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[Video cuts on a little erratically, a rather loud sound of giggling heard before the video calms down and the screen focused on Hungary with a rather perhaps familiar bottle lying at her side and a shot glass clutched in her hand.

Once she realizes it's going she coughs a little, smiling but trying not to go back to her little giggling fit. No, no she didn't just raid the alcohol for a time out of her mind, what are you talking about. Except that she kind of did and considering the bottle is more than half-empty and there's a few others around... well.]

You know! I haven't properly introduced myself to you new people yet, that's a shame.

[She pauses for a moment, taking down the shot in her hand before continuing. A proper role model she is, clearly.]

And I may as well. I'm Hungary, yes, the country, and I've been here as long as the others from the first go-around. And, by the way, boys and girls, you aren't allowed to touch this. I know I'm irresistible, but I don't think my boy-... ex-husband would much appreciate you doing so. Unless you want to talk it over with him, I'm sure he wouldn't mind too terribly much if you asked nicely.

Though beware, we do tend to cause bruises and bleeding even when having fun, so you have to have an absolutely tough constitution to keep up~

I may as well do a little bit of explaining, too. The other countries around here that you need to be wary about... You have Russia who's a communist asshole and thinks the world belongs to him, America who never shuts up and thinks he owns the world more, and Belarus who is a total crazy bitch who wants to fuck her brother Russia. Just a friendly notice~

If you have any more questions, feel free to ask. I'm feeling quite chatty today.

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Riding Crop for your Ex-Husband's Violin.

SH

[Give her a moment, adjusting a bit to read this.]

What kind of riding crop.

Interested?

>> Attached file RidingCrop.JPG - 64KB

I quite am. Though you mind if you bring it here so I can see it, first? I'm very particular about the make and feel of them, you know.

[ Have an eyeroll ] The corpses don't complain. I think the feel of it, should suffice.

And I'm not a corpse, now am I? [Light huff, crossing her arms over her chest.]

If it's not up to par with the quality we're used to, then I sincerely doubt he'd be too happy with his violin being traded. It's more to keep from having to hassle with him.

[At first it's just in the background. A clink of a glass hitting a table in frustration can be heard. Yeah, he's been at it too. He didn't want her to drink alone, after all. In the distance:] Damn it. Would you keep quiet--

[Now he's peering over her shoulder into the communicator, face slightly pink. Alcohol or just mortification? THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW.] Don't you... don't you remember I wanted that encrypted? That was supposed to mean I wanted it kept secret. And you had better be careful with the violin and this is only a temporary loan, mind you. You hear? I'm not trading my child simply to have constant access to some jollies. The crop is expendable, don't you forget it. I always have my hand.

[shit]

For the horses. It is a riding...

[no that's worse]

Forget that. There are no horses. Just forget everything.

[ Sherlock's not blinking. His intentions are clear ]

I just want the violin. Whatever you two decide to use it for is clearly none of my business. What else would you want in exchange? Cigarettes and other such substances I could provide.

I don't see any point in modesty. She's clearly in the mood to expound on the details of your intimacies.

That is exactly why I am trying to keep her quiet; nobody needs to know anything about our intimacies thank you.

When do you want it?

Really. She's practically a beacon of advertisement. Then again, most people don't take the time to observe.

- As soon as you two are done with said intimacies. I'm thankful we've reached an accord. I've promised Cambridge a song or three. [ Sherlock for, whoops its gonna be a while till you get that back, sorry babe ]

Does it look like we're engaged in any sort of act currently? I'm afraid I've had a few drinks and would prefer that you stop by perhaps in the morning to pick it up, rather than at the moment. But we're not doing anything, all right??

[Glaaare.] And they're pieces, not songs. Unless you can figure out how to give the violin a vocabulary it will never sing.

{He can be a very bitter drunk. :|]

[ Her lips are drawn over her teeth. Some would consider it a strained smile. Others would call it a sneer. Then, the few, that know the vengeance of a woman scorned knew it was a snarl. It's good the nano-tech acts as a translator because she's certainly not congratulating the bitchassho sloshing herself across the comm system with English in that tone. Is that a child crying uneasily off in some far sector of the ship? It must sense danger afoot.

