[It's pretty late. England should have gone to bed already, but he's had some difficulties getting to sleep the past week, between the mess with Andromeda and that monster they ran into. He generally prefers to keep these troubles to himself, but he knows he isn't the only one in the house that hasn't gone to sleep yet. America is still in the kitchen.
Eventually, England sighs and makes his way into the kitchen by the light of his tablet, moving as silently as possible so that he doesn't wake Sealand.
Wordlessly, he pads over to the counter America is seated on and leans back against it once he's next to America. For the moment, he's quiet, simply hoping that America will acknowledge his presence.]
[America is a bit more distracted than usual. At first, it looks like he's staring at his tablet, which is common enough for him. Even when he's too busy or cold to comment on anything, he reads through almost everything on it. But, really, he's looking at the map he drew, following the contours of his coastlines with his eyes over and over again. As a result, he doesn't notice England until he's right beside America, and America starts just a little before smiling out of habit.]
[It's been...an eventful day, to say the least. There's a lot to digest, involving both situational crises on a wide scale and interpersonal burdens.
England keeps tabbing back and forth on his screen; Shepard's post, the morning's obituary, and the mysterious old messages from deleted usernames. He's been fairly quiet most of the day except for when he needs to communicate directions or intent to America. He's still not over what happened to Sealand, and now he has the weight of Miranda's death on his shoulders, as well.
But they have to keep moving.
Only once they've settled in the leaky house with no bedding for the evening does England voice one of the things that's been on his mind, seated on the floor against one of the walls in the bedroom.] I think I've found something we can— occupy ourselves with.
[A short-term purpose, besides simply to stay alive.]
[America has hardly been quiet, even though he has been trying, more or less. He can't keep from chattering about one inconsequential thing or another unless he's occupied with eating or focused on the network. He's been pacing about, too, with an endless fountain of energy even though he probably shouldn't have nearly this much of it to waste. When England mentions something to occupy his attention--or at least his energy--he perks up immediately.]
[England always has trouble sleeping after they encounter a monster. But now, only a few days after they've finally gotten Sealand back, the fear is even worse; his heart still races as the creature pounds at the front door. He can't even think about sleeping. He stays in the bedroom long enough to make sure Sealand can rest, but it's not long after that that he takes his tablet and stations himself in the hallway by the front door. With his back against the wall, he sits and listens to the horrible scratching sounds of the monster, straining his ears for any sign that the door might give.]
[America has similar difficulty sleeping after any monster encounter, though it's more the fear of horror movies coming to life that stops him from even thinking about sleep. He'd just dream about the chance of the monster not going away before the door unlocks, anyway. America paces uneasily and can't stop himself from trying to squint out at the monster, not that he ever has much luck in that regard. He's not surprised at all that England is awake, too, of course, but considering how upset at him England has been, America doesn't want to start a really loud shouting match on top of the monster outside, so he doesn't say anything.]
I dunno if you saw, we had contact on the network from someone who claimed to be outside of Norfinbury, and seemed to know some things about this place. She said Norfinbury is near some town named "Kotzebue"? In "the Northwest Arctic Borough?" Do you happen to know where that is?
Hello! Um, like, so we haven't really talked or anything...but I was reading the whole thing with...House and Beckett...
[Awkward. So awkward. This whole situation is pretty much uncomfortable for anyone no matter how un-involved they may be and it shows on her face. But...no! She's sending this message with, like, a totally sincere purpose so she has to pull through with it! Ginger perks herself up as best as she can.]
I just wanted to tell you that I saw what you said about being...like, America? And people kind of acting like it was weird that you were saying some of the things that you said and being so invested. I guess, like, I can't totally get the personification thing very good myself because I'm not, like, an expert...but I think...I think it was really sweet! That you care so much about your people--your, um, citizens! Ah...
[She feels like she should say something else? She looks a bit lost for a second, looking down at nothing, her brow furrowing.]
I wanted to tell you that, like, it means a lot to me to know that someone would care so much if I got hurt. Sometimes, I feel super totally alone here? But...I don't have to if my country is here, right?
[America hasn't been in the best mood for obvious reasons, but getting this video does a lot to perk him up. He manages a grin for Ginger, because she's his citizen and she obviously seems really nice and hearing stuff like this always makes him happy.]
