vienas; phone/action

[vytis]

[This is the sound of Toris falling off the bed in a half-panic and knocking his phone off the hook at the same time.]

Ah-I-w-what is this? [Did he get invaded again he would have remembered that right is there someone else in that bed] Hello?

[And anyone at 1333 Benny street can feel free to tell him to get off the floor or whatever.]

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[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

HA HA HA

Seriously?

[vytis]

I've only just gotten here myself.

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

( Cue a bit of silence while Poland absorbs this information. )




Okay, okay, I totally got this.

[vytis]

Do you?

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

Uh, I totally just said I had it, right?

I'll totally think of a way to get us out of this, Liet, don't worry! I'll get us back home and you can see Latvia and Estonia again.

[vytis]

Latvia's here, too, actually...

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

'Kay, no problem; he's totally small so I bet he could fit. . .

But seriously, you can't hold information from me, okay? Like, we gotta be completely open!

[vytis]

Alright, but-- F-fit where?

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

In my flying machine? Duh?

[vytis]

[. . .] You don't have a flying machine.

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

Not yet~

[vytis]

Poland... Look--as far as I've been told there's no way out. We're not the only nations here, we're just a couple of the newest ones to arrive.

[SOMEHOW HE WILL GET THIS INTO YOUR HEAD]

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

Like, what did I tell you about being so negative? It's totally great that there're others here! They can like, help us get out of here.

[vytis]

No, I mean-- [should he really be talking about this on a line that apparently connects to the whole town] Where are you right now?

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

Like





I dunno.

[vytis]

[WELL THIS IS GOING TO TAKE SOME WORK] I-is there something with the address of the house on it? I could try to find it... [somehow. Without getting horribly lost in this place.]

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

You mean like, a letter or something? Yeah, I think so

( Poland sets the phone down and you can hear things moving around in the background. Shuffle shuffle drop clang shuffle CLACK CLACK CLANG CRASH shuffle, step step step. . . )

Like, 727 Andersen Lane.

[vytis]

[...What are you doing to the house, Poland. Well, never mind.] I'll be over in a bit, alright? Stay there.

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

( Oh, you know, looking for stuff. In the kitchen. Making a mess. You'll have to come and clean that up later, okay. Okay. )

Like, now? But I'm totally not even dressed and--

Liet my clothes aren't here! Bring me some clothes, okay? Seriously, I wouldn't be caught wearing any of these things anymore. . .

[vytis]

[Why do you think he would have clothes, Poland? It takes him a little while to figure out where the street is, and then where the house is, but he's knocking on the door now.]

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[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

( Hope you don't mind waiting for a bit, Liet. Poland is definitely home but it takes him a little while to get to the door. You can hear footsteps and you might see Poland peaking out a window to see who it is. Look, he doesn't know this place. . . he doesn't want to let any strangers in. He opens the door and peeks out behind it and-- )

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

( He's so excited to see his friend, he has to hug him. )

Omigosh, Liet, it's you! It's about time!

[vytis]

[Poland's being a bit more paranoid than usual, but that's pretty expected given the circumstances.] I don't really know my way around, I had to find the street.

[...It is kind of nice to know Poland is around too, though.]

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

Like, you took forever! next time don't take so long, gosh. Nothing happened on your way here, right? You're okay?

Tch, hurry up and get inside before something else gets us. . .

[vytis]

[>>] I got here as fast as I could. [stepping inside and looking around; it is pretty much the same as the house he woke up in, that's kind of creepy]

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[Poland those pajamas look ridiculous on you.]