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once there was a path, and a girl with chestnut hair [OPEN]

Aug 12, 2011 20:09

Characters: welljustwatchme and whoever shows up.
Date: During the event.
Summary: Politics and uncertain futures make for depressing dreams.
Warnings: None so far.

( isn't it a long way down? isn't it a strange way down? )

ukraine, *open, canada, the meta (agent maine), france

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sansbaguette August 12 2011, 23:19:46 UTC

It's a strange experience, being in a dream that isn't yours. Especially when you're part of it. France watches herself rush to Quebec from across the room, more than slightly baffled. Then she sees Canada walking away from the group, obviously upset, and quickly follows her.

"Chèrie! Canada, ma chère, wait!"

welljustwatchme August 12 2011, 23:23:59 UTC

Canada flinches, but she does stop, hands anxiously smoothing over her skirt as she half turns. Not realizing this scene has two Frances, she doesn't differentiate between the hugging she just saw and the calling of her name now. It must have been one in the same.

"Oui, France?" Not maman, not right now.

sansbaguette August 13 2011, 00:31:49 UTC

"Come here, petite," France says sternly, "What is happening?" This isn't her dream, quite obviously, where she started out after falling asleep. So... Is it Canada's? That would explain Quebec.

welljustwatchme August 13 2011, 03:55:05 UTC

"Isn't it obvious?" She's not looking at France now, certainly not moving any closer. Her anger has flared for a moment, but aside from clenching at the hem of her skirt with one hand, the one hidden from France by her body, she didn't let on. "I'm sorry, I think I need to go for some air."

fallenfreelancr August 13 2011, 13:56:52 UTC

Maine's wandering about the convention hall, trying to understand what's going on. She's got a thick sweater on sporting a picture of a moose, her hands shoved in her pockets. She watches the scene with France, Quebec, and Canada with interest, a slight curious rumble in her throat, and makes no move as she stands nearly exactly in Canada's path of exit.

welljustwatchme August 14 2011, 05:26:04 UTC

Canada mutters a quiet "excuse me" as she steps widely around the stranger. It's not until a few steps after that she realizes the key bit there: stranger. There's no one supposed to be at the meeting she doesn't know, so who's that?

She'll pause mid-step to think, half-glancing behind her.

fallenfreelancr August 14 2011, 23:02:13 UTC

[Maine turns fully towards her, gives a little shrug and jerks her head back towards the hall with a curious grunt, as if to ask what's going on in there?]

welljustwatchme August 15 2011, 08:16:13 UTC

[For a moment, there's just silent staring, before Canada realizes this must be another dream happening. Even then, though, she glances to the ground before answering.]

Difficult politics.

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dewy_sunflowers August 13 2011, 17:38:57 UTC

It was a strange scene, but one she had been in many times before, mingling with other nations and dressed in her usual overalls and old blouse. But what had been distressing was the fact that no one seemed to take notice of Canada for the strange brunette that France was all over.

She gave up the cookie she had been eating, where had she managed to get a cookie? She didn't dwell on the logistics and moved after the upset Canadian.

"Maggie! Where are you going?"

welljustwatchme August 14 2011, 05:29:10 UTC

The use of her human name surprises her -- so few of the other nations use it, usually -- and she stops, hands gripping the bottom hem of her skirt in an axious sort of gesture as she turns. That's not right. Ukraine isn't supposed to be here. Certainly not this Ukraine. So the Gardens are to blame, then, and Ukraine is seeing just what vulnerabilities Canada doesn't want anyone to see.

"Outside," she answers quietly, unsure of herself.

dewy_sunflowers August 14 2011, 05:41:57 UTC

Ukraine catches up and places a gentle hand on the younger nations shoulder. Giving it a comforting squeeze he heads outside with Canada, keeping quiet and now and then giving a glance over her shoulder. She wasn't too sure what she saw but she knew Canada's look of dejection and misery at being forgotten again. It upset her in many ways, especially when Ukraine herself knew how sweet and loving of a nation Canada was.

"What is wrong?"

welljustwatchme August 14 2011, 05:57:36 UTC

They leave the room everyone else is in, but getting out of the building itself proves another issue entirely. This is Canada's nightmare, after all; stuck indoors with no way out just adds to her tension, although Ukraine's presence makes the endless maze of halls easier to handle.

When her friend asks that, Canada stumbles a step, then stops as she rights herself, looking far off down the hall. "They support her," she says after a moment, voice nothing more than a sad whisper.

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