Hey! I love hearing from my citizens, so you can talk to me whenever. [Even though he doesn't know Ginger, he still talks like she's someone he's known forever. She's his, so he might as well have.] I'll definitely watch out for you and help you however I can. I'm a hero, you can count on it!
[The wall was an interesting find, but England is very grateful to be inside. It's not as warm as the Japanese restaurant was, unfortunately, but he does see a few scattered things on the shelves as he looks around; some kind of second-hand shop? It's fairly big, so hopefully they'll find something useful.
He nods at one side of the store, addressing America.] I'll have a look around over here.
[Meaning, of course, he expects that America will check the other side.]
[America, already regretting not staying at the warm restaurant, follows at England's heels for ten seconds before he catches on to what England means.]
Oh. Oh, okay, I'll look over there. [He trots over to the other side of the store.]
[England's voice is serious, and, honestly, exhausted. He's stuck to text correspondence for everyone else to hide the effect Beckett's death has had on him, but he knows America is going to be upset by this information, so he doesn't want to hide behind impersonal text. Besides, Steve might spread the intel, and England would rather be the bearer of bad news in this case than another one of America's citizens.]
There's something you need to know about that Joker fellow, if you haven't caught up to him yet.
[England contacts America early in the morning, while he's too restless to get back to sleep and the faint, imagined movements in his peripheral vision begin to distract him too much. Plus, with the weather as it apparently is this morning, the entire house groans and trembles unpleasantly beneath the force of the wind.
He tries not to disturb Ginger too much as he reaches to retrieve his tablet from the end table by the bed. She's a heavy sleeper, and besides, America probably isn't even awake right now. England will just leave him a message.
The video feed is of England's tired face, resting up against a pillow. Ginger can be faintly seen behind him on the bed. For a second, he tries to smile, but he's apparently dissatisfied with his own attempt, for it falls from his face shortly afterwards. When he speaks, his voice is quiet, so as not to risk waking Ginger.] Er. Good morning. I'm sure you saw Steve's post last night...
[England chews at the corner of his lip and averts his eyes from the tablet's camera.] Just. Thought it might be appropriate to contact you. So...Merry Christmas.
[Then, he seems to war with himself on whether to continue, a conflicted crease in his brow. When he comes to a decision, he clears his throat and makes his best effort at not looking bashful.] Hopefully we'll be able to meet up soon.
[A rather concise message, for England. He obviously didn't rehearse something nicer beforehand.]
[America's voice filters muzzily through the tablet--he's awake, which is amazing, but he obviously hasn't been awake for too long. Of course, for America, the confusion of early morning can last anywhere from fifteen minutes to an hour after he actually opens his eyes.] It's really been that long? ...Yeah, guess so. Merry Christmas, England.
[Today has been a tad...harrowing. He and Ginger have both been having issues, to put it lightly, and from the looks of the network, they aren't the only ones.
Thankfully, they're safe right now, but England can't quite shake the visions he's had of terrible things happening to her — and to the few other people he cares about here.
This, of course, means he needs to contact America. Just to make sure. He's probably fine, but better safe than sorry...
England's expression is clearly wound tight with concern and stress when he turns on the video feed.] Good evening.
[America looks pretty exhausted (and feels even more exhausted than that, if he wants to be honest today), but he still smiles when England appears on the screen.] Hey. Weird day today, yeah?
I'm sorry to contact you this way, but as it would affect Ginger, I am trying to exercise discretion in communicating this information. I ask that you give your response over text, as well.
[This doesn't come easily, but at least House is absolutely certain this is someone he can trust for at least one thing. The whole country thing is still weird, but it's useful sometimes.]
hey i need your help with something not right this second, but the next few days where are you? i'm helping kesara dig her tunnel
hey I'm northwest of the church and northeast of the school, sort of in the middle there, but I can be wherever if you want to meet up somewhere what's up?
[Even though this is text, somehow it feels like America would literally run out the door right this instant in the middle of the night if that was possible and House asked him to.]
[England doesn't contact America until fairly late at night; by that point, the date has almost rolled over.]
We found Dr. Watson.
I'm sorry for not contacting you sooner. His condition is improving, but he wasn't in a good way when we found him. I've only just gotten the chance to send a message.
[America picks up on the rustling sound--he's not sure what it is--and he picks up on the tone of England's voice and how he's saying it. But he can't put it together, or maybe he won't. His response is quick, though.]
