Second Uprising [Video | Action]

[niepokonany]

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[So someone, thanks to a combination of social anxiety, a comfortable place to stay with a person he feels safe with, and vague distrust of the journals, hasn't been very social recently.]

[But as much as he enjoys Chopin's company, and has perhaps even grown a little warmer towards Chopin's housemates if he's been persuaded to spend time with them, Poland has started to realize he might be here for a while, and, well... He's getting a little bored not talking to anyone. Time to give the journal a try!]

Hey! Um, a lot of you don't know me, and that's pretty sad, so I'm doing you a major solid and introducing myself! I'm like, Poland. It's good to meet you or whatever!

So, Advent started a couple days ago, and it's totally almost St. Nicholas's Day? I'm gonna make, like, a ton of pierniki, and I'm feeling super nice, so, you know, if anybody wants in, tell me.

Me and Fryderyk were talking about having a legit Christmas dinner and stuff, too, so I guess you could also let me know if you wanna come to that!

[He pauses, briefly awkward and uncomfortable as he fishes for something to say. After a moment, though, he brightens.]

Oh--so like, do you know any rad stories from your place or some junk? I totally wanna hear them!

[ACTION - OPEN, in town, around the shops]

[Alternatively, you could run into him in town! Chopin's, like, 40, which he is pretty sure is like, ancient in human years (Feliks may have a somewhat loose grasp on how being human works at times), so he's out shopping for groceries on his own. And when that's done, he'll be making a stop at the clothes store to see if they have anything good.]

[He might even work up the courage to look at some of the dresses, if he thinks no one is around. If they do catch him, he can just say they're for a friend, right?]

[ACTION - CLOSED - Chopin's room]

[And later still, he's back in Chopin's room, where he's been crashing since he showed up here. Chopin is off with his compositions, as far as he's aware, and he's taking advantage of the moment of privacy to admire his new find in the mirror.]

[His dress-up hobby has been stubbornly ignored for the last couple of months--it's a small village, AND he's sharing someone's room, there's just too much chance of getting caught. But again... He's bored. And the dress he found is just too cute, ok?]

[By modern standards, it's actually quite modest, floor-length with a loose skirt. The short sleeves, tight bodice, and hint of pale underskirt are wonderfully risqué for a 19th century boy, though, especially a good Catholic one! He admires himself, turning this way and that, tying his hair up in different ways. It's a relief, just for a little bit, to be able to express himself freely and relax.]

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[magicmaestro]

[After spending time in his piano room, Frederic decides he needs a break then comes back to his room... Only to find Poland in there and wearing a dress. It doesn't look bad per say, but Frederic's face turns a bright color of red with a look of shock before he gets very flustered then quickly turns to leave.]

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[niepokonany]

[Too late, sweetie. He hears the door open and turns around quicker than he thinks he ever has before, starting to turn pink even before he sees who it is.]

Oh, my God--Fryderyk?! God, what are you doing here?!

[What's that? It's his room? SHHHHHHHH.]

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[magicmaestro]

[He's completely turned around and has his eyes covered. He shouldn't look at Feliks, it's indecent! But part of him wants to turn back around and answer him. However instead, he answers him with his back still turned.]

You're in my room, Feliks. I was taking a break from composing to read and rest on my bed.

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[niepokonany]

[He winces. Ok, yes, that was definitely a stupid question!]

Right--right, ok, but, like. L-like...

[...And there goes his ability to make words come out. He's just blushing too much for his brain to function. Can he--is there somewhere he can flee? Chopin's in the doorway--maybe he could climb out of the window? Then like, live in the forest and never talk to anyone ever again? That's sounding pretty legit to his social anxiety right now.]

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[magicmaestro]

[Frederic turns back around to look at Poland before approaching him slowly. He can see Poland is upset, so he wants to try comforting him.]

It's all right, Feliks. I'm sorry to have startled you... And if it helps you to feel better, I think you look beautiful in that gown.

[He's also rather surprised at himself for saying that so naturally, but he did.]

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[aqueousliving]

[Haruka's also in the clothes store, mostly to get more clothes for the cold, but he'd gotten sidetracked and started searching for swimwear, and comes across That Guy when he turns the corner.

Haruka stops, glances down at the dress, taking in the details of it, before his gaze returns to that guy's face. Haruka doesn't actually care if the blonde is looking at dresses, but that isn't expressed very well with his flat gaze.]

