[oo1] Welcome to the Collective Imagination

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[The first thing you'll notice upon your arrival, aside from the immediate strangeness of the surroundings, is a long table--it looks like someone's prepared for a conference, though a very small one. Of course, all appearances of professionalism disappear upon seeing--well--a unicorn (or is it a Pegasus? It's purple, it has wings, it has cat paws

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[redwhitenbread]

[He isn't even sure why he is here. He should not be here. He has to hurry. If he can't make it in time, and he is already late, Sweden will have no supplies left to get through the winter.]

[Why is he here?]

[Who are they?]

[His eyes widen. Witches and wizards, since they have a magical animal with them and are dressed strangely? What do they want?]

[Latvia winces and shakes and starts to back away, very, very carefully.]

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[Unfortunately for any attempts to get away, he's noticed--by the magical animal. She's quick to bound over to him.]

It worked, it worked, people, people! Hi! What's your name?

[redwhitenbread]

[He shakes harder and shakes his head hastily.]

I d---don't meant to be here! I did n-not meant to interrupt! I w-will leave!

[he knows about witches and those others that belogn to the devil. he has been Christian for most of his life, after all.]

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[Aislanna... Just thinks he's silly, and the most fun she's had in a while.]

Well yeah 'cause you can't think about here to get here! I think. I mean I'm always here. But you're here now and you can't leave yet! [She smiles brightly, as much as a creature with a horse's mouth can.]

[redwhitenbread]

B-but- Why can I n-not leave?

[Wait, this couldn't be Russia's doings, right? After all that man is kind of heretic... Maybe he can perform magic?]

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Well you don't know how yet! [She says this as if this is the most obvious thing in the world.]

[redwhitenbread]

[Still trying to get away, one step, and another, and another...]

D-do you know?

[His lips form, quietly, the words of the Lords Prayer.]

Tēvs mūsu, kas esi debesīs, svētīts lai top Tavs vārds...

[He has to be strong now. He has to be.]

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[And she's following him as he steps back.]

You think about being home real hard and POOF! But not yet 'cause you hafta get used to here before you can go there.

...Hey, what's that? Is it a secret language?

[redwhitenbread]

[What is she talking about? It really sounds like witchcraft. He has to go out of here! ...Yes, he panics now. Even more when she asks about the language. She did hear him? What if she tells Sweden?]

I a-am sorry, I w-won't use I again!

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[She tilts her head.] Why not? Is it bad?

[redwhitenbread]

[maybe she doesn't belong to Sweden.] Why am I here?

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Um. To play. With us!

[redwhitenbread]

[Play? That sounds nice, but on the other hand, witches... what to witches play?]

Wh-what?

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Play! Games and... Stuff! [She prances in an excited circle.] We're the only ones here but now there'll be lotsa people!

[redwhitenbread]

Wh-why?

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Why not?