(Untitled)

[latchkeycolony]

Huh, what's this room? [Alfred peeks his head through a door, then realizing it's a REALLY NICE HOUSE (or at least looks like one as far as he can tell) he yanks his hand off the doorway trying not to get dirt on it. Oh shit, this place looks kinda classy.] ... Hello? Anyone here?

[Hm, we'll just step on through for a quick look-see! Only, as

Comments

[ingreatdeeds]

[ Oh well. This is certainly nostalgic, in a way. This America looks about like Aaron's own when he had first appeared in 1787. He just watches the other a moment, before stepping closer. ]

Tha doors do that sometimes.

[latchkeycolony]

I'm pretty sure doors aren't supposed to do that! [... weird, it's like looking into a mirror! Maybe this guy is a colony or country too. That'd be neat. In any case, Alfred sees no reason to not trust him. It isn't like any of the other nations he's met have done anything other than say hi and gtfo]

[ingreatdeeds]

Well, no, but that's HQ fer ya. [ Aaron headtilts slightly, looking the other over. It's been quite a while since he's seen a version of Alfred this young, and the Confederate's fairly certain he's new. Still, to be sure. ] Ya new here?

[latchkeycolony]

I must be! I'm sure I've never been anyplace this nice before, 'cept for England's house, and this doesn't look like that.

[ingreatdeeds]

Ah...I'm sorry ta say, but welcome ta Head-Quarters. I hope ya weren' too busy 'fore ya ended up here.

[latchkeycolony]

I was just working in the field... I hope I can get back before the crops go bad. [America is worried, of course - starvation is a very real possibility, but he's doing his best to remain optimistic. God wouldn't just drop him here without a plan, right? Right!] What's your name? I don't think I've seen you before, are you a country?

[ingreatdeeds]

That may be a problem. This place...no one knows how they end up here, 'n they don' know how ta leave either. [ He scowls a bit as he gives the information. Being in HQ so long, while on one hand he's thoroughly adapted to the place, he still wishes he could just go home. ] Confederate States of America, Johnathan Jones. Aaron if ya don' wanna be so formal.

[latchkeycolony]

Oh wow! Are you on the west coast? I'm America too! But, the British colony. Nice to meet you, Aaron!

[ingreatdeeds]

Down south, act'ally. What year do ya think it is, Alfred?

[latchkeycolony]

Somewhere around 1700, isn't it?

[ingreatdeeds]

Well, no. It's 2011 here...I'm from 1866. HQ...it basically takes people from diff'rent times 'n worlds and throws 'em up here ta "play nice".

[ He pauses slightly, before chuckling. ] I promise I ain't crazy or lyin'.

[latchkeycolony]

I trust you! [Alfred laughs.] That's kind of neat, actually! I guess that's why you knew me and I didn't know you - we meet later, right?

[ingreatdeeds]

Really? Most people don'...

[ This time Aaron gives a nervous little laugh, a hand running through his hair as he glances off. ]

Well...where I'm from, I showed up in 1787...and am yer br'ther. Well, tha br'ther of tha version of ya from my world.

Ah, right. There's multiples here, too. Li'e ya could met another ya.

[latchkeycolony]

[:D

Biggest smile ever at the 'I'm your brother' thing.]

That's GREAT! I've wanted a brother! I mean, I guess I have Canada but that's different, y'know? I like never see him and we only really argue about borders when we do get time together.

[ingreatdeeds]

[ ...well. That was taken better than expected. Aaron makes a mental note to ask his own Union if he had wanted a brother. ...or maybe he'd get a better answer out of his surrogate Union.

Moving on. ]

Well, if yer world's one where I show up, ya may git one as early as 1787. Have ta admit, ya do make a good br'ther.

[ Before everything turned tits up, atleast. He'll just. Not mention the war. This sounds like a good plan. ]

[latchkeycolony]

I do?! That's great! I'm not really used to other personifications or whatnot, so I was worried. [Yeaaaaahhh that not mentioning the war is probably for the best, he's not even independent yet.]