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alifeofendlessloops replied to your post: “My sister bought too much when she went shopping…I knew I should have...”:
What is a 'noodle'?
*Shows a bag of noodles to him, and taps the instructions on the back (conveniently in French)*
This is a noodle, and this is how you make them. If you want a bag, it will cost 5 of whatever currency you use.
My sister bought too much when she went shopping...I knew I should have gone with her...Now what am I going to do with all of these noodles?
...Maybe I should put them in the bomb shelter for emergencies.
Popcorn & Candy {mrunitedstates}
“Your sister?” Why, this was new information; apparently, Miss Liechtenstein was a fan of horror movies. “That’s resourceful of you, finding another person to come with. I’d have done the same.” He led them past the ticket venue booths and stopped by the concessions counter to purchase a bag of sour-patch kids. The prices were outrageous, as always, so he was lucky for having a hefty allowance; national privileges were a grand plus.
“Thank you for the invite.” Truth be told, he wouldn’t have had himself a happy rest-of-the-day if he hadn’t opted to ditch paperwork, so the break had been very much welcome.
…Hm.
“I’ll be fine.” That smile of his was uncannily content. “I actually enjoy horror films.”
See, people had this particular tendency to assume that he was a wimp whenever the supernatural was brought up or shoved into his field of view. Had a certain gentleman perpetuated this false assumption throughout the decades because fracturing the American’s reputation had been (and probably still is) one of his favorite pastimes? That was likely the case. Nevertheless, Basch wouldn’t have to deal with a sniveling, cowardly brat and would instead be seated next to one who possessed an utterly dry sense of realism.
They’d since finished buying snacks and were now seated in their designated theater. “And you? Do you think you’ll be able to make it through this without screaming once?“—that may or may not have been an indirect challenge.
Alfred’s smile had been a little too calm...maybe England had lied to him (and everyone else) to pick on Alfred indirectly. That was likely, actually. While Basch thought that over, he purchased a large cup of tap water, refusing to pay the “hefty” sum for a bottle that the theater was asking for. Honestly, it was all water. What the hell were people paying for when they bought bottles?
The promise of fresh spring water?
Basch snorted, taking his drink more forcefully than necessary from the man behind the counter.
When they were seated, and Alfred issued his not-entirely-unspoken challenge, Basch glared at him.
Did he really look like the type that got startled or spooked that easily? He snorted and looked away, frowning instead at the screen while he gripped his cup tightly. “Tch. You realize who you’re speaking to, right? I can handle fake horror.” He retorted. “I assure you, there won’t be any screaming or anything else coming from me this evening.”
Maybe.
Internally, he really hoped the graphics weren’t very well done...if they were, he may need to find a way to invite Alfred to stay over so he didn’t end up staying up all night. Him and horror...really didn’t go well together. He silenced any noises of anxiety that may have exited his lips by taking a drink of his water.
He would be fine.
...Probably.
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the before you interact page link has been fixed!
((I'm sorry, I'm trying to read the Before You Interact page, but it keeps saying it isnt being found!))
hi! sorry about that. the url is http://neutralterritory.tumblr.com/byi i thought i fixed the url...ill check again when i get on my computer! thanks for letting me know!...i cant tag on mobile so. ill just drop a hashtag. #out of ammo;;
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just wanted to let ppl know that ill be kind of scarce tomorrow on here and prussia! 4th of july, and fireworks. I'll probably be on periodically though! happy 4th, everyone!
...I don’t say “happy birthday” to people, but happy birthday to the only sensible nation in the world.
Player 1 Joins the Game {secondplayercanada}
“…You’re not Williams.”
Basch, unlike the other nations, was not ignorant to Canada’s existence. He really didn’t even know why no one else could see to notice him. Matthew was meek and didn’t really seem to leave much of an impression, but he was easy to pick out from a crowd.
And this guy, was not the Canada he knew.
His fingers twitched, the weight of his gun at his hip comforting. “I was supposed to meet with Canada. Who are you?” His voice was sharp, a sign that he was distrustful of the man immediately.
“I am Canada.” Despite Basch having a gun, the taller was surprisingly irreverent. “Well, another version of him anyway. I’m not your Canada, but I am a nation. Do you know of the another colour or 2p world? Thats where I’m from.” Canada pulled a hunting knife out of his boot and calmly sliced his arm, showing Basch the rapid healing rate that only nations and other similar being had. “Matthew woke up this morning sick as a dog, and he asked me to go for him because I wasn’t doing anything today.”
