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[A low sigh slipped past the brunette’s lips as she worked with the ridiculous little device, not figuring out the video part, but the voice thing worked just as well. It was probably better that no one saw her, anyway. Grungey and worn down was probably not going to help anyone by any means.]

If this is some kind of way to break me down into following your orders, Ivan, I’m not in the mood for playing these games. Just beat the hell out of me like you always do and leave it at that, it’s not as if I can really do anything against you or your little hellion army you’ve amassed. Are you truly that afraid of me that you’d leave me in a secluded place until I broke?

[Really, she can’t help a laugh, far more strained than it probably needed to be. There’s sound of her rustling about with who knows what, sounding like fabric at the time being.]

How cute. You leave me with my ring but take everything else from me, though I should be thanking you for the new clothing. It’s better than the dirty and ratty things I was forced to wear before. Is it meant to be some sort of weird welcoming present to my new hell and jail? I thought you were above such pathetic tactics.

[A soft snort, her voice calming down in tone and just sounding more apathetic than anything else.]

If anyone would care to let me know just what the hell is going on here and why they’re here, I’d appreciate it. I may as well meet the others doomed to this political hell.

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[A little girl's voice, maybe of 11, is heard clearly through the line] I'm fairly certain this Ivan character is not here. As for why we're all here? No one knows, either. Welcome to a lot of questions that a lot of people also have. Me, included.

Ivan, the USSR, if that makes things make any more sense.

Lovely. So we're all stuck in the dark with not a single thing to guide us. I really shouldn't be surprised by this by now.

I've...never heard of your USSR. I'm sorry. But, no. We're on our own, here.

... Used to be called Russia? Wonderful. Well, I suppose I should be polite. My name is Hun-... Elizaveta, that's it.

I've never heard of it. [you can't blame her when your solar system hasn't yet been made in her universe]

Elizaveta, I'm Chase. And maybe this isn't what you want to hear, but.. we've been kidnapped.

A pleasure, Chase. Unfortunately I figured as much.

I'm still trying to figure out the how's and the why's, but I'll come up with something. [ She's clearly trying to reassure you--or maybe herself?]

[... That voice. Oh. god. He'd been lying around motionless for the past hour or so, and to hear that voice.

His own voice is trembling, rather breathless, as his heart's racing, frustrated as hell that he can't just see her in person at this very instant. It's... bound to be awkward, when he does, for sure. But to hear her. His eyes are fatigued, but wide and anxious, the muscles in his face almost paralyzed.]

Elizaveta. Where are you, is there a way I can find you -- what happened? What did he do to you? I'll be there if I can find my way, but I can't figure anything out. I'm just as confused as you are, except that I suspected it was Ivan as well. Either Ivan or Alfred, but Alfred is here with us, so... I don't understand.

[...It's not really a wistful smile, but it's a wistful something.] They left me with my ring, too. ... Luckily my violin as well, and my cigarette case, which is empty and of no use to me other than being an absolute torture to look at.

Roderich. I honestly can't say, though there's this strange... number, if that helps you out at all? I was in the middle of fighting him far away from Budapest, so I'm not sure what that outcome will be.

At least you have the violin, right? I'm sure smoking on this... thing would be frowned upon, anyway.

_{[ video flicks on and here's America interrupting you! As he is prone to doing. He's sitting on his bed in his quarters, Tony nearby, though he wary of the alien since he's a bit scatter brained still. ]}

Ewwwww. Oh my God.

Okay, you two. Calm your tits. Before you get all boring and shit with your: Ohhh, Roddie, I missed you!
Ohh, Lizzy, you're alright!

I've got to figure you two out. Look, Roddie. Dude. USSR is gone. It kind of just exploded on itself in 1991. Surely you can remember that if I tell you.

And you. Fighting who in Budapest and why?

[RAGE. WHAT THE HELL. well at least it's distracted from some of the panic, right?]

What do you mean "ew." What. We're divorced, you idiot. She left me. I honestly just wanted to see if she was all right, but I'm not expecting any of that nonsense, so neither should you.

[Blink. ... Blink.] ...1991?? Are you kidding? It's 1955.

I don't see how he thinks we're going to get all sappy about this? I mean, honestly, I just haven't seen him in years, is all.

... And it's 1956, dear. Not 55.

E-exactly. Good lord.

[Okay wait, he expected to have to reason with America, but...]

...It's 1955. I just signed the agreement, it had the date on it.

[...ohshit] Was I asleep for a year, or something?

Wow. You both REALLY got your memory wiped!!
It's 2011, dude! A black guy is my president! Yeah, I know, it's awesome. I'm awesome.

Anyway, okay. What the shit ever. I'm here, so you guys don't needa panic and be like: Ohh, we're gonna die! I must confess things to you, aahhh smoochie smoochie~*~*~

Think positive before anything else! I'll get us out of this mess!
Is that ALL you guys got in your locker? Nothing to kick ass with?

[Wince.] Yes, I... I saw the number, and I would rather not talk about it. I've already tried to cover it up; I don't want to see it.

You were fighting him? What was going on? I wasn't fighting him, but I'd just agreed to remain neutral and the next day I ended up here, which made me think the entire decision-making process was a charade.

[Bit of a sigh, shaking that off.] I should take the violin out; at the very least once I stop shaking. Hopefully it won't disturb the neighbors.

[...Brightness coming back to his eyes, if only a little.] If... if you want to try and find me, you could listen for it. I still need to settle a bit, but I can probably pick it up to play shortly.

Understandably so.

I was, yes. I was trying to get freedom from him, to escape. He... wasn't taking too well to it, to be perfectly honest. I still think it was probably him that did this, though, it would make the most sense.

I think that's a grand idea, shouldn't be hard to hear around this place. And I can't imagine them separating everyone too much, it's not convenient.

[...O-okay going to bring it up just this once.]

What is your number? Mine is 157. If yours is close to that, maybe we're roomed near each other. ... And you're right, it... it is awfully quiet. I don't like it.

[After a long pause, he looks to the side, nodding his head.] I think I'll pick it up now. I've had enough of this disgusting silence, it makes me sick.

[And he takes his violin and bow from the case, briefly plucking the strings on the fingerboard with his left hand before playing. Ugh, gross, though. Bow hairs aren't tight enough. He adjusts, and finally continues. He's just playing some scales and exercises, as he doesn't want to attack any real pieces cold right now, but he looks a lot more... relaxed, if not a bit numb.]

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