[England is barely even out of the body bag when he checks his tablet, looking for an obituary and praying that he doesn't see America's name.
The last obituary is...is his, and it's disconcerting to see, but there's no sign of America. That doesn't mean nothing happened, though; they don't go up every day.
It's just hard to shake the consuming fear when such a huge part of him has been carved away. He sends America a video message from where he sits against the rows and rows of cold storage shelves.
The video shows that he's definitely alive, at least, and not missing any visible parts. But there's rising panic in his eyes, just beneath the surface of his expression, try as he might to hide it.] I'm back.
[America's reply is instant. He looks like he hasn't slept. That's fairly normal for him lately, except this time he really looks tired, like he's been feeling the exhaustion. Still, he's all energy now, excited and frantic at once.] England! [England, England. But something's wrong, right?] Are you okay? What happened? They took something, right?
[They've had a rough day...and they're sitting in the same building...but that doesn't stop Ginger from sending England and America Valentine's Day cards. Maybe it will cheer them up a little, she hopes! Or at least distract them.]
America is Beautiful, Brave, and Free! (these are all patriotic things people say) Things are hard now, I know, but just listen...!!! America is the land that I love on this day!!!!!
hey youre america right names davesprite former citizen from a different universe where countries dont got mystical spirit guides unless you count the ghost of the president i keep alive in my heart but thats not why im messaging so ive been gathering info on this place right and some old ass stuff from winter and andromeda said norfinbury is near someplace called kotzebue up in the northwest part of this state but i aint up on my alaskan geography trivia steph said youve got special mystical america knowledge on account of reasons any chance you could draw us up a map or give us an idea where kotzebue is if it existed in your version of the universe anyway heres hoping were lucky on that
[Yeah, she was told of the Nations, but she's still unsure what exactly it means.]
I, um. My name's Claire Temple. I recently woke up in the police station, without the ability to use my hands. The people I've been in contact with told me that you might be in the area, and possibly able to offer me some help.
[She takes a deep breath, feeling extremely humiliated by having to ask a complete stranger for help.]
If not, that's perfectly understandable - I do not want to disrupt plans. But I've been told you might be willing to help, so thought I'd help.
Of course! [America's tone is one of obvious concern but also brimming with energy to help solve this problem.] Yeah, we're--me and England and Ginger--right in the area, we can swing by, no problem! D'you need us to head to the station to help you out or should we meet you halfway?
[Once England has failed to convince Magenta, he sighs heavily and places his tablet aside, pinching the bridge of his nose like it will stave off the storm of unpleasant feeling that England has brewing in the distance.]
[What a long, horrible month. When he thinks about all the shit he's dealt with since coming to Norfinbury, he's pretty sure he'd rather be bombed within an inch of his life again. He's exhausted.
He's exhausted, so, of course, he's not sleeping. But he does that sometimes; occasionally he can fall asleep when he's ready, though it always seems a chore to get enough sleep to not get sick. But sometimes it's just impossible.
He's kept to an unobtrusive corner of this shitty bus garage shelter, writing, as he does when he needs to process his feelings or distract himself from them.]
[America's been in enough constant pain that it's difficult for him to get to sleep no matter what's been happening lately. He's been watching England on and off for a while, and eventually we crawls out of the nest of blankets (making sure Ginger is acceptably cocooned, of course) before going over to join England. It's obvious in the ginger way he sits down that he's hurting, but America's been doing his best to pretend nothing's wrong.]
How's your stab wound? [America speaks in a whisper, not wanting to disturb Ginger.]
[With no word from any of the people missing and no signs as to where they could have possibly gone, England didn't exactly have a great day. And he finds himself awake late into the night, too conscious with anxiety over what could be happening to America and Ginger.
And yet, despite that and the persistent edge of mania, he falls asleep. And when he wakes, they're back.
He sits bolt upright in their pile of blankets and leans over to shake America's shoulder, unaware of the injections and paralysis that will follow.] America? America!
[They've settled down in the sewing house to get to some constructing--and perhaps some decompressing. While nothing like home, at least this house is comfortable and familiar enough by now.
At the moment, though, England is painfully aware of how far away from home they are.
He's sitting out in the living room, away from the craft room and the bedroom where they've set up their nest. He's got the bottle of whiskey out, but he hasn't had too much of it, or not too much more than was already gone from the bottle when he started. He seems to be trying to savour it for the moment, simply holding it at the end table by the sofa as he stares out the window into the murky, snowy night.]