Well.
He couldn’t say that he knew of this...Another Color or whatever it was. And the guy sounded like he had been forced to give that speech a million and one times with as rushed as it had been. And then there was the cut...He really couldn’t deny that he was, indeed, a nation.
Just...a weird one.
It was obvious that he hadn’t heard anything about this “2P” thing, but he wasn’t interested in flapping gums over things he wouldn’t understand. It also made his skin crawl, the idea of another version of him running around.
He pushed that thought to the back of his mind and frowned.
“...Fine. But next time, I expect Williams to be professional enough to inform me ahead of time.” He grumbled, now more irritated that he hadn’t been told beforehand. “I suppose I should introduce myself then since this is our first meeting. I’m Basch Zwingli. Switzerland to you.”
Basch held out his hand to shake Canada’s, clearly still tense but willing to attempt civility.
My full name is Ivan Mikhailovich Bazarov. I am looking for my son, Volker. We were hiking, and we became separated when he went to pick mushrooms.
...”Bazarov.” That isn’t a common name here,
[Great. One of Russia’s people he supposed. He had better take care of them or else he’d have to deal with that mess. He lowered the rifle completely and straightened.]
I’ll help you look. If a child really is lost, then you’ll need someone that knows the area.
Popcorn & Candy {mrunitedstates}
A ring from four or five inches across the desk startled him awake and had him sitting up in no time. The previous dozer had conked out in his office while organizing a moderate stack of documents that’d been assigned to him a week ago; sometimes, he felt this intense urge to douse every Federal slip of paper in gasoline for the sake of fueling an unmandated bonfire.
“House of the Lord. GOD speaking.”
A pause.
“…I’m just playing. It’s Alfred. Whaddya need?”
Apparently, a certain Swiss guy had lucked out and didn’t have anybody to go with him to see the newest horror release. It struck him as odd to have received a call about this when they weren’t exactly the closest friends let alone allies. Still, a break from reading and rereading archive submissions was tempting.
“Perfect. Be there in a few.”
As stated, he then took to changing clothes and was at the mentioned theater 12-ish minutes later. Alfred spotted his person at the end of the lobby and strided over with his hands in his pockets; Basch wasn’t hard to separate from the crowd.
“Good to see you again. Before we enter, answer me this: why’d you pick a horror movie? I didn’t know you liked those.”
Basch had dressed casually; or as casually as he was capable of. Army green over-shirt, white t-shirt, pants the same color of his over-shirt, and the boots that had probably been his sole pair of shoes for years now. With the dog tags he still had around his neck, it was almost impossible for him actually call that look “casual.”
He greeted Alfred with a nod and a stiff, “hello.”
At his question, Basch’s face reddened and his eyebrows furrowed. Well, he didn’t exactly like horror movies. He probably handled them worse than his sister would. “...My sister wanted to see it, but she had something come up. So. I figured I would bite the bullet and use the tickets anyway.”
It didn’t need to be said that he just didn’t want to waste the money since he had already paid for them. It was just a given with him.
“That aside,” he murmured, face warming even more. “Thank you. For showing up. I wasn’t even really sure if you would considering what I’ve heard about your...tolerance for horror.” Granted, he only had England’s word to go by for that.
*THROWS UP HIS HANDS LEST HE GET PUNCHED FULL OF (blank) HOLES*
My son is lost! Am looking for him, nothing else! I was not even aware that this was private property, so please do not shoot me!
[He doesn’t lower the rifle, but he does move down the front steps of his house.]
Son? Hmph...State your full name, and why you thought your child would be lost here!
A Theory of Happiness {liachtaschta}
liachtaschta:
It was chance, or perhaps a little bit of luck, that Basch caught her on a day where her only obligations were with parliament. Of course it would have been the opposite of luck if he had caught her in parliament but it would have been much worse if he had caught her on a day where she would spend much of it in the LGT Bank.
Her phone vibrated, which considering her current location was not as unusual as it might have been, just as she was walking out the doors. She had intended to wander down Städtle to look for a bite to eat, and maybe even spend her afternoon there. But a quick glance at her phone’s screen paused any plans she might have made for herself, a small smile gracing her face – for she had not heard from Basch in quite a while.