Too bad Hungary lacks the brains to back up her beauty. :| ]

I am done avoiding you. I have purposefully kept out of your business in hopes that you would stop being such an embarrassment to our kind; but you are--

[There's a pause]

Drunk and boasting about yourself like a petty, pathetic, weak HUMAN. A young one at that lacking the maturity to be useful.

Just STOP existing, Hungary.

[If there was just one thing that would kill her buzz and sober her quickly, it was something like that. Particularly something like that coming from Belarus' mouth, of all people.

All giggling and happiness is killed off in almost an instant, her smiling turning into a frown and then becoming the familiar look of annoyance and irritation. Two could play at this game.]

Excuse me for wanting to forget about this place for one instance and not be all doom and gloom about the fact we're never going to be able to go back. Excuse me for wanting to forget the fact that certain others are here and would gladly take me back to times I wish were best forgotten.

[Low bit of a hiss, trying so hard not to let her voice show the anger.]

I'd think you the pathetic human here and far more useful than some knife-wielding crazy bitch like yourself. What have you ever done, Belarus? I can't recall a single damned thing you've ever done that's been useful for anyone but yourself. And you know the reason why you're alone as you are? Because no one wants to deal with your bullshit and your snarky and bitchy attitude.

Why don't you fuck off.

Why am I not 'fucking off'? Well, Hungary. That is simple-- you insist on perpetuating the shit and slander and expecting that everyone just SMILE and think you're a fucking angel. A victim. A martyr. That I am a wolf with the only intent of slashing throats...

[She's smiling, coldly. Her voice takes on a conversational tone, because while she is unstable when angry she's far better at manipulating a situation and her own facade when it benefits her-- so yes, you're right in part]

Cry wolf, Hungary. Keep crying until nobody believes you and you finally reach that point of no return.

You know, Hungary. Death is being a somewhat taboo and personally unexplored venue for our kind. But- [oh, and now she's really laying it on though she wants to grit her teeth and stab out the woman's eyes oh so badly; you don't even know] - poets and philosophers; our children, they are saying that in a way death is the epitome of escapism. Perhaps you can be leaving this hellhole after all?

[The comm is on a table because she's seen sitting back, arms crossing calmly]

I am not alone, Hungary. I have what I need when I desire it without the triviality it has given you. Clearly the married life has left you so bored that you must talk about others constantly.

You see, Belarus, the funny thing about that is is that you are nothing more than a rabid wolf. You can hide yourself as long as you wish, but your nature will still come out and you know it just as well as I do. And, truly, considering the situation? I would be considered the innocent one, I've done nothing that would be considered as dangerous while you're the one wandering around with a knife attached to you.

[Excuse her a moment, laughing and going to call her bluff right about now.]

If you wish me gone, then come find me and come kill me. See how far it gets you, see how much I care that you do so. If I'm human, then we'll know. If not, then, well, we'll still know. Why not make me the guinea pig to our questions of humanity if you believe me so useless?

[Not even acknowledging the bit about married life, not at all.]

[Snatching that thing out of her hand. He's been listening all along, sulking. It's a terrible place to be, agreeing to this extent with someone who's an enemy of a loved one. But that last sentence from Belarus is hitting below the belt, and getting him involved.]

L-listen. Leave me out of this. I don't want anything to do with this and to claim she's going off on this because she's bored isn't fair to either of us. Yes, I think she's being completely irrational [and this is said while he turns his head to glare at his lover] but... listen. The last thing she knew before she came here was battle. Please try to keep that in mind. To go straight from battle to waking up here. She's still feeling both defensive and vulnerable and I wish you wouldn't take any of this personally.

[He's trying, okay. He quiets down, speaking close to the communicator. Theeeere's really no way to say this without Hungary hearing...] I know she's perpetuating it, but you're giving her fuel by being inflammatory right back at her. You're from a time of peace, supposedly, aren't you? Show it.

[She's sitting there wondering what's more pathetic; the giggling drunk or the woman trying to articulate concepts that are so utterly ridiculous and sophomoric she'd expect it from a human centuries younger than the woman on the other side of her comm.]

I have been thinking, Hungary, about what you said.

