IC//First Rescue!

[alfredherojones]

The hell...? I was out to get a cheeseburger from McDonalds, and I ended up here...?

This definitely isn't the good Old Glory. Uh. I may not be a geography wiz, but I'm pretty sure there's no place called Mel-a-nore in my country.

Where's my map...?

[Alfred cracks open a very large map of the United States. He's pretty sure it's of the world, though

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[misterunionjack]

[Arthur raises a brow at the familiar figure toddling down the road. As they pass, he dryly states,] That's the same map you've had since the 1940s, isn't it?

[alfredherojones]

[Alfred hears the voice almost immediately--he whirls around with all the boundless energy he's known for, a grin cracking his face almost immediately. Finally, someone he knew!]

For your information, Eyebrows, it's my old faithful, and it's never let me down yet. Nice to see you too, old man.

[misterunionjack]

Your old faithful security blanket, maybe, and I can't say I'm happy to see you. I bet, [he says as he turns to face Alfred more fully,] that you won't find this place on your map.

[alfredherojones]

That hurts, Iggy, that hurts. [He laughs, pocketing the large map and shifting his weight.]

It's not on my map, huh? You have an idea where we are, oh-great-and-wise-United-Kingdom?

[misterunionjack]

[And the slightest of smirks curves his lips and he seems to stand a little straighter.] Melanore, my dear boy. [Then it's gone and he's wry.] And it's England at present. Be more attentive to affairs outside your own borders, won't you.

[alfredherojones]

Yeah yeah. Melanore? Where the hell is that? [He folds his arms, looking around.] Maybe the Encyclopedia Britannia can tell me himself.

[misterunionjack]

[No one could've come up with a more painful combination of words. Being called Britannia was one thing, a know-it-all another. Between gritted teeth, he says,] Learn to make better compliments, and you did ask where we were.

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[alfredherojones]

[Alfred waves him off, hands on his hips.] Yeah, yeah. Iggy, seriously, how'd you figure that out? I've been studying this map for forever, and I swear it's nowhere in the world! You don't think it's like...a ghost town, do you?

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[alfredherojones]

...Because I watched a really scary movie about a bunch of people getting t-t-transported to some weird place one time, and they all got killed off!

[misterunionjack]

How many do you watch on a regular basis, lad? Christ. Do calm down. Wherever this is, I'm sure it's nothing your rose-tinted glasses can't handle. [He motions Alfred over and points at the sign over a bulletin.] I wonder what that says.

[alfredherojones]

Eh? I dunno. [ Alfred bounds over to the board, squinting as he adjusts Texas over his face.]

..."Welcome to Melanore." Huh. Okay. That's descriptive. [he frowns, reading over the full bulletin--when he turns to England again, his expression is a bit more serious, but still positively perplexed.]

England...what's 'spark'?

[misterunionjack]

[He follows at a slower pace.]

You're asking me? Well, as much as I hate to admit it, I have just as much as idea as you do regarding that.

[alfredherojones]

Huh. I figured you'd know, with your magic and stuff. Spark. Maybe this...weird city grabbed us because we're not like normal humans? [Alfred puts a hand to his chin, thinking. Time to put that ingenuity to work.]

Hmm...this is weird. Not to mention there's not a single McDonalds, and I'm starving.

[...or not.]

[misterunionjack]

Shush. There's that cafe behind us if you're hungry; it seems to be rather well-known around these parts. [He's thinking too, thanks to Alfred, and he doesn't want to admit that, either. He mutters,] Human enough, I should think. Typical.

[alfredherojones]

[Alfred grins and nods, then holds out his arm--the smile softens a bit, to something more friendly.]

Coming? Food tastes better when you have company, you know.

[misterunionjack]

[The older nation rolls his eyes.] Naturally, I'm coming to keep you-- [He lightly back-fists Alfred's arm.] --from troubling the staff.