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[puffinparadise]

[Action; 306 Miller Street]

[Iceland wakes up in an unfamiliar bed in a somewhat familiar looking house. He's definitely not home. If he was, Mr. Puffin would've woken him up by then. He looks around the room curiously until his eyes fall upon a family picture on the wall. After studying it a bit closer, the realization hit him like a cinder block. A really heavy cinder block.]

Oh no...

[He was here before. Probably not the same exact house, but definitely the same town. Except...it had been at least 37 years since he had to even deal with this place. In a way, he was kind of happy to be back in this town. At home, he had to deal with a financial crisis. So in a way, he was glad for the break.

With a sigh, he got dressed and even tried making a makeshift bow from ripping apart a dreadful looking shirt. He walked over to the kitchen to go make breakfast.

So everyone at 306, there is one line-faced nation now cooking some bacon. All's good right? Except, upon closer inspection, the bacon looks like it's pretty burnt. Ice isn't even noticing as he appears to be caught in his thoughts. You probably might want to stop him before he sets the house on fire.]

[Phone]

Does anyone know if they sell black licorice here? Or does anyone have some they can spare?

[A pause. Was there something he forgot? Oh yeah.]

I'm back. Did I miss much?

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[puffinparadise]

[He's soaked and now has an expression of a puppy. In the rain. That got kicked.

He doesn't know what to be more upset about: the fact that he has to go all the way back to his room to find something relatively decent to wear or that he managed to cook almost as bad as England.

At least the house isn't on fire?]

...Thanks.

[puffinparadise]

Oh. [Not surprised at all. In fact, he's kind of hoping you forgot that he owes you money.] How's it going?

[puffinparadise]

[Oh hey man.]

Hong Kong?

[littleredwolf]

[Oh dear. She winces a bit at the kicked puppy face and stammers out an apology.]

I'm sorry, truly I am. I was afraid you might start a fire.

[noble ladies don't throw water on people what was she even thinking.]

Might I help you clean up?

[encored]

In my future then, hm? [EVERYONE'S LEAVING HIM IN THE PAAAST only by like seven years BUT STILL] Aren't you lucky, you've graduated from financial crises to Mayfield.

[puffinparadise]

[Fire. Cooking. Worse than England. He wants to sit in a corner and just die. Instead he throws the charcoal bacon in the trash. No sense in eating it now, right?]

No it's fine. It's not your fault. I should have been paying attention. [He might as well hold on to whatever is left of his pride.]

[puffinparadise]

Very. [Can't you hear the excitement?]

Sadly, I don't know which one's worse. Then again, at least I'm not sneezing all over everything here.

[littleredwolf]

[Unsure of what to do but recognizing that she's made him feel bad, Sansa offers Iceland a smile.]

I can't cook either, you know. If I were to try, I'd likely do a much worse job than that.

[encored]

[he laughs a little bit. the return of all you snarky linefaced nations is a big blast of nostalgia okay, and not even in the bad way!]

Yes, it would be horrid if you were sniffling and sneezing on everything in addition to dying miserably.

[kinship]

[Iceland?! Everyone he knew once seems to be returning, and there's a distinct smile in his voice as he replies.]

I think I could sate that desire, I have quite a lot of spare candy, licorice included.

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[naicha]

I dunno!

Hi, Iceland!

[puffinparadise]

[... Okay, you get a tiny smile. But since you can't actually see it, it probably wouldn't matter that much.]

Of course. Then I'll wake up the next day and keep wasting tissues.

[puffinparadise]

[He calms down a bit.]

I'm sure you couldn't do much worse. I'm usually okay at cooking stuff that I eat often like hangikjöt or kleinur.

[puffinparadise]

[Someone actually has licorice? He sounds a lot more interested.]

Really? Is it the salty kind? [Priorities]

[puffinparadise]

Hi Taiwan. You don't know if they do?

[encored]

[gosh loser. he'll just have to imagine it and hold this rare moment close in his memories....]

We could fashion your burial shroud out of the tissues you use. Not exactly the most fetching thing available, but it would certainly be recycle-friendly.

[naicha]

Oh, I'm sure they do! I'm just not sure what you missed.

[littleredwolf]

Like what?

[gezellig]

. . . . this isn't a great place, usually.

[Oh no. There is no forgetting when it comes to who owes him money. But since it doesn't matter much in Mayfield, he won't mention it at the moment.]

[kinship]

I'm afraid I only have the sweet kind, sorry.

[Stolen from his brother's stash.]

[puffinparadise]

Oh. The last important thing I remember about here was... I believe it was when that man kept appearing in people's houses. I think his name was Sergei.

[puffinparadise]

Oh. [Not that he was expecting anyone to actually have Nordic licorice or anything.] You don't mind if I could have some?

[puffinparadise]

I know, I've been here before. Apparently I missed a lot.

[puffinparadise]

Oh sorry, smoked lamb and fried pastries.

[puffinparadise]

[Hold it close indeed as this is probably not going to last too much longer.]

Then we can decorate it with cough medicine bottles. We wouldn't have to waste our time picking flowers and it's recyclable.