[ America is standing in front of the large mistletoe in the orchard. ]

Have you guys seen this? And that sign over there? [ She points to the sign that says, "A surprise will come if all the berries fall!" ]

How do you think they fall? I tried throwing a baseball at it, but it didn't work. [ She frowns. ] I want to see a surprise, so someone ( Read more... )

[Here's a face on the vine you haven't seen in a while, although you may or may not have noticed its absence. And, for what it's worth, Canada doesn't look a bit different, right down to the slightly curly pigtails. She's looking more than a little confused, though.]Erm... under the assumption that there are still women here, I'm wondering if ( Read more... )

*A calm stoic face appears on the feed. She has a pretty face and her hair is cut just short enough so it can be tucked behind her ears. Her eyes are empty but alert. Surprisingly, a harsh and brash voice comes out of her thin lips once she decides to start talking ( Read more... )

[Should one be paying just the right amount of attention, a flash of pale blonde hair of someone hard at work could be seen in the background, just melting into a patch of sunlight against the trees in the brilliant afternoon behind Prussia. She stands there, hands on hips, grin stretching her lips, and eyes shining proudly.]Listen up, ladies and ( Read more... )

[ Greece stands in front of the mirror, her face expressionless.

In a comfortable silence, she stares at the screen for a few seconds, while petting the cat she picked up in her arms. She's wondering if this is some sort of odd yet realistic dream. It wouldn't be the first time... However, never a dream had felt as real as now. ]

Is this...? [ ( Read more... )

[ The vine slowly slithers in the grass, slowly following it's prey who walks upon the Garden. It's trail lays behind―far enough that it will not be caught, but close enough to keep watch ( Read more... )

[it did not take her a long time to get used to the vine and mirror communication, really. she has played with things like this before in her own house... the mirror shows her upper body, a young woman with bright green eyes and dirty blond hair falling over her shoulders just slightly curled at the end. she looks more annoyed than surprised, at ( Read more... )

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[ The last thing Amanda remembers is having fallen asleep in Clarice's cabin, but there's grass underneath her, not a mattress. She wakes slowly, squints against the sunlight as she pushes herself carefully into a sitting position. She's wearing white, a white dress that doesn't look like anything she ever owned, and the space around ( Read more... )

[ The first thing the feed shows is a young girl of slightly ambiguous age- she could only be a pre-teen at most, though- staring into the mirror very uncertainly, thinking out loud to herself. ] So it works after all... it's certainly unlike any other communication method I have seen before. I didn't think this sort of technology was invented yet ( Read more... )

[Nagato had been silent for a great deal of time, spending most of her self imposed exil estudying the world around her and indulging deeply in reading as much of what her library home had to offer. The current robot invasion, however, has caused her daily routine to be distrupted by the constant smashing and bashing noises that interrupt her ( Read more... )