arcanarum

[Being taken to a new place during Belgium's sleep was not was she had in mind. Waking up in a completely different bedroom than the one she slept in was not her idea of a vacation. At least the room did show how her home was set up with decorations and a lovely pink rose colored room. It took her a while to finally wake up enough to be aware of different little things around her; like say that note and the mirror and key listed in the note.]

Wait.... Replace Little Red Riding Hood? What's going on? What is this place?

[Obviously she noticed the name of this place, but that didn't help tell her how she got here and what was going on. She was familiar with Little Red Riding Hood, but she didn't understand what they meant with her "replacing" her. Realizing this, she realized her clothing had changed as well. She couldn't help but to cringe.]

.....A dress.... Yeah... no. Is there anything else for me to wear here?

[After looking for a few minutes, she found nothing else. Giving a deep sigh, she ignored it for now. She had to let it go if she was going to figure out more. Grabbing the mirror and key, she looked around the house. She noticed the living room next to her room as she messed with the mirror.]

Is anybody there? I need answers now.

[OOC: Feel free to correct me if I did something wrong ;-;]

unionjackoff

[it's been a while. England finally bites the bullet and turns on the communicator]

Hello. I apologise for being so quiet lately. I'd also like to apologise for... My actions... Around Halloween. [he's ashamed, obviously, but he's trying not to show it] After that, I was put to sleep by the Rulers and. Now I'm back.

I'm also older. Much older. I believe I am up-to-date with most of the rest of my fellow countries. As you may have heard, Prussia was also put to sleep, though he's quite a few years behind me...

S-so... Yes, I'm here. [awkward pause before he turns off the communicator]

Current Mood: anxious

kartoffelstampfer

[Well. It's Germany. Again. But unlike before he doesn't look angry or irritated but rather aloof. Standing straight, shoulders squared and with his eyes fixed on the screen. He raises his right hand in a quiet greeting before settling it behind himself to join his left. Then, he speaks.]

Guten Tag.

It has come to my attention that, apparently, I wronged several of you in my past broadcasts by calling them liars, unreal and other things. I do not know each person's name, but I hereby apologize to everyone that I acted inappropriately towards. I had trouble accepting your words as true, but the recent events delivered enough proof.

[He lifts his chin a little, posture remaining exactly as it is.]

Separate apologies go to Spain and the unicorn Rarity, even if the latter has apparently... Left.

[And he perks a brow in a mild display of confusion. Germany still needs to figure out what all that means. But the moment only lasts briefly before shifting right back.]

To everyone I failed to introduce myself, I'm the Greater German Reich. A country located in Europe when not stuck in a mortal human body. Which is something I'm unwilling to accept and therefore am suggesting we come around to strike back. Because surely I'm not the only one that feels this way and has to get back. Nein. I don't care that they may be listening to this as well. Let them. Let them know that we're going to bring them down so they can prepare their cheap tricks in time!

[Beat.]

To the Allies present: You are excluded from everything i just said.

[Germany gives a brief salute before the feed ends.]

[[ooc: Gained denizen trait: Pride. Obviously.]]

scotlandthebrave

Sae, whit the feck is gonnae oan?

[The video is at first partly obscured by a cloud of grey smoke, and when it clears, the owner of the voice is shown to be a rather annoyed-looking redhead holding a cigarette in one hand, reclining in a chair and looking at the compact as if it has somehow offended him. He's wearing a suit and tie, rather like this one, and a brown overcoat]

Ah wake up lookin' loch Ah jist left a meetin' wi' thes.. mirror thin' in mah hain. Looks loch it cam it ay a lass's purse, but th' note says it's fur communication an' it looks tae me loch it's workin'.

[The note had said some other things too, but he's not.. dealing with those right now. He frowns, and takes a drag on his cigarette]

... Ah'm expectin' some answers.

kartoffelstampfer

[Somehow Germany has managed to turn on this strange communication device. Needless to say: He's thrilled. Like, not at all. All there is to see for now is Germany's face and bare shoulders. Note that fine red ribbon wrapped around and neatly tied at the back of his neck.]

So if these information are correct, this... Thing is to be used for communication. Fine. Then I demand to know what the meaning of this is. Which island is meant in these instructions and who-

[The nation grimaces and glances away from the screen, downwards to something he may be holding in his hand.]

Who is this Rapunzel person?

lusitania

[That sound you hear coming through your compact is from a bright red face of a nation, kneeling down and staring intently into the screen. This was the easiest way to get in contact with a lot of people, as far as he was concerned, and the frustrated Portuguese man was tired of trying to figure out his stupid compact by himself.

All he'd wanted to do was send out a text bulletin. The problem was, he couldn't understand how. And so, he opened his mouth to say something...]

♫ Caaan--someone help meeee? I looked into the mirror and...

[Well, this first so called transformation by the mirror had begun, and it had manifested itself in a deep, baritone singing voice in a familiar tune.]

And, I am not sure what's going on...♫

[Portugal snaps his mouth shut and glowers at the screen. All he wanted to do was send a message and save himself this embarrassment. His gift was his song, or something like that.]

paysdelamour

[Francis comes on the communicators, a healthy glow on his cheeks that had been missing for the past few weeks - And despite all the scrapes and bags under his eyes from their ordeal, he looks more like he's supposed to. The only thing that looks completely unnatural is the frown Francis has on his face.]

Mesdames et messieurs... I feel I must apologize. I had no idea my plan would fail, and that all of us would be placed through... such horrid things.

[He pauses, looking guilty as he sort of shifts around.]

I apologize. For everything. For the boat, for our capture, for all the suffering you endured... désolé.

