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[notyetlost]

 A. Action - 1332 Benny Road

[Poland didn't care much for nightmares, especially of the dream within a dream variety. One moment he was happily laying in the ryefield of his dreams, only to shift to a nightmarish one where he woke up in Mayfield.

Although he had to admit waking up in Mayfield again was one of the more vivid dreams he'd had in a while. The out of date pajamas he'd woken up in felt itchy to him. The set up of the master bedroom was exactly as he remembered. Even his assigned drone wife was there, chipper and unnerving as ever. If it weren't so terrible, he'd commend his rem state for it's attention to detail.

The problem with nightmares though, was that you couldn't do anything about them until they ran their course. Trying to force yourself awake didn't really work. No matter how much arm pinching or cheek slapping  or shouting "wake up" repeatedly at your reflection in the bathroom mirror one tried. All of which Poland tried regardless, to no avail.

Waiting to wake up, Poland got up and riffled through his closet. At least this nightmare was kind enough to remember the clothing he'd gotten back from home the last time he'd been here so he didn't have to wait while looking like a dork.]


B. Action - 1333 Benny Road

[Good morning neighbors! You have a vistor from next door of the equestrian variety, poking his head through the kitchen window and trying to snatch fruit off your counter.

You weren't going to eat all those apples yourselves. Mr. Pony is just making sure they don't go wasted. You can thank him when you wake up.]


C. Action - Around Town

[Reacquainting himself with Mayfield was not how Poland anticipated spending his day. It didn't take long to recognize everything and relearn his way around. Compared to finding his way around some of his larger cities it was relatively simple to remember.

His cities were definitely better though. There really wasn't much to like about Mayfield in his opinion. Hence why he decided to reacquaint himself while riding Mr. Pony around. Might as well make something about it enjoyable! Nothing brightens up stuff like including ponies after all.

Don't mind the less than bubbly blonde taking up half the side walk riding around on his pony. Or do mind. Up to you.]

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[notyetlost]

[After Miku dashed his hopes of everything being a dream, Poland wasn't expecting to see Latvia so early in morning. From what he remembered the last time, Latvia lived... well. Latvia lived... um.

Okay well Poland didn't exactly know where Latvia had been living to be honest, he'd never been invited over. Which in retrospect was actually kind of rude on Latvia's part. Nevertheless, it definitely wasn't here.]

Um. Łotwa.

Why are you in our house and why are you stealing our bacon?

[balzams]

[That was definitely different from yesterday. Was this really Poland's house though? Last time he checked, Poland didn't live with anyone bar his horses. Maybe times had changed]

What do you mean our house? I've been to your house and this is nothing like it.

And since when did you have a lodger?

[notyetlost]

Actually. Yeah you're you're right, I totally meant my house. [So what if Miku was "technically" here first. The mailbox had his alias' last name on it, so really that meant it was his.]

No dummy, I'm not talking about my home. I mean my house. My Mayfield house. You know, where we're standing like right now.

And what lodger?

[balzams]

The girl with the blue hair, she lives he too doesn't she?

And why would you buy a house in a place like this? It doesn't seem like your kind of thing at all.

[notyetlost]

Oh Miku? Yeah she lives here too, but she doesn't pay rent or anything. We share the house. Like. 70/30 split. [Although maybe that wasn't a bad idea. He totally wouldn't have to work as a tailor if he could be a landlord instead!]

I didn't buy a house here we're all trapped here-- [Why was he bothering to explain this? Latvia should know this.] Did you hit your head since I was here last, because I totally don't remember you being this brain dead.

[balzams]

[He still doesn't get that whole 'last here' business. There are far to many people saying that for it to be an elaborate prank but... last here? Really?]

Everyone keeps saying that but I really don't remember anything!

Well, almost anything. It feels really familiar and I can't explain why...

[And then a thought hits him and frankly it scares him way more than it should do]

P-Poland, what day is it today...?

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[notyetlost]

You don't remember? Anything? Really?

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[notyetlost]

Oh my god, having amnesia is like totally tv soap! [As in daytime soap opera television.]

I bet you were like. Trying to woo Ukraine away from Estonia or something, so he slapped you with a keyboard and it totally wiped your memory.

Except it wasn't really you who was seducing Ukraine, it was-- DUN. DUN. DUUUUN. Your evil twin. Now you have to go on a journey of self-discovery to redeem yourself and regain your memory!

[And... Poland has completely deviated off the course and is probably making no sense.]

[balzams]

[Making no sense indeed but and after the initial look of utter bewilderment there's only one this left in his mind]

Was I really trying to woo Ukraine?

...

Did it work?

[Best to focus on the important matters.]

[notyetlost]

No, your evil twin was. Pay attention. I bet Ukraine really dug his handle bar mustache. Ladies totally like stuff like that, it's way manly.

[Poland points behind him.] Also I think your bacon is burning.

[balzams]

Mm!

[Latvia quickly dives to save his second portion of bacon. Luckily it's only a little singed around the edges and he serves it onto the plate at the table]

I don't have a twin Poland. Come on, be serious.

Did I really have a shot with Ukraine or not?

[notyetlost]

Well you don't have a shot with Ukraine either, but it's still fun to pretend.

[balzams]

Geez, don't joke about stuff like that!

[In a huff he sits back down and starts stuffing his face again. It's almost like he's completely forgotten about the whole situation until it slowly starts dawning on him again]

But seriously... when was I last here?

[notyetlost]

[Poland steals some bacon off Latvia's plate and chews on a strip idly.]

I don't know. Last time I was here it was 2009 but that was like three whole years ago.

[balzams]

That long...?

Well, I don't know about whole years. I mean it only just turned 2012.

[It's surprising how reasonable Latvia can sound while shooting him death-glares from the other side of the table]

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[notyetlost]

Dude what? 2012 is like totally almost over.

It's like October already.

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[notyetlost]

[And... suddenly something dawns on Poland, making him shoot up from the table with a shout. Little flicks of chewed up bacon spraying a bit.]

AHHHHHHHHH!

[balzams]

[Which causes Latvia to shriek and reel backwards, flipping his chair onto the floor as he stumbles back on his feet]

Oh God what is it!?

[notyetlost]

If I'm stuck here who's gonna supervise harvest?!

[This is clearly Poland's most pressing problem right now.]

[balzams]

My boss is gonna kill me if I don't turn up for work again!

[Collectively freaking out seems like the most productive course of action. Yes, definitely]

[notyetlost]

We're like totally screwed!

[balzams]

Just what kind of a cruel joke is this!?

[notyetlost]

Mayfield.

[Like not funny Mayfield! This was almost as bad as the time they brought him here the first time and made him miss his birthday.

Almost. Harvest was pretty serious stuff, but missing his birthday was totally unforgivable.]

[balzams]

[With a sigh Latvia puts the chair the right way up and sits down again to drown his sorrows in bacon]

I am too sober to be dealing with this right now...

[notyetlost]

You say that about everything.

[Although honestly a little wódka would probably help right about now.]