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[france]

[ GOOD DAY TRANQUILITY. The screen flickers on to show a rather attractive albeit very naked Frenchman holding up one of the standard issue jumpsuits. ]

All right. Fine, I am obviously far away from home. I cannot feel the strong connection to my people, and the air tastes like metal. That is not my biggest concern. My biggest concern, to whomever put me here, is what am I to do with these? [ He shakes the jumpsuit in his hand, the material flopping over his wrist. ]

I will not wear it. I can not wear it. The colour is agreeable but the general design? It is worse than someone Chine would come up with. [ The jumpsuit is dropped and the video is moved to offer a little decency. At least now, the current inhabitants of the ship can only see him from the extremely hairy chest up. ]

So then, my question is this: is there any material in this place I may use to craft a new outfit? I will not wear clothes until then. [ And then a smile, a brilliant smile, one he's practiced many times and seems to walk the border of charming and creepy. ]

Aaa, and I should introduce myself, to any and all who may be listening: I am France, the country of romance, of love, of desire. I like to go on strike and make food for people! Perhaps if one of you would help me, I could help you in return? [ He doesn't really know how to use technology, so after a bit of fumbling and him jabbing at random things, the video finally ceases. ]

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[france]

Of course, you of all people mistake intent. I did not wish to greet everyone in such a fashion, but I fear as if I had no choice: I could not wear the clothing provided. But how can I expect someone to understand who still seems to believe that cravats are in fashion? [ Look, he can do low blows all day. ] No, of course I'm not all right. How could I be all right if I have nothing to wear? [ He chuckles. ] You are both obstinate, frigid, and beautiful. This is easy to see, is it not?

Oh, I see. [ He glances behind him, staring over at his bed, and returns this gaze to the small screen. ] So there is a blanket. That will be very useful, thank you. [ Now he's completely distracted, back turned to the screen as he walks over to the bed to examine the blanket. Luckily for you, Austria, he has not noticed the draining of colour. ] Perhaps in return for your help, I shall make you something nice. Perhaps. [ Off-handedly: ] By the way, America seems to think that you are from the 1950s. What an interesting imagination that boy has, no?

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[edle_gestalt]

I understand your intent perfectly. It does not make the inadvertent results of it any less rude. And I see absolutely nothing wrong with wearing a cravat for more formal events. Casually, yes, of course it would be out of place. But I see nothing wrong with it for formal attire. [Blushing harder.] I look nothing like her. [D-dropping the subject. 8(

Also, he did not need to see that ass. Looking away, tugging at his hair. Is it safe to look back yet? No. ... Still no. ..... No again. He probably shouldn't be checking this frequently...] It... that's true, actually. You may have come across people from different continuums. I'm under the assumption that I'm from the same continuum as the rest of the nations on board, but a different point in time. I am from 1955, to be exact. Hungary is from 1956. Surely the concept of time travel, especially in such a situation as this, waking up on a spaceship and all... isn't terribly hard to grasp.