Obligatory Gate Entrance [Completed]
Character(s): Lithuania
Content: Lithuania arrives in Paixao and is immediately confused and also unaware of what a cliche he is being in acting this way.
Setting: Joutenheim gate
Time: evening
Warnings: none
Lithuania, upon arrival, was entirely unaware of having moved from his house at all, and so nearly ran into the dome, being mid-step through his kitchen moments before. His hands rose automatically to catch himself, and he found himself craning his neck back at a grand, arcing dome that certainly wasn't in Lithuania.
Tracing the outline of the dome into the distance revealed what appeared to be other bits of dome all piled together, and as he took a few steps back to gain a proper perspective, he saw the gate, and the place inside. A--a city, it had to be. Inside a dome? Where was this?
There was a line, and a booth at the end, with "information" helpfully labeled on it. That was a start. A small start. He got in line, the only dark-haired man amongst them, which struck him as a bit odd but not impossible, trying to puzzle out when he'd gotten wherever here was.
There was a thin device somewhere between a PDA and a laptop in size pressed into his hands as soon as he got to the booth, which he took automatically and with complete bafflement. The man at the booth, also blond, had a generic-looking smile familiar from people in this sort of position.
"Welcome to Paixao, sir, here's your journal, may I have your name?"
Lithuania blinked, first down at the journal and the at the man. Not another country, of course, so-- "Toris Laurinaitis. But--Paixao is where?"
"Right here," the man said as he wrote something--Toris's name, most likely--on a list and gestured for him to go through the gate.
"But which country, I--"
But the man was already talking to the next person in line, and seemed entirely intent on ignoring anything Lithuania was trying to say. Eventually he gave up and stepped through, trying to figure out what kind of place had enough money to put gold in the grass.
Content: Lithuania arrives in Paixao and is immediately confused and also unaware of what a cliche he is being in acting this way.
Setting: Joutenheim gate
Time: evening
Warnings: none
Lithuania, upon arrival, was entirely unaware of having moved from his house at all, and so nearly ran into the dome, being mid-step through his kitchen moments before. His hands rose automatically to catch himself, and he found himself craning his neck back at a grand, arcing dome that certainly wasn't in Lithuania.
Tracing the outline of the dome into the distance revealed what appeared to be other bits of dome all piled together, and as he took a few steps back to gain a proper perspective, he saw the gate, and the place inside. A--a city, it had to be. Inside a dome? Where was this?
There was a line, and a booth at the end, with "information" helpfully labeled on it. That was a start. A small start. He got in line, the only dark-haired man amongst them, which struck him as a bit odd but not impossible, trying to puzzle out when he'd gotten wherever here was.
There was a thin device somewhere between a PDA and a laptop in size pressed into his hands as soon as he got to the booth, which he took automatically and with complete bafflement. The man at the booth, also blond, had a generic-looking smile familiar from people in this sort of position.
"Welcome to Paixao, sir, here's your journal, may I have your name?"
Lithuania blinked, first down at the journal and the at the man. Not another country, of course, so-- "Toris Laurinaitis. But--Paixao is where?"
"Right here," the man said as he wrote something--Toris's name, most likely--on a list and gestured for him to go through the gate.
"But which country, I--"
But the man was already talking to the next person in line, and seemed entirely intent on ignoring anything Lithuania was trying to say. Eventually he gave up and stepped through, trying to figure out what kind of place had enough money to put gold in the grass.