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[A. ❖ Action ❖ 5718 Cunningham]
[Belgium had just now woken up from a nap in a room she's never been in before.]
Broer, if this is some kind of joke it's not funny!
[She leaves the room searching for her older brother. Only to find a picture sitting on the hallway table.]
Who are these people...and why am I with them? It's gotta be photoshopped. If this is some kind of joke, then broer or whoever planned this really went all out.
Ehh?! W-wait a sec...I just realized something. These aren't the clothes I fell asleep in...and while we're on the subject of things disappearing, my ribbon's gone and I think I lost my phone too! What's going on here?
[Just then the downstairs phone starts to ring. Being right at the top of the stairs, she decides to go down answer it.]
Hello?
Um....I think you have the wrong number...Mrs. Vette doesn't live here. At least I don't think she does, anyway.
No, no, I think you're mistaken. I'm not married and...
Uh...yeah, bye. [She hangs up and decides to go to check out the kitchen.]
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[Belgium can be found sitting at the kitchen table sipping some coffee she had made not to long ago.]
This place...it's in the Twilight Zone isn't it...
[B. ❖ Phone ❖ A couple hours after A]
[Belgium has calmed down and is ready to let the good people of Mayfield know of her arrival.]
Ah...Hello~. My name's Belgium, but this place seems to think my name's Manon Vette and that I'm married. It all seems really strange, kind of surreal you know.
Anyway, I just wanted to ask a couple questions if that's okay~.
((OOC: Forgot to mention that this is forwarddated to after Shroomfield.))
[Belgium had just now woken up from a nap in a room she's never been in before.]
Broer, if this is some kind of joke it's not funny!
[She leaves the room searching for her older brother. Only to find a picture sitting on the hallway table.]
Who are these people...and why am I with them? It's gotta be photoshopped. If this is some kind of joke, then broer or whoever planned this really went all out.
Ehh?! W-wait a sec...I just realized something. These aren't the clothes I fell asleep in...and while we're on the subject of things disappearing, my ribbon's gone and I think I lost my phone too! What's going on here?
[Just then the downstairs phone starts to ring. Being right at the top of the stairs, she decides to go down answer it.]
Hello?
Good afternoon, Mrs. Vette. This is the Achewood Bakery and we're calling to find out why you haven't shown up for work.
Um....I think you have the wrong number...Mrs. Vette doesn't live here. At least I don't think she does, anyway.
Nonsense, I'm speaking with Manon Vette right now are I not? I never forget a voice.
No, no, I think you're mistaken. I'm not married and...
Oh, Mrs. Vette you're such a kidder! Anyway, I do hope you're feeling better and hope you will show up for work tomorrow. Well, Goodbye.
Uh...yeah, bye. [She hangs up and decides to go to check out the kitchen.]
[Belgium can be found sitting at the kitchen table sipping some coffee she had made not to long ago.]
This place...it's in the Twilight Zone isn't it...
[B. ❖ Phone ❖ A couple hours after A]
[Belgium has calmed down and is ready to let the good people of Mayfield know of her arrival.]
Ah...Hello~. My name's Belgium, but this place seems to think my name's Manon Vette and that I'm married. It all seems really strange, kind of surreal you know.
Anyway, I just wanted to ask a couple questions if that's okay~.
((OOC: Forgot to mention that this is forwarddated to after Shroomfield.))
phone; so if Netherlands is her not!dad is Belgium her not!aunt
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Anyway, there's one thing that's been bugging me since I woke up...how do I already have a job when I'm sure I've never seen this place before in my life?
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( ( Because if not, it's a race between Spain and Netherlands to beat them up and Spain's the faster runner ok. ) )
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oops, looks like LJ got this comment. . .
I guess I should say welcome at least, hm? Bienvenido.
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LJ has been eating random replies for at least a month now.
Other than the fact we're stuck here, not really...
thta's incredibly rude of LJ
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Broer's here too, huh. There's seems to be a lot of us he-- wait "kind of"? What do you mean "kind of"? I mean I can understand Canada kind of being here because he fades out sometimes, but not Romano. He's much too loud.
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Oh they're both women.
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WHAT!? Y-y-you're kidding right?
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Phone
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Nope this place isn't a joke. If it was, we'd be able to get home by now.
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If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been here?
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Here's hoping someone finds a way outta here soon! I mean if people have been looking over a year, they gotta be close to a break through right?
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Yeah, that'd be nice.
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I was hoping more of us would avoid getting stuck here.
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So you're trying to say there's more of us here?
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There's a startling amount of us here. I spoke to your brother briefly, Estonia, and Hong Kong off the top of my head. There are more though. [Here she pauses, sounding a bit strained] We are human now, I was told.
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I see... In that case I wonder if we can ever go back to our old lives if we can ever get back home or if we're gonna be humans forever now.
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I have heard people have been here years. [So yeah. We're all doomed. -- was the assumed meaning, right? Right.]
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That really doesn't sound good...
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...I have to rely on France or my boss to keep things going smoothly. [let's just let that one hang in the air for a second]
Merde...
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He spends most of his times at the BEACH, reading non-existentialist texts. I am doomed.
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But if you want to ask questions, I'll heeeelp. So will Bonaparte!
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Really? Thanks again I'm very great-- Wait, "Bonaparte?"
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A mom? Ahh...no...at least I don't think it does. I mean don't really remember ever having kids.
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