[The first thing America does, when approaching England, is do a quick mental calculation of how empty the bottle is compared to the last time he saw it. The next thing he does is sit down next to England, as close as he can get.]
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Eventually, England sighs and makes his way into the kitchen by the light of his tablet, moving as silently as possible so that he doesn't wake Sealand.
Wordlessly, he pads over to the counter America is seated on and leans back against it once he's next to America. For the moment, he's quiet, simply hoping that America will acknowledge his presence.]
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England keeps tabbing back and forth on his screen; Shepard's post, the morning's obituary, and the mysterious old messages from deleted usernames. He's been fairly quiet most of the day except for when he needs to communicate directions or intent to America. He's still not over what happened to Sealand, and now he has the weight of Miranda's death on his shoulders, as well.
But they have to keep moving.
Only once they've settled in the leaky house with no bedding for the evening does England voice one of the things that's been on his mind, seated on the floor against one of the walls in the bedroom.] I think I've found something we can— occupy ourselves with.
[A short-term purpose, besides simply to stay alive.]
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Day 81, an hour or two after Winter stops replying; @CaptSteveRogers; text
[...That still feels REALLY WEIRD to Steve.]
I dunno if you saw, we had contact on the network from someone who claimed to be outside of Norfinbury, and seemed to know some things about this place. She said Norfinbury is near some town named "Kotzebue"? In "the Northwest Arctic Borough?" Do you happen to know where that is?
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[Awkward. So awkward. This whole situation is pretty much uncomfortable for anyone no matter how un-involved they may be and it shows on her face. But...no! She's sending this message with, like, a totally sincere purpose so she has to pull through with it! Ginger perks herself up as best as she can.]
I just wanted to tell you that I saw what you said about being...like, America? And people kind of acting like it was weird that you were saying some of the things that you said and being so invested. I guess, like, I can't totally get the personification thing very good myself because I'm not, like, an expert...but I think...I think it was really sweet! That you care so much about your people--your, um, citizens! Ah...
[She feels like she should say something else? She looks a bit lost for a second, looking down at nothing, her brow furrowing.]
I wanted to tell you that, like, it means a lot to me to know that someone would care so much if I got hurt. Sometimes, I feel super totally alone here? But...I don't have to if my country is here, right?
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Hey! I love hearing from my citizens, so you can talk to me whenever. [Even though he doesn't know Ginger, he still talks like she's someone he's known forever. She's his, so he might as well have.] I'll definitely watch out for you and help you however I can. I'm a hero, you can count on it!
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He nods at one side of the store, addressing America.] I'll have a look around over here.
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Oh. Oh, okay, I'll look over there. [He trots over to the other side of the store.]
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@SceptredIsle; voice; night 102
[England's voice is serious, and, honestly, exhausted. He's stuck to text correspondence for everyone else to hide the effect Beckett's death has had on him, but he knows America is going to be upset by this information, so he doesn't want to hide behind impersonal text. Besides, Steve might spread the intel, and England would rather be the bearer of bad news in this case than another one of America's citizens.]
There's something you need to know about that Joker fellow, if you haven't caught up to him yet.
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@SceptredIsle; video; morning 104
He tries not to disturb Ginger too much as he reaches to retrieve his tablet from the end table by the bed. She's a heavy sleeper, and besides, America probably isn't even awake right now. England will just leave him a message.
The video feed is of England's tired face, resting up against a pillow. Ginger can be faintly seen behind him on the bed. For a second, he tries to smile, but he's apparently dissatisfied with his own attempt, for it falls from his face shortly afterwards. When he speaks, his voice is quiet, so as not to risk waking Ginger.] Er. Good morning. I'm sure you saw Steve's post last night...
[England chews at the corner of his lip and averts his eyes from the tablet's camera.] Just. Thought it might be appropriate to contact you. So...Merry Christmas.
[Then, he seems to war with himself on whether to continue, a conflicted crease in his brow. When he comes to a decision, he clears his throat and makes his best effort at not looking bashful.] Hopefully we'll be able to meet up soon.
[A rather concise message, for England. He obviously didn't rehearse something nicer beforehand.]
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@SceptredIsle; video; night 109
Thankfully, they're safe right now, but England can't quite shake the visions he's had of terrible things happening to her — and to the few other people he cares about here.
