[Why is there fire? Why are they all so unlucky in this area? Why is Finland screaming when he could be helping?]

B.

[hardhat_truckie]

(Those rockets going off all over the place don't go unnoticed by Engie. Curious, he rushes over, just in time to see a young man with his jacket on fire.)

Careful there son!! You're on fire!!

[technophiling]

So I am.

[Don't worry. He's being very proactive indeed and patting at the bit of flame on his shoulder to make it go out. It's working, more or less. There could be more productive things, though.]

B

[bleuflag]

[Ever seen a rocket get struck by lightning?]

HOLY SHI--

[Well, now you have. There's a loud crack followed by a ground-shaking explosion not far away, and mingled somewhere in there was a yelping cry. It isn't long before a singed young man is stomping closer, out for vengeance. His poor jacket]

Dammit, where'd that thing come from...!?

[technophiling]

I'm sorry! [Estonia's trembling little nerd boy act is in full swing, partially because it seems a safe route to take with someone he accidentally hit with a rocket, albeit a small one, and partially because his glasses really are slipping uncomfortably down his face.]

There must have been something wrong with that engine.