[002] Action

[alt_for_norge]

A. [Location: Tailor Shop (inside)]

[Norway rather quickly found that this is where he's supposed to be working. Tailoring has never been something he's tried, but at his age he can turn his hand to most things. He enjoys the relative quiet, and the way that he can pick up gossip as people seem to forget that he's there as he's silently taking their measurements. Already he has seen several examples of the 'drones' that he has been told about, and has forced himself to behave normally with each of them. It's enough to give him a headache.

Anyone coming into the shop during the day would find him sitting at a table, turning up the sleeves on a dinner jacket]


B. [Location: John Doe Park]

[At half past five, Norway can be found in the park, sitting on one of the benches. He would appear to be alone, but quietly humming to himself, occasionally murmuring a few words, made half-tuneless by the volume.

He seems content, but will anyone speak with him?]

Comments

[konge]

[Denmark smiles as Norway heads to the door. Good plan. Never fails.]

Whatcha doin'?

[alt_for_norge]

... Working.

[More like occupying his time, really, but that was beside the point]

[konge]

Whatcha workin' for?

[Asking the tough questions.]

[alt_for_norge]

[He sighs]

To keep myself occupied. What do you want, Søren?

[konge]

I was walkin' around this strange place an' I saw you, so I figured I should greet you.

[SMIIIIIILE.]

[alt_for_norge]

... Ah.

[Is that a smile? Maybe a small one]

Hello, then.

[konge]

[The smile makes Denmark grin and he reaches out to ruffle Norway's hair.]

S'a nice day.

[alt_for_norge]

[He bats that hand away, though not roughly]

It is always a nice day.

[konge]

Is it? Sounds borin'! Also a pity, I was quite fond of the rain.

[alt_for_norge]

[He can't help but smile a little]

Yes.. I miss the rain, too.

[And the cold. Pleasant weather was nice in the short term, but he missed the winter]

[konge]

[Denmark threads an arm around his shoulders and slams him against his chest.]
Y’seem to know a great deal about this place, Norge. Why don’t you share some of your wisdom with this old goat?

[alt_for_norge]

I know very little.

[He was just good at settling into new situations, it seems]

But I will try to answer any questions that you might have.

[konge]

I know even less.
[He pauses to consider this.]
Why is everyone so...serene?

[alt_for_norge]

It is... something about this place.

[He frowns]

Those that you see walking around as if they belong... are what are called 'drones'. They have no minds of their own.

[Norway looks up with a faint sigh]

Finland is one. It is best you do not speak to him, should you see him.

[konge]

Oho? As if they are enchanted by the same people who brought us here?
[Back when everything was witches and magic and everything hurt.]

Finland? What a tragedy!

[alt_for_norge]

Perhaps.

[He frowns, looking troubled for a moment]

I have not seen Finland yet... Or Sverige and Island.

[Norway glances up at the Dane]

... You have been well, since we last spoke?

[konge]

A pity. I should like to see them again.
[He notices that troubled look and he places a hand atop Norway's head. For once, he isn't mussing his hair or poking him, he's just resting it there.]

I've survived, I suppose. It's rather overwhelmin' here. Luckily that house wench does most a' the tricky work.

[alt_for_norge]

[Norway's eyes close briefly as the Dane's hand rests on his head, enjoying the contact for a moment]

You have dealt with worse before... and will do again. I know you will be fine.