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[riflerosti]

[ A Phone Call/Action for household members

Hello Mayfield. Have one very angry phone call with an unhealthy amount of what sounds like a fist punching a table in between every other sentence being said. ]

This look's like America's house, it's clearly tacky enough... Is this someone's very poor idea of a joke?! This is clearly a violation of my

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A; phone

[webfreedomftw]

Don't worry, you can still be neutral here. It's not America's fault, at any rate.

[riflerosti]

[ congrats, there's a pause in the angry punching noises and the sound of a deep breath being taken. ]

...Estonia? What's going on?

[webfreedomftw]

[Success.]

I regret to inform you you've been kidnapped, Šveits. Along with about half of the European Union, if that's relevant for your time. We don't have a way out as of yet and I would advise you to be very careful of things like communism.

Action

[walking_nuke]

[There's someone else who's doing some gun shopping himself! Balin happens to notice Vash looking through each of the firearms on sale. Maybe Vash happened to see what Balin's looking for?]

Yo, buddy, you happen to see a 12-gauge shotgun or a .45 caliber handgun on sale here?

[riflerosti]

[ immediately looking grumpier and more tense at being called "buddy", but he does grunt in acknowledgement and point out a handgun along the lines of what the stranger is after. ]

I suppose this is as adequate as you're going to get in this place.

[walking_nuke]

[Balin looks over to where Vash is pointing. He frowns slightly, but goes to get a closer look at it.]

Yeah. You'd think they'd have a Colt 1911 or somethin' on sale here. I mean, this is'a Fifties.

[He sighs.]

Better'an nothin', though. 'Specially in'is town.

aaaaaaa

[kleinefurstin]

Switzerland?

Your things should be returned to you, soon.

[riflerosti]

[ oh.

the punching immediately stops. ]

Liechtenstein?! Where are you speaking to me from? Stay calm, I'll come and find you.

[kleinefurstin]

Ah--[she didn't expect that?] My address is 772 Bunker. I don't know where you are, so I don't know what directions to give.

[you wouldn't want them, anyway...]

[deflowers]

[WHAT

standing behind him, holding a newly-rehashed photo frame... oh god why. WHY. another homicidal husband.] Uh.

[riflerosti]

[ n-not homicidal. just cranky.

hearing someone behind him and quickly turning around now. ] You... You're one of the people in those pictures.

[ oh look, she's even holding one of them. how convenient and very disturbing, oh god why is he smiling in that one. ]

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[theseineone]

I'm sure no one would dream of violating your neutrality, mon ami.

[riflerosti]

[ oh god France, it's you. ]

...I might have known you'd be involved in this somehow.

Although I suppose the fact that I woke up with clothes on probably rules you out.

[theseineone]

Now, now, Suisse, if I kidnapped you I would most certainly give you something to wear. [Probably not something Switzerland would willingly wear but still. Small amounts of fabric would be involved.] If you say please, I'll explain things to you!