It was hard to decipher from all the slurring delusions of grandeur but I am not the fool you find me to be... You see, I have survived by my will alone. So, yes. I am going to be concerned about seeking things for my own benefit because I do not rely on domesticity and allegiance to keep afloat.

[Domesticity? It's said like the very word is poisonous. Hungary could trollop around with her ex-husband and rely on his sense-making when she lacked it. Belarus was lacking in something she believed unnecessary. Nothing lost, everything gained.]

Do you really believe you are worth the blood on my blade? You really are being a strange and stupid woman, Hungary. Fate is so much sweeter than revenge. You will meet your end, but it will not be by my hand. [headtilt, thoughtful] Did you honestly believe that I have survived so long by merely cutting down those who anger me?

Impressive.

She's your lover, Austria. Perhaps you should be a little more involved before she does get herself hurt. [and she's a bit more subdued in her tone; leaning in-- funny how they're both trying to hide shit from Hungary] I am being well aware! I defended that woman to America when he did not understand why she could not be getting over it. So do not think I am misinformed on what is going on.

[oh, she's so angry she feels ill]

I tried, damn it! I have sat back while she spreads rumors about me like a CHILD and I am tired of it PEACE or not. She is beyond ridiculous!

[It's. It really is just a terrible place. You might catch the sweat glistening at his temples.] I'll work on it. I don't know. I just don't. But don't tell her that she's reliant on domesticity when she was the one that stepped in to save my life. And left after I dragged her down. Both out of her own volition.

[And naturally, belittling his own relationship is making him feel sick.] I just. I was married to her for forty years; hell, I lived with her for over two hundred. Maybe that means I'm jaded or conditioned but I'd like to think it also means I have an idea as to how to wait until she gets bored for things to die down.

[It's been a month, Austria. Uh.]

[Oh hell no. She's stealing back her communicator from Austria, glaring a bit at the screen as she does so.]

We do what we have to to survive and what I did was not about my own survival, so fucking learn what the reason for the marriage was or stop spouting things you don't know.

And if I die, then so be it, my ability to care is rather low at the moment. You stupid. Fucking. Whore.

[With that she's done, chucking her communicator at the room wall and forcing it to shut off from there. Though she's going to curl under the covers of the bed she was on.]

[Running towards her, ripping the covers off. No more running away from shit; that didn't exactly work when she tried to do it with the alcohol.]

You listen. I have had enough. I don't care how much you've had to drink; I've had a fair amount myself and I haven't lost my mind, although you're pushing it. I've sat back and kept silent because I know you needed to let off steam but this is excessive. Are you listening to yourself? I really, really don't want to say this but she's right. You're throwing baseless insults at her and inviting death upon yourself? It's not like you, it's not like any of us to want to throw caution to the wind and go to war without reason. You're attacking her because her existence offends you. Was she the one you were fighting before you came here? No. And I wouldn't go blaming her for being in love with someone who treated her horribly and doesn't take her seriously because, well, I'm still here with you, aren't I?

[...Well that just slipped out. Thanks, alcohol. Watch him freeze in terror at what just came out of his mouth. Just watch.]

[and she's tugging those covers right back with more strength than was probably intended. Though she was listening, really, she was. However, her voice is little more of a hiss at those last words.]

If I treat you so horribly, then get the fuck out. I don't want you to fucking stay here if it hurts you like this. I don't nee to be treated like a child and that's all that you're doing and proving my point.

Who gives a fuck if I want to, huh? We're not going home, we're not getting off this ship, what the fuck reason do any of us have to be here?

My one fucking shred of dignity, the one little, tiny, piece of it that was left has gone out the window.

Get. Out.

[Give him a few moments to breathe and collect his thoughts and recover from the proverbial knife going through him. His voice is small, weak and trembling.]

You are acting like a child, Elizaveta. I said it before and I'll say it again; it's unlike you. And it's frightening.

