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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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[commie_island]

You know Belgium?

[welljustwatchme]

Yes.

You do, too, then?

[commie_island]

Course I do. Known her since I was little.

[welljustwatchme]

[There's a little sigh, and now she's sounding terribly dejected.]

Oh, I see. Who are you?

[commie_island]

Cuba.

[welljustwatchme]

It's nice to meet you. I guess.

[commie_island]

Not the best place to meet people I know.

So who're you?

[welljustwatchme]

I'm Canada.

[commie_island]

.......

What?

[welljustwatchme]

Canada. As in, British Dominion of. That cold place north of the United States of America?

[commie_island]

I know where Canada is. He's my best friend.

And you don't sound like Mattie.

[welljustwatchme]

My Cuba never calls me her best friend... But, oh, I was expecting that. Umm. The others explained it like there was another world. Where all of our genders are the opposite.

[commie_island]

....

[Blinks. About to say something but then remembers...]

Is that the world Romana's from?

[welljustwatchme]

It is, yes.

[commie_island]

Oh...

[Well this is ...some what awkward.]

Guess....that makes a little more sense....

[welljustwatchme]

[Everyone from her mother to her cousin Oz is suddenly a guy. Cuba, you do not get to talk about awkward. End of discussion.]

Don't worry, I know it doesn't make sense, not really. But that's how it is. I'm sorry.