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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?

Comments

[Phone]

[selematpagi]

The candy store.

[ Said flatly. ]

phone;

[encored]

[WELL THAT'S... a vaguely familiar voice...]

Don't subject your tastebuds to something like that. Besides, the red licorice is on sale at the store right now.

[puffinparadise]

Is it good?

[puffinparadise]

[Well hello to you too]

Red licorice is too sweet in my opinion. The saltier it is, the better.

[encored]

[FAMILIAR INDEED...] If you want something salty, pick up a salty snack to go along with your licorice. [geez, someone here doesn't know how to do candy right]

[puffinparadise]

[Shut up it's his favorite snack] It's not the same. Salty snacks just don't have...the same flavor?

[Action; 306 Miller]

[littleredwolf]

[Sansa doesn't know a thing about cooking - she's always had servants to do it for her - but, after the siege of King's Landing, she knows a thing or two about what burning meat smells like. And that bacon? Is burning.]

What are you doing?

[encored]

That doesn't make any sense whatsoever. [sigh!! salty is salty and sweet is sweet okay, the two things don't need to mix!]

[puffinparadise]

[He snapped out of his thoughts and turns around. Unfortunately, he still hasn't noticed the charcoal bacon...or the smoke from the charcoal bacon.]

Cooking.

[puffinparadise]

Yes it does. [The licorice back home didn't have regular salt in it anyway. It was something like... He'll remember it later.]

It needs to be... I guess tongue-numbing?

[encored]

[tongue-numbing isn't a flavor iceland.....]

Are we talking about candies, salted snacks or oral medication here? [because it's starting to sound like a suspicious combination of all three]

Phone

[gezellig]

. . . Hoi, IJsland.

[puffinparadise]

[Oral medication what even]

Candies. I think the licorice I'm talking about has ammonia in it? Ammonium chloride? Something like that.

[puffinparadise]

Hæ Holland. You're here too?

[encored]

[tongue-numbing oral medication!! he means anesthetics...]

I doubt you'll be able to find any candy here like that, but you should know as much already. [yeah okay he's pretty sure he knows who he's talking to by now... it's not like he missed you or anything!!]

[littleredwolf]

It's past cooking. Just look at it.

[puffinparadise]

You would think, but it's been a while.

I trust that you've been doing well?

[puffinparadise]

I don't know what you're talking about--

[Looking at it. And now cue the flailing and running with the frying pan full of burnt bacon.]

[encored]

Nothing ever changes here. I can certainly vouch for that. [he might sound just a little bitter, considering Iceland got to leave so much earlier than he did.]

But yes, I've been faring decently. What of yourself? It's been a long time.

[puffinparadise]

[Aww. He can definitely sense the bitterness and feels a bit bad for him.]

Everything was great back home until I came down with a [never ending] cold the past few years. I haven't dealt with this place in over thirty years now.

[littleredwolf]

[Oh god oh god what even. Sansa does the first thing that comes to mind: runs to the cupboard, quickly fills a glass of water - she's seen the drone parents using the tap - and tosses its contents onto Iceland's smoldering breakfast.

And, uh. Iceland himself.

Sorry, dude.]

[encored]

[at least he isn't griping about it yet...! but the mention of a cold catches his attention, since he's pretty certain he's heard that relates to economic problems of some description.]

What year is it for you back in your own world now?

[gezellig]

Ja; been here awhile. More than a year.

[puffinparadise]

2012. I ran into a financial crisis around 2008. [sigh he's never trying banking again]

Phone

[yumcha]

[ Oh that is a voice he hasn't heard in a while. ]

...Ice?