And don't talk like that. You really are acting like a human. If we were mortal, fine. It's probably not worth the wait for however long it takes them to solve this and send us back. But we haven't even figured out if we're mortal yet. And for God's sake I don't want you testing that, this is exactly what I'm talking about, you don't think about how your impulsiveness might affect me. Or in this case, your people. Did you ever think what might happen if we died out here? We can't know. And god, I'm the neutral one; I'm the one that's been stripped of my power, not temporarily, not stuck in a crippling situation for a time, no. Forever. That was the condition. If there's anyone who shouldn't care if they go back, it's me. But I do care. I don't even know what the hell I have left to go back to and I'm still not willing to risk it. And if you think that makes me a coward then you need to wake the hell up and look at yourself. [Muttered.] Talking about getting killed, Jesus Christ.

[Sort of a choked noise. Not even sure if he knows what he was holding back there.] Fine. I have nothing more to say.

[And he storms out. Rather unfulfilling, being unable to slam the automatic door behind him. Instead, he just bangs on it with his fist once it's closed and locked again.]

What's wrong with Belarus? Seems perfectly nice to me. I mean, there was a bit of a, um. Misunderstanding. Involving knives, but we cleared that right up.

She may not look it to the common eye, but she's absolutely insane. Chases after her brother, threatens people with knives, threatens people in general and is, overall, the most unstable country on this ship.

Oh.

Well, she seemed reasonable enough. With me, anyway. Maybe you, uh. Maybe you just did something to make her angry.

Other than existing, I've done no such thing.

See, I don't really understand you countries. It's absolutely impossible to keep all your interpersonal relationships straight.

I'm not communist anymore, Hungary, and I hardly see why you find it necessary to drunkenly spout slurs about myself and my sister.

[Have her disbelieving face, Russia.]

Bullshit. And they're hardly slurs when they're truth.

Truth, perhaps, but you constantly see fit to try and instigate things. Lay off it, it won't end well.

I have every reason to say what I do and to warn people of all of you. Don't try and act like you're an innocent, you're quite possibly the worst of the threats.

The worst, hmm? And yet I have done nothing here. If anything you seem to be causing more problems.

Preemptive. I know what you can and will do if given half the chance, now do fuck off.

Hmph, as you wish. I'll leave you to drink your self into a drunken stupor again.

If it gets the memory of you and your shit out of my head, then I'll gladly do so, thank you.

[Gonna just, condescendingly wave and turn off the comm then]

[ Rose is pursing her lips. More alcohol abuse. Not her favorite thing. ]

You've overlooked rather a large number of your friends. Japan is at war with him or herself, for one.

[Look at how much she cares from underneath her covers, after having grabbed her communicator again.]

Japan isn't a threat to anyone by any means, though. That's why he's not included.

You have no idea the danger my lunch meats are in. They can no longer vote in a pure democracy, but must be held strictly accountable according to the rules of an all-powerful monarch.

[What.]

There's other kitchens on other levels of the ship, I don't see why it's such a big deal?

They're free from oppression now. But how long will that last?

[ COMPLETELY. STRAIGHT. FACE. ]

[No, really. This is the most confused she's looked in a long time.]

It's just a kitchen.

I'm not sure you appreciate the severity of Japan's most recent offensive measures. The kitchen is, quite literally, the cradle of civilization. Without it, most modern-day humans and humanoids could not hope to survive. Would you throw us out into the wilderness and have us scavenge for berries and nuts? Or hunt ferocious beasts?

I can see why you would be chatty, madam. But you are a country turned flesh. Interesting. Anything is possible on this ship.

I am flattered that you found nothing rude to say about me, my dear.

[ A small smile, and he raises a hand to his chin, resting his head upon it. ] Russia is... different, this is true, but he is not communist anymore, my dear! He is socialist, like a lot of us, no? There is nothing to fear from him. And yes, little Belarus is... intimidating, but she is not so terrible. And very beautiful, one of the most beautiful countries I have seen...

[ And now it's time for him to daydream a bit, a little smile plastered across his features. ]

[ Whoops, where did time go. He snaps his attention back to the screen. ] Aah, bon. [ Oh, he just noticed the alcohol. That would explain a lot. He rolls his eyes, shaking his head. Drunks. Europe is full of drunks. ] How did you manage to locate alcohol so... quickly, my dear?

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ACTION JESUS CHRIST

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BY FINALLY SPEAKING HIS MIND, OKAY JUST MAKE HIM FEEL GREAT

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