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[welljustwatchme]

A: action upstairs at 1447 Mitchell Road

[Immediately upon waking, Canada's fully aware nothing's right, nothing's as it was. Which has her in panic mode, ready to fight anything that comes at her while she explores the room she woke up in. It's nice, in its own way, except the door is locked and the drop from the window is a bit more than she's

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[Just as he was heading down the hallway to unlock the door for the drone wife, he hears a few loud bangs. Netherlands pauses.

That was odd for the drone wife; she never banged on the door. He slips the lock open, the pushes the door slowly, looking into the room cautiously.]

[welljustwatchme]

[Aaaaand that's when she slips the belt around his neck from her space beside the door, tugging hard and down on both ends of the straps.]

Where am I?

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[He coughs, weezing until he can't anymore without some kind of airflow. Holland attempts to reach behind him for her, trying to get any kind of grip, because he can't talk when he can't breathe, Canada.]

[welljustwatchme]

[This seems to occur to her after a moment.]

I'll let you go but if you attack me, I'll consider it an act of war. [Message delivered, and because she is still just a little too trusting, she doesn't wait for any sort of acknowledgement before letting up on the belt.]

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[He tugs a bit on the belt, panting; ow.]

Who are you?

[welljustwatchme]

Obviously a prisoner. Does it matter if you don't know?

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[Tugging a bit more]

Sorry about the door being locked; it wasn't on purpose.

[Except that it was, but only for the drone wife.]

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Of course not. [She doesn't believe him. And is keeping the belt around his neck. Sorry.]

Whose side are you on?

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[Then he'll just stay hunched over slightly. Holland isn't really wanting to give her a reason to strangle him anymore.]

Not on anybody's side. I think you're confused, but that's normal.

[welljustwatchme]

I'm not any more confused than anyone would be after waking up nowhere near where they fell asleep. [There's a little tug on the belt as she steps parially around him to eye his face.]

Are you German?

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[He'll tip his head back away from her, eyeing her back. Can you hear his disgust at that question. . .]

Echt niet! Definitely not. Dutch.

[welljustwatchme]

Oh. Sorry.

[So many different connotations to that 'sorry', said with that silly, round, distinctly Canadian accent. She lets go of one end of the belt, slipping it from around it's neck, but keeping it in her hand as she takes a step away from him, still eyeing him warily.]

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[He knows that accent; he really does, for all he talks to Canada. He still rubs a bit at his neck.]

. . . are you Canadian?

[welljustwatchme]

I am, yes.

pfft sorry random switching

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Hmm.

[He stands up straighter now. Let's get one thing straight.]

Well, even though this isn't a safe place, you don't need to attack me okay?

[welljustwatchme]

Have you been kidnapped, too, then?