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[fourseasons]

[The video comes on to show... well. It’s hard to see just yet with how Japan keeps shifting. But he eventually straightens himself and angles the communicator towards himself and Netherlands, who are squashed together awkwardly on a couch, Netherlands obviously attempting to stay perfectly still as he smokes. Japan gives Netherlands a certain sort of look (probably meaning to express “It’s on!”) before addressing the camera again.]

Ah, hello to those who are seeing this. I am Japan. [He even gives a little bow of his head to the camera before looking to Holland with clear expectation.]

[Netherlands, for his part, barely inclines his head - that’s all he’s willing to do at the moment.]

...Hm. [Japan seems to realize this with a sort of troubled face and just faces the camera again.] And this is Holland-san.

[Netherlands abruptly straightens up at that, throwing over a flustered glance as he huffs.]

Introductions are only polite... [Another look from Japan, this one almost scolding.]

[A low mumble that’s lost to anyone other than Japan, and he relents.] Yeah. I’m the Netherlands. [That’s really all he wants to say.]

Ah, so, forgive me if this message is rather unorganized, as we are still doing our best to find a way to deal with such a thing, but it seems that this sort of situation is--

We wanna know what the hell is goin’ on, here.

[Japan visibly stiffens at that, whirling his head to stare at Holland. How blunt... He’s obviously a bit... offended.]

[Netherlands shoots him a small look out of the corner of his eye - what?]

I suppose if it must be put in such a way... [He glances away from Holland with an exaggerated sigh.] Yes, we would like to know such a thing.

An’ if there are ashtrays here.

...Thank you in advance. [Japan’s looking just plain flustered by now, but he shuts off the feed to end that.]

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[Video]

[handelaar]

[In the meantime he grunts and stabs out his spent cigarette, of half a mind to roll another.]

Y'did that on purpose.

[Obviously. But. He just has to point that out, while sending her a good hard glare.]

[Videojack]

[edle_gestalt]

[Blanket flops over Hungary's shoulders, and a wiry hand nudges her in the arm.] Aren't you cold, dear? [All the :| in his voice. All of it.]

[Austria peers over her shoulder. Yeah, they're sharing a room, shut up.] I haven't seen any real ash trays, though I could be wrong; I've been using an old brass cigarette case I had on me. [A pause.] Could probably unhinge it and give you the other half.

[video] (hello!)

[handelaar]

[Oh, he knows that voice. Thank God, someone sort of sane. The only indication that he's a bit relieved is that he sits back a little on the couch.]

[He doesn't draw that conclusion, actually.]

If it's as nice as most-a your stuff, I don't wanna use it.

[video] (hi! :3)

[edle_gestalt]

[Austria is very grateful for that, thank you.]

[A small laugh.] It's nothing fancy at all. Although, come to think of it, I'm sure the kitchen has something that would make a decent makeshift ash tray. There is a kitchen; has lots of utensils and supplies there. Thinking of cooking something soon, actually, but I haven't gotten much of a chance to look at available ingredients. I'm sure there are lots of things I've never heard of, too. This being... you know. Wherever we are.

[video]

[handelaar]

[The flat look on his face says that he doubts that "it's nothing fancy", but he doesn't bother bickering over it. The kitchen sounds like a better idea to him.]

I'll check there, then. [A small worried look crosses his face, and then it's covered up with his standard grumpy expression again.] How much does food cost here, anyway.

...so y'think we're in space too then.

[He's not gonna believe it until he sees it okay.]