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[tysthet]

{This is not his house. This is not even his country. There's photos of him with a strange woman lying around. This is not a good day. Quite the opposite, in fact.}

Nn... H'llå?

{A pause. Uhm. What to say, what to say? He wants to be kind of polite, but he's really freaked out here and he wants answers. And what about his wife? Where'd he get to? Is

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[battle_maid]

[Soft bit of a snort]

Welcome to Hell, hope you have a pleasant stay. [Someone's not in a good mood today~]

[tysthet]

{Does not compute. Does not compute. B|}

...wha--!?

[battle_maid]

In other words you're stuck here with the rest of us.

[tysthet]

Where?

...wha' 'bout m'wife?

[battle_maid]

The place is called Mayfield. Supposedly it's an American town, I don't know if that's completely true or not.

Might be here, might not be. It took a few days before my husband showed up. But when he got here, apparently I was beside him before he showed up. Even though I'd been here for days.

[tysthet]

Amer'ca's house? Hm.

S'weird.

[battle_maid]

He doesn't take any responsibility about it, either.

...Who are you, anyway?

[tysthet]

M'Sweden.

[battle_maid]

Didn't recognize you... They seem to like kidnapping countries lately, interesting.

[tysthet]

That so...