[closed] at least the war is over
Who: Sweden (svensktiger), Finland (suomi_sniper), Denmark (yndigt_land), Norway (mystisk_norge), Sealand (peter_kirkland) - and possible Iceland (til_himnarikis)!
What: Sweden decides to venture to the kitchen, and runs into the Nordics (and Sealand).
Where: Kitchen.
When: Feb. 1, afternoon.
Since he arrived, Sweden had not quite left his room. It felt strange, being in a different place after being cooped up for so long behind his own walls. He was so used to being alone, to having his borders and barriers closed (except to refugees and those stubborn fighters that had to flee) that he was at a loss of what to do. After spending his morning inspecting his room and doing nothing but mulling over the same thoughts he had for the past years, his body finally gave a call for food.
It took him some time to find the kitchen (let alone finally decide to leave his new four walls), but he did, and quickly wandered around it. Sweden wanted to be in and out, before others came and he faced more explinations and more awkard silences. He needed time to think, he gathered, before he really spoke to the others. It would be better if he had his thoughts gathered and ready, rather than the jumbled mess of uncertainty they were right now.
But the kitchen - what a strange place! He was silently amazed at the amount of food and cooking equipment, especially so soon after the war. But still, it was good to finally eat without worry of there not being enough, or needing to send more away. He ate quickly, getting ready to leave as soon as he was able to.
What: Sweden decides to venture to the kitchen, and runs into the Nordics (and Sealand).
Where: Kitchen.
When: Feb. 1, afternoon.
Since he arrived, Sweden had not quite left his room. It felt strange, being in a different place after being cooped up for so long behind his own walls. He was so used to being alone, to having his borders and barriers closed (except to refugees and those stubborn fighters that had to flee) that he was at a loss of what to do. After spending his morning inspecting his room and doing nothing but mulling over the same thoughts he had for the past years, his body finally gave a call for food.
It took him some time to find the kitchen (let alone finally decide to leave his new four walls), but he did, and quickly wandered around it. Sweden wanted to be in and out, before others came and he faced more explinations and more awkard silences. He needed time to think, he gathered, before he really spoke to the others. It would be better if he had his thoughts gathered and ready, rather than the jumbled mess of uncertainty they were right now.
But the kitchen - what a strange place! He was silently amazed at the amount of food and cooking equipment, especially so soon after the war. But still, it was good to finally eat without worry of there not being enough, or needing to send more away. He ate quickly, getting ready to leave as soon as he was able to.