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[unionjackass]

[The feed begins with a sigh from England's end. Though he can't be seen, he runs a hand through his hair, stretches his arms out, feels several pops in his spine and wonders when his bones will really creak like France's or like, God forbid, China's.]

Didn't realise I'd have a new iPhone upgrade so soon or, dunno... find myself on this bloody ship.

I-- I'm not really one for blogging or regular broadcasts as if I need validation by them; not, ah, not that there's anything wrong with blogging or broadcasting regularly, it's just not for me.

[Having gotten that awkward gem out of the way, England clears his throat.]

At... at any rate, I suppose introductions are in order unless of course we've already met. Waking in a gravity couch is no excuse for poor etiquette! There's a lot of things that aren't an excuse for bad manners, really...

I'm here now and I'll have to make the best of it, that's all.

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[inafadingcrown]

[With a mildly amused tone] When one is offering introductions, it is usually best to begin with one's own name, is it not?

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[unionjackass]

[Oh-- Oh, what a lovely first greeting! England blinks in surprise and his cheeks colour a little as he glances off to the side sheepishly.]

Ah, well-- Yes, usually-- but-- last I announced my proper name there were... mixed results. [He fixes his gaze back on the screen and Galadriel and, by the tiniest smile forming, it's evident he knows it was a joke. He just--manners, okay!!]

We weren't introduced properly before, I don't think. [Beyond his love for Tolkien's work, Arthur is so incredibly happy to be able to see and speak with Galadriel. His understated enthusiasm is only dampened by his remorse at her and the others--if the halflings and elves and dwarves are still on board--that they should remain here.]

England. I am a country. I-I also go by the name of Arthur Kirkland when I work with humans. Normally I might be met with disbelief and so I'd not say anything but--for you... Lady Galadriel. Unless--should I call you something else...

[He's just. Going to contain himself and his freckles and very red ears now.]

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[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, England. This is the most singularly adorable introduction that she's received in quite a while.]

'Lady Galadriel' will do quite well. I confess that I do not understand how a single person may be a country, but given all that I have seen since my arrival here, I am certainly willing to listen. [Before she decides that you are a little "off."] How should I address you? Will 'Master Kirkland' suffice?

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[unionjackass]

[He cracks a smile that's sincere and bordering on bashful.] Y-yes, or just England is fine.

As for nationhood--oh, where to start... I'm a little over two thousand years old. I've seen many nations rise and fall, and I'm afraid that I don't know why we exist in flesh, but... We simply are. When a people--humans--gather and form a society, the idea begins to take shape, and one of us simply ah--happens. [scratches at the back of his neck. This is the most awkward part of explaining, because they really aren't certain.]

It's thought some of us were human. Several of my former colonies I simply found as very small children crawling alone in the wilderness, or the forests of their land. [looking nostalgic, but the moment passes relatively quickly.] R-right, anyway, there were great ancient mothers--Britannia who was mine of course, Gaul, Greece, Egypt... they tended to the great ancient civilisations of the west until time and the Roman Empire brought change and... w-well, their deaths a-and... leaving their sons to it.

[England pauses, his cheeks still a little red as he's embarrassed at rambling on for so long. He does love telling stories and explaining things, but he does hate to impose.] My brothers and I, we're islands--chilly, rainy, stubborn islands. The economy and culture are our health, the land and production are, ah--[CLEARS HIS THROAT]--what we are physically. We connect most with it and with our people, and our human leaders are above us, so to speak; making decisions hopefully for our benefit, though that isn't always the case.

I'm rather like a ship who's weathered many storms and many captains! Yes, that's a good way put it.

I'm so sorry for such a long explanation, really, but I hope it was clear enough.

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[faithfulservant]

Monsieur, introductions usually require a name.

[Voice] always wanted to tag Javert TODAY IS MY DAY

[unionjackass]

You're quite right. I feel less inclined to broadcast my name across an entire ship; and instead open a, er... More amicable line of dialogue first. My name's Arthur Kirkland, m'sieur, and yours?



[ooc: yup no it's not like I play Valjean and am going to stalk AX's Les Mis cast from the shadows or anything NOPE ok sorry just letting y'all know I'm a big fan]

[Voice] Glad to be of service!

[faithfulservant]

[Javert can't help but raise an eyebrow at the strange statement. Most tend to introduce themselves before starting a dialogue... However, he was more curious about the fact that Kirkland had been on this ship before. He was not aware that this could happen.]

I'm Inspector Javert, yet titles mean nothing here so Javert will suffice.

[There was a brief pause before he continued on.]

You were on this ship before?



[OOC: Please join our cast! Valjeans are so rare! I would be delighted!]</small.

[Voice]

[unionjackass]

Arthur Kirkland, m'sieur. Unfortunately yes I was, around seven months ago.




[ooc: Will definitely consider! While we're on the subject, is it alright if England is familiar with Les Mis? He's not the type to blurt out 4th wall things at all. If not that's totally okay!]

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[handelaar]

[Just for funsies he's speaking in English.]

Mm - again. You're on this bloody ship again.

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[unionjackass]

[Good because he's not speaking Dutch.

And even if he did, it would probably be very rusty and not all that pleasing to Ned's ears.

So in a way, he's really appreciative.]

... Yes. Again. I see you're still here as well. I'm sorry...

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[handelaar]

I wasn't missing back home, though. [Sigh. No real need to answer, he's just checking despite having heard it a dozen times by now, and continues.] Guess you didn't remember when you were home either.

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[unionjackass]

It just sort of happened. But, no, no you weren't missing. We had quite the Halloween party.

voice;

[za_rodina]

Do you really group new iPhone upgrades and appearing on spaceships together?

[Yes, he focuses on the most important things.]

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[unionjackass]

Both are inconvenient, unpleasant, yet somewhat intriguing.

[Hullo to you too, Russia.]

Still just you and old Ned?

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[za_rodina]

Well. [A pause, agreeing, and Russia laughs a bit under his breath.] I cannot fault you there. But yes, just the two of us -- and you again, I suppose.

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[unionjackass]

You--suppose. [Repeating this skeptically because:] I'm not a figment of your --

2/SOMETHING

[unionjackass]

[-- Ah. Wait. First, this is Russia and second--]

3/4 NOT SORRY

[unionjackass]

[He's been here for a while now. England you twit, don't taunt the wild bear be rude.]

Um.

4/4

[unionjackass]

Y-Yes. I'm here now.

Again. Interrupted an interesting Bonfire Night unfortunately. November 2013, by the way.

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[handelaar]

I'm not old!

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[unionjackass]

It's a figure of speech! I may be the oldest anyway...

[endeavors]

That's a good attitude to have. [yep.]

... I'm Andy.

[unionjackass]

I should hope so. It's carried me through many unpleasant circumstances. ['Unpleasant' he says.]

Hullo Andy, it's a pleasure. I'm Arthur, Arthur Kirkland.

[endeavors]

Nice to meet you, Arthur. How long have you been here? Just arrived, I take it?

[unionjackass]

Unfortunately. Nobody really likes being plucked out of their life and dumped onto a spaceship hurtling through God-knows-where in some different universe, though.