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[The camera seems to be positioned in such a way that it's showing the snow falling outside the closed room in the apartment.]
I guess it can snow in a place like this after all.
[Then it shifts to him.]
...Anyone know where Danmörk is?
I guess it can snow in a place like this after all.
[Then it shifts to him.]
...Anyone know where Danmörk is?
It's about time.
...About that. I can't find him.
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Where did you get him/or her?
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[Definitely prefers snow rather than the normal dismal look of the city.]
...He's not in the hospital anymore?
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Nilsson. I found him on the way to the hospital.
[Norway gives the Prinny a friendly tap. The Prinny, almost too quickly, carols "hello, dood", and waves.
...And this display amuses Norway a little, but he shakes his head.]
...He wasn't there after New Year's. So. He hasn't died.
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It's nice to meet you Nils.
[True. Then where would he be?]
...Could Denmark have left because he wanted to because of something? Or do you think the scientists had a hand in this?
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["Nice to meet you, dood!" the Prinny replies, with as much feigned, gushing enthusiasm as a penguin-in-imagined-duress can manage. Yes, it can speak indeed, which means: sentience = not edible. If the chance came up, Norway would make sure to remind Iceland of this, even if, most likely, it would not be needed.
Still.
Norway doesn't seem to be completely there; what part of him that is present seems less guarded than usual. He's with his brother, so.]
...Him? I don't think he would've wanted to leave, even if he was pissed. It's the scientists, most likely.
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Then, it would mean he is still in this city, right?
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Meanwhile, Norway is thinking about Iceland's question, as he looks out of the window, watching the snow silently falling.]
I wonder. ... If he's gone, it's 'cause the scientists took him away.
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You're a brave one, aren't you?
[The Prinny nods vigorously as it could, responding, "Yes!" There even might have been a twinkle in its eye, Iceland noted.]
...Probably. Most likely.
[Iceland mutters the second sentence, thinking, and hoping for the best.]
It would be nice if we weren't so powerless. We don't even know the scientists's faces.
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Yeah. Understanding 'em go a long way towards solving the problem. Or dealing with 'em.
[He says, turning to his brother. By 'we,' he means their kind, the nation-tans.]
But there are lots of things we can't control, anyway.
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Yeah.
[He knows--Iceland had also been using that reference.]
I'm sure if we look around we'll be able to find out the important information we need.
['Perhaps even take matters into their own hands', Iceland hoped. But he was apprehensive about saying that since he kind of doubted even such a scenario given the scientists's powers and whatnot.]
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[Thinking for a moment, he remembers the communicators--his, that he left on the counter. And what he has been wondering about lately.]
Speaking of which. I don't like that they seem to be able to watch us. Always. 'n without Satellites ourselves, it's hard to keep track of others.
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[Not a comforting thought--and he's sure that even without the communicators they could be watching them.]
...We have no privacy. And because of our lack of Satellites, people can disappear without a trace easily and no one can find them until they 'return'.
[As far as Iceland knew, anything was possible now. But as he noted, and possibly like others here, it wasn't much of a good thing.]
I wouldn't be surprised if they could control the weather.
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You know, that makes these people stateless, 'n viable for asylum.
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Right, 'return'.
...'n hey, how's your cold?
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[Norway's question caused Iceland to pause--his cold hadn't been bothering him enough to hinder his movement, and his fever had gone down for now. Although he had been making sure a good amount of rest--especially after he had helped Norway with Denmark.]
Mm, it hasn't been bothering me much.
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You sure? ...What, England 'n Holland get off your back when I was gone?
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Or is it this place.
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