thirteen.

[mounties]

A: 1447 Mitchell Road, backdated to Jan. 31

[She was missing yesterday, being operated on and stuck in the factory with all those other poor souls, so when she finally makes it back to her house the next day, she's looking a little ruffled around the edges, but not unharmed. Physically.

She certainly does seem confused when Kumarie and Moose want her attention, though. Animals are cute and all, but not really her thing.]

B: phone, backdated to Jan. 31

[Well it sounds like Canada, but the tone is a bit wrong. And way too loud.]

Hey everyone! I know you're all freaked out over the horrible things going on around here, but I wanted to promise you that the heroine is on the case and I'll have everything back to normal in no time. You're all really lucky to have me, you know, but how grateful you'll all be when I fix this will be thanks enough.

Stay strong, Mayfield!

C: around town, Jan. 31, Feb. 1

[If you look like you're struggling at all, or even just sad about whatever activity you're performing, you'll suddenly have a blone popping up, trying to assist you.]

Here, let me help!

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A

[achromous]

[As soon as she hears someone entering the house, she's running to go see who it is, even though she's not sure what sort of state she might find Canada in, given what happened to Netherlands. It's a relief, therefore, when Canada appears to be fine.

Though, given further consideration, it's worrying, too.]

You're okay! What did they do to you, are you alright?

[mounties]

I'm fine, kiddo, don't worry. [It's Canada's usual reassuring smile, although maybe missing some of the matneral vibes Hilda is probably used to by now.]

They just rooted around in my brain a bit. I got off easy.

[achromous]

[Something does seem off, which makes her worry more.]

In your brain? Are you sure you're okay? You remember everything?

[mounties]

Everything, I'm sure of it. My memory's never been better. [Absently, she raises a hand to trail her fingers across the side of her hair, curlier than usual, but it must just be the weather.] I mean, sure, it hurt and felt pretty weird but... It coulda been a lot worse.

[achromous]

If you're sure you're okay... I was really worried.

[Something's still off, though...]

[mounties]

Aww, I'm sorry I made you worry. But I promise I bounce back great.

[Gratuitous hair ruffle!]

Hey, I am sorta hungry, though. How about you?

[achromous]

[...Canada is definitely acting weird. It's like it's not Canada, or something. Well, the asking if she's hungry is kind of normal, but still.]

I'm alright. Are you? They probably didn't give you anything to eat while you were there... I could make you something?

[mounties]

That would be great, Hilda, I'm starving. How about I go clean up while you make stuff?

[achromous]

[Canada should definitely have protested that more. Still, she'll start heading into the kitchen.]

What do you want to eat?

[mounties]

Anything's good!

[She's going to the staircase, just talking louder to compensate.]

If we've got any beef left, I'd really like a hamburger, though.

[achromous]

Hamburgers?

[That's... Weird. But Canada can have whatever she wants now that she is back.]

I think we should have some, if you want!

[Hilda will go about making one!]

[mounties]

Thanks!

[And now she disappears upstairs to take a super-speedy shower and change, feeling grimy from all she was through the day before. Coming back to the kitchen soon enough, she's wearing the lone pair of pants from her closet, thanks to the drone previously filling the wife role here. It's something Canada has yet to do.]

Oh, something smells good~.

[achromous]

[It does seem like something was changed around in Canada's mind, but it didn't seem like Canada herself noticed. Maybe it was best to just go along with it? Even if it's unsettling...]

I haven't made hamburgers before, so I had to use a cookbook. I hope it's alright.

[mounties]

I bet they're great. [She's just... grabbing condiments and juice and assorted other things to eat now, because the kitchen table totally needs a feast for one (or two, if Hilda wants to join!) right now.]

You're a really awesome person to live with Hilda. I don't tell you that enough.

[achromous]

[Wow that's a lot of stuff; Hilda has made one for herself so she might as well sit and eat too...]

Oh, um, thanks.

[Cinccino joins her trainer in the kitchen, looking at Canada curiously.]

You're sure you're okay?

[mounties]

You're turning into as much of a worrier as... what's-his-face is, you know. I'm great.

[She is eating all the things.]

[achromous]

"What's-his-face?"

[Hilda sighs.]

Are you sure you're okay, Canada?

[mounties]

Hey! [Although perfectly fine a moment before, she probably comes off as downright pissed right now, annoyed with Hilda for not only doubting her, but getting her name grossly wrong.]

I'm America. Get it right.

[achromous]

[Hilda's startled enough not to know how to answer, at least at first.]

...You're America?

[In the end that's a really stupid response, she's sure, but what do you say to that?]

[mounties]

Of course I am. Are you confused, kid?

[achromous]

I thought--

[That must be what they did to Canada. She doesn't want to make Canada-America mad, though, and aside from that it seems as if she's alright. Maybe, therefore, it's better to play along.]

I'm sorry, I'm just really tired lately.

[mounties]

Try to get more sleep, alright? You don't want to go around getting peoples' names wrong.

Phone

[tomatatas]

... America?

[mounties]

The one and only!

Well, except for... you know what I mean.

[tomatatas]

Does Canada know you're here? ...when did you get here, anyway?

[mounties]

I've been here a while. I need to keep track of everyone, do I? Jeeze...

[tomatatas]

She's your sorella idiota. If you let anyone know that you're here, it should be her. I expect the same from Venezia.

[mounties]

Okay, okay, I'll go looking for her. I bet she's just holed up somewhere anyway.

[She honestly doesn't sound all that concerned. I wonder why.]

[tomatatas]

Good. Go find her, idiota. And be a little bit more worried, this place hurts people.

[As far as Romana's concern it's just because America is stupid]

[mounties]

She'll be fine anyway. Stop worrying.

C

[balaton]

[Hungary's stationed at her kitchen table, shooting anyone and anything getting too close to her lawn]

[mounties]

[Look who is on the sidewalk, one foot dangerously close to that lawn, and completely nonchalant about having a gun aimed in her general direction. Such was the life of a hero!]

What are you shooting, anyway?

That was supposed to be "kitchen window" oops ;;

[balaton]

Keeping people off my flowerbed. My flowers' been trampled on one time too many.

it's okay. /patpat

[mounties]

Oh! Is it working?

Re: it's okay. /patpat

[balaton]

Well, do you see anyone frolicking about?

[mounties]

... You're good.

[Casually, she goes over to Hungary, not too particular about her root to the window, so long as she gets there.]

[balaton]

[Was she dealing with a moron??] Stay back or I'll shoot! I mean it.

[mounties]

Ha ha, you can't shoot me. That's like shooting an eagle, silly.

[Your answer is yes.]