This, of course, means he needs to contact America. Just to make sure. He's probably fine, but better safe than sorry...
England's expression is clearly wound tight with concern and stress when he turns on the video feed.] Good evening.
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@SceptredIsle; text; day 111
I'm sorry to contact you this way, but as it would affect Ginger, I am trying to exercise discretion in communicating this information. I ask that you give your response over text, as well.
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@hotstud_xxx; text; Night 130
hey
i need your help with something
not right this second, but the next few days
where are you?
i'm helping kesara dig her tunnel
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I'm northwest of the church and northeast of the school, sort of in the middle there, but I can be wherever if you want to meet up somewhere
what's up?
[Even though this is text, somehow it feels like America would literally run out the door right this instant in the middle of the night if that was possible and House asked him to.]
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@itsybitsy; text; day 140 (this is Cee's fault)
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@SceptredIsle; text; night 143
We found Dr. Watson.
I'm sorry for not contacting you sooner. His condition is improving, but he wasn't in a good way when we found him. I've only just gotten the chance to send a message.
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@SceptredIsle; voice; night 149
[There is something very wrong in England's voice. There's no good evening, no well-constructed introduction, and no professionalism.
There's just longing, pulled thin with weariness. There's an occasional rustling sound of unknown origin against the tablet's microphone.]
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The last obituary is...is his, and it's disconcerting to see, but there's no sign of America. That doesn't mean nothing happened, though; they don't go up every day.
It's just hard to shake the consuming fear when such a huge part of him has been carved away. He sends America a video message from where he sits against the rows and rows of cold storage shelves.
The video shows that he's definitely alive, at least, and not missing any visible parts. But there's rising panic in his eyes, just beneath the surface of his expression, try as he might to hide it.] I'm back.
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America is Beautiful, Brave, and Free!
(these are all patriotic things people say)
Things are hard now, I know, but just listen...!!!
America is the land that I love on this day!!!!!
Happy Valentine's Day! (ó﹏ò｡)
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@hotstud_xxx; text; Night 173
[Suitably dramatic, he hopes.]
@featherydouche; text; night 169 if you don't mind the backdating
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former citizen from a different universe where countries dont got mystical spirit guides
unless you count the ghost of the president i keep alive in my heart
but thats not why im messaging
so ive been gathering info on this place right
and some old ass stuff from winter and andromeda said norfinbury is near someplace called kotzebue up in the northwest part of this state
but i aint up on my alaskan geography trivia
steph said youve got special mystical america knowledge on account of reasons
any chance you could draw us up a map or give us an idea where kotzebue is
if it existed in your version of the universe anyway
heres hoping were lucky on that
@notasidekick; audio; afternoon 189
[Yeah, she was told of the Nations, but she's still unsure what exactly it means.]
I, um. My name's Claire Temple. I recently woke up in the police station, without the ability to use my hands. The people I've been in contact with told me that you might be in the area, and possibly able to offer me some help.
[She takes a deep breath, feeling extremely humiliated by having to ask a complete stranger for help.]
If not, that's perfectly understandable - I do not want to disrupt plans. But I've been told you might be willing to help, so thought I'd help.
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@mlaurin, voice; day 265
How are you handling things?
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You can't do this.
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I don't know how to fix it. [He doesn't know what else to do.]
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action, night 290
He's exhausted, so, of course, he's not sleeping. But he does that sometimes; occasionally he can fall asleep when he's ready, though it always seems a chore to get enough sleep to not get sick. But sometimes it's just impossible.
He's kept to an unobtrusive corner of this shitty bus garage shelter, writing, as he does when he needs to process his feelings or distract himself from them.]
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How's your stab wound? [America speaks in a whisper, not wanting to disturb Ginger.]
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morning 331, action
And yet, despite that and the persistent edge of mania, he falls asleep. And when he wakes, they're back.
He sits bolt upright in their pile of blankets and leans over to shake America's shoulder, unaware of the injections and paralysis that will follow.] America? America!
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At the moment, though, England is painfully aware of how far away from home they are.
He's sitting out in the living room, away from the craft room and the bedroom where they've set up their nest. He's got the bottle of whiskey out, but he hasn't had too much of it, or not too much more than was already gone from the bottle when he started. He seems to be trying to savour it for the moment, simply holding it at the end table by the sofa as he stares out the window into the murky, snowy night.]
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See anything cool?
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