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mayfield_rpg2012-08-07 08:15 am
gezellig) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-08-07 08:15 am
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achtentwintig - still a human
[After over a year in Mayfield, Holland still has his human body. He's not quite sure what that means; has he aged? Will he be one year older, physically, forever? He hadn't really seen nations age quickly; he did used to be much smaller, but he hasn't been little in over 300 years.
Anyway, he didn't feel terribly different. Injuries hurt more, his body got aches and pains that it never got before, and it was just so easy to be killed, as a human. But other than that . . . well, it was different.
So when he gets the mail and finds two familiar looking envelopes, he's eager to open them. He'll tear both open and look at the pictures inside at the same time.
And what he sees are this and this this. There's an enormous noise in the backyard, and when the Netherlands turns back towards the house, he'll see a mast standing out behind it.
He was still a human.]
A - For housemates and anyone happening by Mitchell Rd.
[There is a very large ship in the backyard of 1447 Mitchell Rd. Holland notices that it's smaller, smaller than it should be. Still, it takes up almost all of the backyard, and the masts are well-visible above the houses. The cannon sits in the lawn, the grass and ground underneath indented from the weight of the metal. A few cannonballs are nearby. Netherlands will spend a lot of effort wheeling it to the front of the house, eventually using the car to tow it.
If the ship doesn't catch the attention of the neighbors, a cannonball being shot down the street probably will. After loading it attentively he'll light the fuse and take cover. He's careful to avoid houses, but some of the cars might not be so lucky as the cannonball flies down the street..
He's impressed it worked; it looks like the cannon has been at the bottom of the ocean for some time and he was mostly expecting it to explode. Holland will ignore the crashing sound of a cannonball hitting something; he'll move the cannon best he can and leave it against the curb in front of the house where, he guesses it works okay as an accent. It doesn't really go with the tulips though; he'll spend the morning polishing it best he can and trying to get most of the rust off.]
B - fora_gentle_boy
[Holland remembers all the people he'd talked to while he didn't have any memories. One of those people is Lucas. He's going to visit his friend now, and try to clear things up. There is a knock on the door in the afternoon.]
C- Phone
Hoi, you guys; this is Netherlands. I'm myself now and I remember what I should remember. Sorry.
. . . . sorry about the cannon.
Anyway, he didn't feel terribly different. Injuries hurt more, his body got aches and pains that it never got before, and it was just so easy to be killed, as a human. But other than that . . . well, it was different.
So when he gets the mail and finds two familiar looking envelopes, he's eager to open them. He'll tear both open and look at the pictures inside at the same time.
And what he sees are this and this this. There's an enormous noise in the backyard, and when the Netherlands turns back towards the house, he'll see a mast standing out behind it.
He was still a human.]
A - For housemates and anyone happening by Mitchell Rd.
[There is a very large ship in the backyard of 1447 Mitchell Rd. Holland notices that it's smaller, smaller than it should be. Still, it takes up almost all of the backyard, and the masts are well-visible above the houses. The cannon sits in the lawn, the grass and ground underneath indented from the weight of the metal. A few cannonballs are nearby. Netherlands will spend a lot of effort wheeling it to the front of the house, eventually using the car to tow it.
If the ship doesn't catch the attention of the neighbors, a cannonball being shot down the street probably will. After loading it attentively he'll light the fuse and take cover. He's careful to avoid houses, but some of the cars might not be so lucky as the cannonball flies down the street..
He's impressed it worked; it looks like the cannon has been at the bottom of the ocean for some time and he was mostly expecting it to explode. Holland will ignore the crashing sound of a cannonball hitting something; he'll move the cannon best he can and leave it against the curb in front of the house where, he guesses it works okay as an accent. It doesn't really go with the tulips though; he'll spend the morning polishing it best he can and trying to get most of the rust off.]
B - for
a_gentle_boy [Holland remembers all the people he'd talked to while he didn't have any memories. One of those people is Lucas. He's going to visit his friend now, and try to clear things up. There is a knock on the door in the afternoon.]
C- Phone
Hoi, you guys; this is Netherlands. I'm myself now and I remember what I should remember. Sorry.
. . . . sorry about the cannon.
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You were putting up posters around the town with a picture of a rabbit from your country named Miffy. Mr. Japan had some with a cat called Hello Kitty.
...I wasn't really sure what to think about it.
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He'll give Lucas a pat on the shoulder. Can't blame him.]
I don't know why I remember that now. I lose my memories after I died in the Carnival.
Were you okay in the Carnival?
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W-Wait! You... when did you die?
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. . . I'm glad you're okay. Sorry for not remembering you again.
[Not like he could help it, but he did feel bad.]
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...And I don't remember much of what happened after, either.
[Lucas looks upset.]
It's alright, Mr. Netherlands. I'm sorry I didn't get to you in time...
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[He'd been too sick to do much but stay there when he got there, anyhow.]
I wanted to see if there was anything else there. It was strange how things kept disappearing.
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[Oh.]
No, that came to me.
[Ouch.]
I mean the house. I went into it to see if there was anything else in that other town.
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...I guess there probably wasn't anything, then?
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And a hazmat sprayed something on my leg in the funhouse.
. . . it's fine now.
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Yeah, it's good as new now.
[He'll give it a shake.]
I just want to know what that place was.
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And I think it was the past.
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[He's all ears.]
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...Someone I know overheard a conversation there. Between Richard Grey and another person.
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[He'll give a slight sigh.]
What did he say?
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Why would we be able to go to a place like that. . . was it a mistake? Were we not supposed to be there?
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[He'll rub at his forehead a little, then sigh.]
But you're probably right.
[He believes in you, Lucas.]