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[welljustwatchme]

[As probably proven by her first day here, Canada's natural instinct when she wakes up in a strange place is to immediately try to get out. Holland is still asleep beside where she woke up, but that's fine, she'll wake him once she has a plan. Well, a plan that's workingBecause so far, pulling and tugging at the door with all of her considerable

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[It's warm in the room, mostly because of the tux he's wearing, with a yawn he reaches up to tug at his collar, only to feel . . . a tie? And his shirt buttoned all the way. . . he never wore ties, not when he could help it. What had they been doing. . .he sighs, tugging his collar open and rolling onto his stomach.

If he weren't for his notwife cursing at . . . something . . . why couldn't he just fall back asleep. He's trying desperately.]

[welljustwatchme]

[Nothubby you are useless.]

Go ifreann leat, you... ugh. [She is not giving up, apparently.]

[gezellighe]

[She should be grateful he hasn't seen her in that skimpy lingerie yet. But that ends when he rolls over with a grumble of complaint.]

What's got you yell--

[Stare. Not even a little shamed about it for a few moments, then he slowly brings a pillow to his chest, smushing his face into it. Red satin? The hell. . .]

[welljustwatchme]

[Canada turns around while he's still staring, but she's too irked at being trapped to connect that and her attire (which is useless for keeping breasts in place, she's already decided; lingerie is stupid).]

Nederland, please be useful.

[gezellighe]

How.

[Face still firmly smushed into the pillow. Cozy. . .]

[welljustwatchme]

Get up, for one. Maybe?

[gezellighe]

[He sighs, then sits up and sets the pillow down, rubbing at his head a little, hair sticking every which way. It's then that he realizes what he's wearing, and he takes off the coat. It's just too warm.]

[welljustwatchme]

[She opens her mouth to say something about his appearance, then shuts it, remembering what she's in. Although she's going to have to open her mouth to propose a plan, isn't she? If only she had one.]

It's locked and no matter how I pull on it, I can't get it to budge at all. And it opens inwards, so we can't just push it out.

[gezellighe]

[Yawn. Stretch.]

. . . should we both pull?

[welljustwatchme]

We should at least try.

[gezellighe]

[He stands up, focusing very hard on the door rather than on her; he gives it a few hard tugs himself, twisting the knob.]

On 3 we should pull.

[welljustwatchme]

[She nods, stepping close to the door again to take hold of the knob, one hand sneaking under his to be closest to the door while still able to turn it, the other resting over his.]

You count.

[gezellighe]

[So distracting to have her so close and looking so good . . . he counts.]

Pull!

[welljustwatchme]

[And she does pull, completely unaware that there's anything wrong with being this close to him when she's all debauchable and such. She is, however, aware of the fact that the door is not budging, no matter how hard they pull on it. Eventually she gives up, stepping away with a little huff, blowing that wayward curl of hers away from her face.]

[gezellighe]

[He's panting a little. Damn this suit. ]

It's the town, I'm sure.

[welljustwatchme]

Mm.

[Canada looks around, crossing her arms over her chest.]

... Well, what are we going to do?