[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

[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?

[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.]

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?

[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.]

[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.

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?