[Francis slowly reaches over to his nightstand, and takes what looks like a photograph into his hands. He stares down at it for a moment, before he sighs and looks back up.]

Anyone who has had their clothes torn or ruined because of this - I will fix them. If I cannot fix them, I will replace them myself. That is all.

[And he cuts off the feed.]

paysdelamour

[The scene that appears seems to be inside one of the Navy housing units. To the right is a man that seems very familiar, one ridiculously fashionable Frenchman. To the left, off in the background, is Portugal, who is busy scribbling on something with his back turned to the camera. France smiles a bit before speaking.]

Allo, mes amis! We are busy working on the finishing touches, mais, with a little help from all of you, Afonso and I just might have a plan to leave this island.

[France turns to look over at Portugal to see how it's going along. Then, he turns back to the camera.]

We are planning on making a boat, in the dead of night, and then sailing off the island. It will hold all of us here... that much has been taken care of. What we need is your help to complete this plan.

Would you stop with the dramatics?

Oh, very well then, spoilsport. [Francis may have just given the camera the teeniest bit of a pout.

Portugal pokes his head up from behind Francis for a moment--he's carrying the blueprints to the the boat in his arms, and despite his tone, he can't hide his smile.]

Allow me to describe what is going on, without the Shakespearean touches. I have been informed that every person here can simply wish for the things they want, so we are going to use that to our advantage. Each person is to wish for one part of the boat, as to not arouse suspicion. I have my plans, here.

[He lifts the blueprints, holding them up.] But as for who is wishing for what, I am not completely sure.

[Suddenly, Francis' head pops up in front of the blueprints, his charming smile having reappeared.] And this is where I will come in, mes chéris!

The Rose district, to the North, is closest to the docks. This means that to avoid as much interference from the Rulers as possible, we will meet at the Rose district, use someone's home to summon the parts, and then send them through town to the docks. Ah, if anyone in the Rose district is listening, let us borrow your homes, s'il vous plaît! The sooner we wish all the pieces into being, the better.

From there, we'll all come together and build the boat in the night. I will be supervising the building, and I need to speak with those of you that have any experience in working with this sort of thing. I tried to make the prints as simple as possible, though.

As for any other issues, I will be the captain of the voyage. Needless to say, I have a little bit of experience sailing off the end of the Earth. [Now Portugal's smiling like an idiot.] Does that make sense?

Perfect sense, mon ami. [He gives Portugal a little bit of a smile, before turning back to the camera.]

Alors, to sum up: this will all be happening tomorrow night, into the morning of the 24th. Everyone will meet in the Rose district, and those that are building can take the big pieces to the dock first to get started. Then those that are imagine the parts and bring them to the docks will stay. The rest will follow Portugal. And of course, when it is complete, we may all leave this island.

I suppose this is all we need to say about our plan... mais, if you have any questions, please ask! We will be more than happy to help you. Meanwhile we should continue working, to make sure everything is perfect. Au revoir, mes chéris!

(( ooc: France is in Blue, Portugal is in Green. Both of them will respond to posts with their own threads, unless a response is specifically directed to only one of them. If you have any problems with the colors, please let me know on Plurk or AIM and I will provide a transcript! ))

xthearaneae.livejournal.com

[ He'd been laying low, slightly suspicious of the entire place and the things he'd been left with but he'd managed to find his way around to wherever these lodgings were. Last he remembered, he had been lying dead upon a rock but when he opened his eyes, boom. Here he was.

But this morning caught him in his room, staring at the ribbon wrapped present before him. He frowns slightly, a hand under his chin. ]

Strange.

[ A hand reaches out to attempt to pick up the box when it explodes and covers the demon with a shower of confetti and glitter. ]

[ There is an irritated silence. Clearly irritated. Man, this was just like home. ]

solitarynuvola

What is this package supposed to do.

[He'd shot an arrow into it. And it had exploded into glitter and confetti. Ew.]

paysdelamour

(( ooc: Action opportunity for Spain/The Selkie ;u; I LIVE WITH YOU NOW <333 ))

[The scene opens upon a backdrop of a bedroom, which seems to be decorated à la "Dungeon Torture Chamber". There are bars on the windows and cobblestone walls and floors, and the wall opposite is decorated with various old torture implements and devices - though the bed beside is rather lavishly decorated with various colors of red and black, in silks, linens, and velvets. Other than the new clothes, the person in the frame doesn't seem like he fits in the room at all; he is a handsome, blond man, with bright blue eyes and a little bit of blonde scruff on his chin. And, more importantly, he's giving off a smile.]

Would anyone care to explain to me why I'm in this place, and clad in nothing but black? I appreciate whoever wanted to see me naked, but really, you did not have to go through so much trouble, you could have simply asked me!

And it may be a little late to say this, mais, while I am into a little bit of roleplaying now and again, I'm not exactly a sadomasochist. I need to get to know you first, monsieur ou madame!

hyahahacool.livejournal.com

[Amakusa is seen chilling in a different place than his room- the tavern perhaps? He's sitting at a table, drink in hand-]

Don't really see what the fuss is all about, it was just some voice right? [takes a sip] Not like everything is actually going to be destroyed.

Now then! That's been said and done, whoever wants to come down here and have a few drinks with me is more than welcome~! I enjoy < cool > company! Hyahaha!

manliestmaiden.livejournal.com

[the face of a pretty young woman appears on your compact! she looks a bit flustered from the loud voice]

Sziasztok, everyone. Ah, I mean. Hello. My name is Hungary and I arrived here yesterday. I just wanted to know if everyone is alright.

Current Mood: anxious

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