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[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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[He pauses at the entrance to the hallway and lets out a sigh, glad he got it right.]

I don't like this place.

[That's all he says to imply that he feels uneasy about not knowing where he's going when it should be pretty damn straightforward.]

[Japan doesn't feel he's quite as paranoid as Holland, but the same general feeling of uneasiness is there.]

It does not seem that many people are able to tell us a reason as to why we are here. How strange...

Maybe the person in charge knows. If someone's in charge.

[He keeps going, intent on entering whichever of their rooms they find first.]

Hm...

[He finds it difficult to believe this is something that could happen without someone in charge. It's just a matter of who. And why. ...And maybe where.

He turns over his bokken in his hands as they walk, thinking. It's only when the numbers on the doors begin reaching low enough that he glances up. How about Holland's room comes up first?]

[On the one hand, he does too - on the other, no one in charge is the worst-case scenario, and he's always quick to jump to the worst-case scenario.]

[He stops in front of the doorway and sends a quick glance to Japan as it unlocks upon their approach. Uh. Well. He pulls it open, and it seems like any other door. Which means...they probably can't go through at the same, he's not small enough for that.]

It's my room.

[And by that he means he'll go first, though he looks at Japan just to double-check.]

[There's a mildly displeased and hesitating sound, but Japan nods and sideglances, waiting for Holland to enter first. He just hopes it was all paranoia and he won't get locked in there. It had to be paranoia, right...]

[He shrugs and steps in...]

[And feels incredibly silly. Totally paranoia.]

Huh.

[It's...very spartan. And small. He's already eyeing the second bed and thinking of the best way to recycle that into something else.]

[Even in a spaceship where they obviously both don't know what's going on...

Japan doesn't want to enter without being invited. Especially now that he realizes it won't randomly close and lock. He does, though, peer inside a bit.]

Uwah, this sort of layout... [Like a movie indeed.]

[It takes him a second to notice, and at that he snorts, kind of amused.]

Y'can come in.

[In the meantime he's gonna poke around for a mirror, though he doubts he'll find one. Damn, he feels too big for this room. That second bed has gotta go.]

Ah... Thank you. [He gives a tiny bow and shuffles in sheepishly, taking a seat on one of the beds just so he can get a better look around.]

This is quite interesting. And it is more room than I would expect from space...

[Yes, he said more. But even he does realize it's small.]

Mm.

[There aren't too many places for a mirror to be, so he gives up his search and opens up his tin of hair wax, resigned to doing it without a one. He flicks his eyes up and pauses, one hand already halfway to his head.]

What's interesting about it?

[And with that he goes back to his business of kinda-sorta fixing his hair while standing near the foot of the other bed.]

[He settles with half watching Holland. That is, he likes Holland's hair, and so he can't help but want to watch, but he's mindful that it might seem weird, so he keeps glancing around the room obviously to try and hide it.

He tries.]

It truly seems to be a room for "passengers"... [He stares at his things, which he's set next to him on the bed.] While we are clearly not here by choice.

[It gives him the same sort of uneasy feeling that having a lucky number for a tattoo does.]

[Between running his fingers through it and obsessively feeling out how it must look, he catches that, but he just assumes that it's because there's nothing else to look at in here. It doesn't really phase him, other than a passing thought that maybe he missed a section.]

So it's like a massive prison. [A pause as a lock flops down into his face and he thinks.] There's gotta be somethin' we're supposed to do...

[He decides he's done messing with his hair, sits down on the opposite bed, and wipes his hands off on a spare pillowcase.]

Didn't miss a spot, did I.

[He rather casually leans over and brushes a small strand of Holland's hair in the direction he deems right before returning his hand to his lap on this opposite bed. Just a quick nitpicking, so he finds this completely normal. Yup.]

It looks fine. Ah, but yes, it seems like there must be some sort of greater purpose, but it is not clear what that must be, just yet.

[He isn't expecting that and tenses up, just his shoulders and a twitch of the fingers, he's weird about his hair... And then totally pretends that nothing happened there, wiping his hands off one more time.]

Thanks.

[He shifts so that he's sitting casually, for him - back straight, legs apart, arms loosely draped over them.]

Guess we should stay on our guard...hn, and keep in shape.

[Japan's very much on board with pretending it didn't happen, not reacting to Holland's tenseness. He simply returns the thank you with a nod, hands folding in his lap. He's sitting... formallyish. It's mostly just how awkward he is.

But at the keep in shape comment, there's an exhausted sort of look with a sideglance. Guh...]

Ah... yes, I suppose we should. [...]

I wonder if there is tea here.

[Yeah, he sees that look, and his brows knit in confusion.]

Uh. I don't mean now.

[He continues to look confused. Where did that come from?]

Might be, in the kitchens... [Curses under his breath when he realizes - ] No one said where the kitchens were, did they.

[He's just dreading the future, Holland, no worries. If he posts later because he needs rescue from pulling his back out or something, you'll know...

But he frowns.]

I have not heard of it, no... Hahhh. [he gets lost going to China's.... what is this going to be like...]

[He'd be torn between rolling his eyes and smiling, as long as he didn't get lost trying to find the place. Speaking of such things - ]

This place needs a damn map.

[With that he leans against the wall behind him and glances around the room, just taking in how bare it is.]

More paintings, too.

It is bare, isn't it...

[He trails off and sighs lightly. He wants to go home. Even if he can't really recall ALL of the reasons why, he knows he wants to. But yes.]

At least this is not something to face alone.

Mm.

[That is actually an "I'm kind of lost in my own thoughts but sort of heard that" noise, and not the usual one of agreement.]

[He snaps out of it and flicks his eyes down, slowly nodding.]

We're not that far from each other.

[Hmm. He grows quiet himself before there's a faint sort of smile.]

Quite different from home, isn't it?

'Bout the only good thing so far.

[...sorry Japan, your pal is a downer.]

[It's okay, Japan has a strange liking for that sort of thing. WHO KNOWS.

But he does lose that already faint smile at that, growing quiet. He's kind of right, after all. This situation is seeming less hostile at least, but it's still...

Hmm. He just fidgets a bit in his seat. Maybe things will become more clear in time, but it's becoming apparent that there's really nothing for them to do now aside from wait.]

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