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paixaorpg2009-02-26 09:10 pm
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Entry tags:
Nation Transplant [Active, Open]
Character(s): Lithuania
Content: Lithuania enters Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim gate
Time: week three, late morning
Warnings: none
This wasn't Lithuania--nowhere close. He was sure he'd just been there, walking through the fields, enjoying one of his rare stolen moments of time off when--well, this happened. What, precicely, this was he would have to figure out. As it was, he was standing outside a huge dome, there were a line of blonds waiting to get in, and he really didn't see much of interest out here except for some ruins he couldn't place--though they'd never been his specialty.
So he'd just have to wait in line. He did, casting uncertain looks at the others in line and wondering just where he was--they didn't really look like anyone, too pale, he was tempted to say. It wasn't long before he had reached the front of the line, and was facing a blond-haired man who looked much the same as everyone in line had. It was really starting to unnerve him.
"H-hello," Lithuania said, hoping the man would understand him. "I'm not sure how I got here, or where this is. Ah, I'm sorry, but where is this?"
"This is Paixao," the man said, handing Lithuania a small thin box. "Name, please?"
Lithuania blinked. "What for?"
"Name?"
He just stared for a moment. Were they keeping records of who entered? Was just popping in a common phenomenon? No, that was impossible. And yet, here he was. "T-Toris Laurinaitis."
"Thank you. Welcome to Paixao, sir."
And he was shuffled into the city as the guard looked next at the man behind him. Lithuania was left to look first at the strange laptop and then at the city that stretched out before him. IT was like nowhere he had ever seen--were there jewels sewn into the grass?
He gaped, looking quite out of place.
Content: Lithuania enters Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim gate
Time: week three, late morning
Warnings: none
This wasn't Lithuania--nowhere close. He was sure he'd just been there, walking through the fields, enjoying one of his rare stolen moments of time off when--well, this happened. What, precicely, this was he would have to figure out. As it was, he was standing outside a huge dome, there were a line of blonds waiting to get in, and he really didn't see much of interest out here except for some ruins he couldn't place--though they'd never been his specialty.
So he'd just have to wait in line. He did, casting uncertain looks at the others in line and wondering just where he was--they didn't really look like anyone, too pale, he was tempted to say. It wasn't long before he had reached the front of the line, and was facing a blond-haired man who looked much the same as everyone in line had. It was really starting to unnerve him.
"H-hello," Lithuania said, hoping the man would understand him. "I'm not sure how I got here, or where this is. Ah, I'm sorry, but where is this?"
"This is Paixao," the man said, handing Lithuania a small thin box. "Name, please?"
Lithuania blinked. "What for?"
"Name?"
He just stared for a moment. Were they keeping records of who entered? Was just popping in a common phenomenon? No, that was impossible. And yet, here he was. "T-Toris Laurinaitis."
"Thank you. Welcome to Paixao, sir."
And he was shuffled into the city as the guard looked next at the man behind him. Lithuania was left to look first at the strange laptop and then at the city that stretched out before him. IT was like nowhere he had ever seen--were there jewels sewn into the grass?
He gaped, looking quite out of place.