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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.]

Comments

[video]

[godseer]

I'm just trying to help. Sorry if you aren't able to parse puzzles. The canals of your brain must really be waterlogged, and no wonder.

[video]

[handelaar]

...puzzles take too long. [Huff.] 'Course my canals are waterlogged, they're c-

[Hey wait... canal jibes? He peers a little closer at the screen.]

Are ya from Earth?

[video]

[godseer]

One of them. Though it no longer exists. My friends and I played a popular electronic game, and accidentally destroyed the planet with meteors.

[video] 1/2

[handelaar]

One of them.

[Just. This face.]

[video]

[handelaar]

[He gives his head a tiny shake and sits straighter again.]

Well uh. I'm the Netherlands, from a different one of 'em.

[He repeats his name on purpose and gives her a hard stare - he'd like a name to go with that face, and he's ask straight out, but since she must like games or whatever so much...

Well.


He tries. What is being lighthearted, someone help him.]

[video]

[godseer]

[ Poor Holland. ]

I'm Rose Lalonde. It does not rhyme with your alternate name. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[video]

[handelaar]

[Nah just get him drunk, works like a charm.]

Rose, huh. [He looks a little bewildered when the translator zaps away his accent - so far he hasn't thought about how he can understand everyone - but he gets over it quickly.] I haven't really met ya yet.

[video]

[godseer]

No, audiovisual communication really does not do a new acquaintanceship justice, does it? Would you like to meet in person?

[video]

[handelaar]

[So here's the part where he has to admit he only has a vague idea of where he is.]



Uh.

[He would, why not.]

Sure.

[But where is he...]

Y'know where the kitchens are?

[Spoilers: HE DOESN'T. ...but he'd like to eat.]

[video]

[godseer]

They appear to be frequently placed, particularly closer to the living quarters. I can send you directions.

[ Ping! Directions to several kitchens in respect to living quarters appear on his communicating device. The one nearest to Rose is highlighted. ]

Meet me there for lunch if you feel so inclined.

[video] >> [action]

[handelaar]

[He gives a nod, a grunt, and peers at the map. Alright, he's good with maps.]

I'm not payin'.

[No, he doesn't realize it's free yet - but with that he cuts the video feed, making his way to where she is in less time than most would make it. He's freakin' tall and walks quickly.]

[action]

[godseer]

[ She's sitting at the table in one of the kitchens, munching on a sandwich. She gives him a nod as he enters. ]

You'll find the fridge well-stocked. And its ingredients free of charge.

[action]

[handelaar]

[He wasn't sure if he should've gone for a handshake or not, but it's easiest to follow her lead and not think about it too hard - he nods back, and does a double-take when she says it's free.]

Everything?

[...handouts are a foreign concept to him.]

[action]

[godseer]

Yes. [ The sandwich is cucumber and cream cheese. ] With a surprisingly large stock of fresh produce. It'll run out before the month is up, I'm sure, but that's probably what the oxygen gardens are for.

[action]

[handelaar]

[And as such, he will glance down and silently send judging looks toward her poor sandwich. He's looking it over and...not seeing meat, there.

He's about to grumble that they should just grow things, but that last comment stops him - ]

What's an oxygen garden.

[action]

[godseer]

Another way of acquiring food. [ Munch munch. ] They improve the air quality for the plants. The science is a little complicated.

[action]

[handelaar]

So an indoor farm.

[His expression remains unchanged, except for his eyes - he is so goddamn curious. Really, he's hooked on whatever she wants to tell him about this place.]

[action]

[godseer]

Yes. One of many things with which this ship is stocked. Intended purpose, however, does not appear to be one of them.

[action]

[handelaar]

[He huffs and turns toward the fridge.]

You're bein' cryptic again.

[With another small frown, he jerks the door open, throwing a glance back at her - he gets what she means by that, sure, but goddamnit he just likes things to be straightforward.]

[action]

[godseer]

Force of habit, I guess. When you know as much as I do, you start to forget which parts are obvious to everyone else, and which parts aren't. It's lucky for you I've only been a Seer for a matter of hours. Soon I'll probably speak completely in riddles.

[action]

[handelaar]

[...draws his face out of the fridge, shuts it, and leans against it.]

Then tell me why we're here.





[He's ignoring how his stomach growls, there.]

Re: [action]

[godseer]

[ She grins. He isn't going to like this answer. ]

Because we were brought here. Sorry, I don't know any more than that.

[action]

[handelaar]

[Nor does he like the grin that accompanies it.]

If you're so smart, y'should know more than that.

[He shoves himself into sandwich-making again, though. Out come any meats, cheeses, onions, and condiments that he can find.]

[action]

[godseer]

[ Rose watches his choices of fixings. ]

Believe me, I'd prefer if I did. But here especially, I don't know everything. Just an inkling of the way forward. Right now, the best thing we can do is bide our time, and this ship's reasons for bringing us here will become apparent in good time.

[action]

[handelaar]

[Lucky for her he isn't being a weirdo and frying an egg to go on it, or something. Pretty normal Dutch-style dude-wich.]

Y'sound like Japan. So ya have - visions and shit.