dvidešimt du

[vytis]

[When Lithuania wakes up, he has to scrub his eyes. It isn't often he has dreams that bad or that vivid, but he doesn't think anything of it, walking around the quiet house, until he hears the television, and hears his name. Was that really-- But he's not gone, that's obvious enough. A mistake?]

A; phone (or action for 1333 Benny Road)
U-um, I'm still here, actually...

[Lithuania's tone is incredibly subdued. He's just not feeling up to much of anything right now.]

B; around Mayfield
[He's not entirely sure he actually has to go to work, if he's "not here". More importantly, there are more supplies in the store, so he should at least see to it that his house is stocked properly. He'll be out in the stores today. Of course, this just means a creepy doppleganger is taking supplies you could use, right?]

(OOC: Lithuania's disappeared, so respond to him as if he were a doppleganger!)

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[vytis]

[Sighing.]

Because of this place. It's making him think I'm not myself, but why would anyone agree with what Mayfield says--no, it's because they did something, manipulated them the same way they insert memories or drone people, it has to be.

[Lithuania is far more talkative and cynical with alcohol in him.]

[bravabarber.livejournal.com]

(Figaro listens; he's a whole lot more attentive than he appears, and he's thinking fast about what Lithuania's just said.)

Have you spoken with the others on the list? There were so many who agreed to sacrifice themselves.

[vytis]

Sure. It's easy enough for us to figure out if we're real, they are too.

[bravabarber.livejournal.com]

Did you have a strange feeling when you spoke to them then? As if something was strange?

(This is the coup de grace; Lithuania's answer will determine where he stands in Figaro's eyes.)

[vytis]

Yes, it felt as if they weren't real. But I know I didn't disappear. That's why they only did it to some of us, I'm sure of it--it doesn't cause enough pain if everyone can figure out no one's gone anywhere.

[bravabarber.livejournal.com]

Eureka!

(Figaro snaps his fingers; it makes so much sense to him! That means that his not!daughter was NOT gone!

Now if only he could remember her name...

But he does give Lithuania a big hug.)

Grazie, signore Lithuania. Your words have lifted a huge burden off my shoulders!

[vytis]

[S-startled. But not stopping him.]

U-um, you're welcome?

[bravabarber.livejournal.com]

Come come, have another!! We must celebrate that all our friends and family are still with us!!

(Oh lord, now he's getting out the bottle of wine.)