[001] Wake up & Action

[alt_for_norge]

[Action, 841 Hastings Boulevard]

[He knows, the instant he wakes, that something isn't right. The room doesn't smell like his own, the bed doesn't feel like his and the general hum of fae activity around him is made conspicuous by its absence. Norway lies there, eyes closed, thumb and forefinger pinching firmly at his forearm to prove to himself that it isn't a dream, before he slowly opens his eyes and sits up]

Well.

[A quick glance around the room tells him he isn't alone here, and he isn't sure if he finds that comforting or a matter for concern. Still, he wastes no time in getting up and dressing, barely an eyebrow raised at the style of the clothing, and moves quietly through the house to the front door. Despite the bruise forming on his arm from the hard pinch, he's still not entirely convinced that he isn't dreaming]

[Action, around town]

[When he steps outside he lifts up a hand to shade his eyes and allows a brief display of anxiety in the way he softly bites his lower lip. He hesitates, then moves off the front porch and walks slowly down the street, just taking everything in]

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[koyo]

( The neighborhood welcoming committee is here. He's staring at his little index card with the name and address on it and trying to figure out how to say the name. When he sees Norway, he smiles. )

Huh? Noruega! You're here too? I didn't know that! Ay, do you know if an Aleksander S-. . .S--. . . Sol. . . Something-imer is here?

[alt_for_norge]

[He flicks his dull indigo gaze up and down the Spaniard, and folds his arms loosely over his stomach]

Aleksander Sólheimr. That is my name.

[koyo]

Really? ( He repeats the name once and then again to get it right. Nope, still not getting but he's really trying! ) This is great! Hola, I'm Spain! Antonio works too. Oh, but you already knew that. . . well, I'm supposed to say hello so: Bienvenido, welcome to Mayfield!

[alt_for_norge]

[He nods. Yes, he knows you, noisy Spaniard]

Hei.

[Norway glances around, and frowns slightly]

Mayfield, was it.. What is this place.

[koyo]

Sí, Mayfield. ( Ahem, ) That's a very question. It's a little old fashioned but it looks like a regular town in America's house, no? Except it looks it might not be in America's house at all.

[konge]

[This guy is going to sulk past Norway's house, he's dragging the mailbox behind him because he's lost the zeal he woke up with.

He hasn't seen anyone he knows and despite this new land being full of interesting things, he doubts he can claim it with this metal thing on a stick.]

[alt_for_norge]

[He almost doesn't spot him. Almost. Then he stalls and stares]

...Søren?

[What on Earth was the idiot doing here? And more to the point what was he doing?]

[konge]

[He looks up and around when he hears his name, the voice sounds almost familiar, though somewhat mature. Maybe he isn't alone afterall.

He raises an eyebrow at Aleks, taking a long moment to recognise him.]

Norge...?

[The mailbox is being dumped because he's bounding toward him.]

You got bigger!

[alt_for_norge]

[Oh crap. Norway braces himself, but what the Danish nation says causes him more than a little confusion. It's only then that he notices the man doesn't look quite right. Younger...]

I did not. I am the same size that I was when I went to bed last night.

action ❥ around town

[pseudohistory]

[ Hello there, neighbor! A bit down the street, Keine can be seen sending her drone kids off to enjoy whatever drone kids do on the weekend. She waves cheerily until they're out of sight and prepares to go back inside, only stopping when she notices Norway. ]

Hm? Ah- Good day to you, sir! Wherever are you going, if I might ask?

Re: action ❥ around town

[alt_for_norge]

[He's not expecting to be hailed, least of all by someone he doesn't know, so when he's addressed he stalls briefly then stops, looking the stranger up and down. No harm in being polite, he thinks]

I do not know, yet.

[pseudohistory]

Is that so? Well then, do be careful. [ A pause. ] I haven't seen you around the neighborhood before. I'm Keine.

[alt_for_norge]

I have not been to this neighbourhood before.

[He's still half convinced he's dreaming but if he is, it's so lucid he wouldn't want to risk anything. Eventually, he'd wake up and everything would be fine]

... My name is Norway, but you may call me Aleksander, if it suits you.

[romanovs]

[Hello neighbour. Russia is watering his plants out front when Norway steps outside. ...He's also talking to them, though his voice is too low to hear it. He's too absorbed to notice the other nation for the moment.]

[alt_for_norge]

[All he picks up is a faint noise, and glances towards it, recognising the source immediately. He moves closer, though not too close, and clears his throat]

Russland?

[romanovs]

[He stops when he hears the voice and looks up at Norway. The content, warm smile that was on his face when dealing with the flowers turns into the cheerful one that he always shows the world.]

You must be new, yes?

[alt_for_norge]

[Norway notes the change, and allows a faint smile to twitch at his lips]

I believe so.

[technophiling]

[This sight walks past Norway at one point, only to double back, Estonia giving a small smile to see that it is indeed the nation he thought it was.]

Ah, Norra, I didn't know you were here.

[alt_for_norge]

[It's not often that Norway is surprised by anything, but this really takes the proverbial cake. He couldn't help but stare the first time, and it's only when the man doubles back that he notices he's there at all]

... Estland.

[He's trying so hard not to look like he's completely bewildered]

Ja, although I do not yet understand where 'here' is.

[technophiling]

It's Mayfield. Consider it an alternate plane of existence, modelled after America's place in the 1950s and used as some sort of sadistic corral for individuals from a number of universes and times. Basically, you're stuck, nothing makes sense, and I would advise against dying too often.

[alt_for_norge]

[The smile he gives at that, while genuine, is wry and closer to a small smirk]

I will keep that in mind. You have been here for long?

841 Hastings Boulevard

[tofightfor]

[Fang will just be getting back from her jog at the point in which he's coming out of the front door and her eyes instantly narrow, one hand balling into a fist. Yup, she looks like she's about ready for a fight.]

Who are you? An' what are you doin' in that 'ouse?

Re: 841 Hastings Boulevard

[alt_for_norge]

[He's taking in the state of the front garden, and glances up as Fang approaches, looking at her with his usual flat, dull gaze]

My name is Aleksander, and I woke up in that house.

[tofightfor]

[Eyes will narrow at him for a moment, almost like she's summing up if he's a threat or not.]

Neva' been 'ere before?

[alt_for_norge]

[A small shake of his head answers that. His arms fold loosely over his stomach and he taps his fingers against his elbows]

I have not.