She waved to a few of the others who had followed her out before taking the call.
❝ Brother – !! It’s wonderful to be hearing from you! ❞
Despite her original intention to pause and take the call in front of the parliament building, she found herself wandering down the street anyways. It was not as if she had anything to worry about aside from pedestrian traffic after all. She silently reasoned with herself that she only wandered to get out of the sun, as there was very little shade where she originally was.
Basch smiled very softly, so slightly that no one that didn’t know him would even notice. It was nice to hear her voice after so long. “Hello,” He started, just as awkward as he usually was when it came to phone conversations, though, for her, his voice lacked the edge it usually carried. “I hope I’m not calling at a bad time.”
He set an onion down, deeming it the lesser of the two. The other onion ended up in the basket with his few other groceries. On to the apples he went, and, once more, he ended torn between two of them.
“I just wanted to get in contact with you and see how you’re doing,” It was unspoken that he was concerned, as any brother would be, though he knew she was fine without him fussing over her. “You’ve been well I’m sure. But...It’s been a while since we last spoke.”
He cringed slightly.
I should start making time to at least call her every now and then. Basch thought. Silently, he promised himself that at least one of his less pressing part time jobs needed to go.
neutralterritory started following you
Please don’t shoot me.
What the hell are you doing on my property? Speak quickly, stranger!
[He keeps his rifle trained on the stranger (though it’s loaded with blanks, but the trespasser doesn’t need to know that).]
When you’re in front of the enemy, even if your hands are trembling - fight.
Kureo Mado - Tokyo Ghoul (via animegirl1363)
What’s Peace & Quiet Again? {americanmockingbird}
“Yeah, well, here I am. Besides, I thought you liked tourism?” He’d been in the area for business, and he’d decided to visit the surly hermit to see what the man was up to. Maybe it would even be fun, or they could go do something together; even though Alfred knew his personality tended to cause friction he did at least try to be friends with just about everybody.
“I’m here for fun, what do you guys do for that around here?”
He thought long and hard about what to tell Alfred.
Not visit people unannounced. No, that was too rude. He did like tourism after all. Not invade people’s private homes and lawns. No, still rude, and he still liked tourism.
Finally, he sighed heavily in resignation. Well, he might as well play tourist. Maybe Alfred would be kind enough to buy lots of food, passes, and useless trinkets.
“...There’s the Gurten, which has a nice view of the city, and has various other things there for children. There’s also the Rose Garden, which also has a lovely view of Bern. Old Town is also worth visiting; lots of stores and historical buildings if walking around aimlessly is more your style.” A pause to think. “There’s also a zoo, though it isn’t as grand as the ones in your country, as well as the Bern Historical Museum.”
A moment more of thought. “We also have a movie theater. Obviously.”
Summer {depassion}
Antonio pulled up to his home just a few minutes after Basch had arrived and noticed him standing at the door. He immediately felt bad. He should have known the other would be punctual and not thirty minutes late like himself. Quickly, he parked his car and got out to run up to the other. “You got here right on time! I’m glad I didn’t accept that invitation to talk with those girls after work you would have been here a while!” Antonio smiled and moved to unlock his door. He stepped in and turned on some of the lights before beckoning the other inside. “I’ll show you the guest room where you can lay your stuff down. I’m very excited that you accepted my offer.”
“It’s fine. I anticipated waiting longer actually.” Basch admitted, trailing after Antonio with his suitcase and churros in hand. Oh. Right. The churros. He toed his shoes off by the door, nudging them out of the way so he could lock up behind him. He didn’t know if Antonio was the type to leave his door unlocked when he was home, but Basch sure as well wasn’t.
He looked around, amazed at how homey the place was. Then again...he really didn’t know why he was surprised.
It was Antonio. Even he screamed homey.
“Thank you again for inviting me to stay. I don’t get why you’re so happy about it, but. Thank you. ...Please accept these as thanks.” He walked briskly to Antonio and held out the wrapped churros, his face warming with embarrassment. It was a weak offering of thanks, but hopefully helping around the house would be a better show of gratitude.
ooc; starters made/remaining
just wanted to do this for both myself and any followers that wanted starters but didn’t see them (because i forgot to @ them). also helps me keep track of ones I still need to finish.
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