[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]

Comments

[romanovs]

I have been here for a while now. The temperature is very pleasant, yes?

[He gestures back towards his own house.] We should talk about all these things over a cup of tea.

[alt_for_norge]

Mm, it is..

[He has to admit that everything about this place seems pleasant... unsettlingly so. He blinks slowly at the offer, then nods]

... As you wish.

[romanovs]

[He will lead the other nations into the kitchen, humming a cheerful tune. Norway might notice that the inside of the house looks exactly like the one that he just left, aside from the pictures on the walls.]

[alt_for_norge]

[He follows, and indeed does notice that the house is almost identical. The realisation draws a small frown]

This place is unsettling.

[romanovs]

Have you spoken to one of those who lack a brain yet?

[He gestures towards a chair when they reach the kitchen and then moves to put a kettle on the stove.]

[alt_for_norge]

[Norway sits, still watching the other a little warily]

You are the first person I have spoken to.

[romanovs]

[He nods and then crosses the room to sit down at the other side of the table.]

They will not be of much help to you. This town sometimes takes people's brains away, and it isn't always possible to return them.

[Between superstitions and Russia's own brand of logic, Norway should probably not believe in his words too much.]

[alt_for_norge]

[He's experienced Russia's logic before and knows not to put too much stock in it, but he nods slowly and clasps his hands in front of him]

And we are expected to simply... 'play along'?

[romanovs]

[Well, his logic ...works. Just not for everyone. But good luck convincing him of a different truth.]

I've heard that they tried to blow it up once, but it did not work. The town repairs itself. Sometimes it even destroys itself. But it is always pleasantly warm.