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[niepokonany]

[Poland looks up, and nearly shouts when he realizes Haru is right there. And from that quiet, flat stare, he is pretty sure he's judging him.]

[Which is pretty much the reaction he expects, but it puts him on the defensive anyway.]

...What? Like, what are you looking at?

[aqueousliving]

[That guy can wear whatever he likes; it's not Haruka's problem. Haruka's gaze slides to the side, scanning the nearby racks for winter clothes and swimwear (mostly swimwear).]

Nothing.

[And he means it.]

Sorry about the wait ;;

[niepokonany]

Oh. Well... Like... Well, good!

[He's not sure whether to take the guy at face value, so he's going to. Edge over towards the nice, unisex scarves.]

...So did you like, figure out a place to live and junk?

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[windandrain]

Christmas Dinner sounds nice, Poland. Though, I'm...not sure what pierniki is? Is it some sort of tradition in...well...Poland?

[That will never not be strange. Japan was a little easier to talk to, but he was much quieter, and he wasn't living with them.]

And what sort of stories would you want to hear? Christmas ones, or other kinds?

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[niepokonany]

At my place, you mean? Yeah. They're, like, a kind of gingerbread cookie! I make them before Christmas a lot.

And I guess any kind is cool?

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[windandrain]

Ah. Well, that sounds nice. Gingerbread...is not so common where I'm from.

[Any kind? Oh, don't give her that many options...]

Alright. Well, have you any preferences? I know a lot of stories, and I'd hardly want to bore you.

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[niepokonany]

For real? It's crazy good, you're gonna love it.

And I don't know--like, something awesome, or something exciting!

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[elevatoravatar]

See a confused Elizabeth as she tries to parse a person being like a place.

"So, you are like the place Poland, or is there someone named that whom you resemble? I apologize as I do not fully understand the rules of this place and how things are."

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[niepokonany]

It's more like the place is my house and stuff, and I'm... The people, I guess, kinda? I don't think too hard about it or whatever, but it's closer to the first thing you said.

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[elevatoravatar]

"So a nation is your home and things? Then... You are the king of that nation and your family is named for it?"

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[niepokonany]

"Huh? No, like, the king's my boss. I'm the nation, like I said."

Or thought about saying, whatever.

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[redshifted]

[ Grocery shopping? Lea's a horrible cook, so rather than actually attempt to get better at it, he usually just stocks up on instant noodles a couple days at a time. He was recently scolded for this unhealthy lifestyle, though, and so he is now skulking around the produce, his red hair clashing grossly with the pyramid of oranges behind him.

He's examining a grapefuit very suspiciously, sniffing it. Was it grapefruits you were supposed to smell first? Or melons? He can't remember. Way to be a real adult. ]

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[niepokonany]

[For his part, Poland is much more comfortable in the produce section anyway. He's spent most of his history as a pretty agrarian nation, and is from early enough that all the packaged, instant foods seem kind of suspect to him.]

[...He's kind of confused by citrus, though. Fresh fruits, in December? They grow somewhere much hotter than his place, probably in the New World. And he's been a little too strapped for cash to import much from the New World, lately.]

[He spots the redhead nearby just... picking one up and giving it a sniff. Is that how it's done? He tries it, and finds that it didn't help much, probably because he has no clue what to look for. (What to smell for?)]

action / i'm sorry he's such a loser

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[ Lea's been traveling across so many worlds, with so many different time zones and agricultural crops and culinary traditions, that his sense for foods being in or out of season is completely destroyed. He's just happy if it's edible and he hasn't burned it yet (which is inevitable).

Out of the corner of his eye, Lea spots someone mirroring his posture, picking up a grapefruit and hesitantly sniffing at it in the same way. He glances at the newcomer, a short guy with pale blond hair and eyes nearly as green as Lea's own, before putting down the fruit he was looking at. He drums his fingers on the grapefruit once, as if considering whether or not to pick it up again, and then belatedly looks away. He hates that awkward moment when you accidentally hold eye contact too long.

(This is weird now, should he introduce himself or something? It's just somebody getting fruit, though, what would there be to talk about? Grapefruit logistics? Maybe he should get oranges. Lea's lost a few social skills to a near-decade without a heart.)

He picks up the grapefruit he just put down and slides it into his bag, as if he had finally made a very complicated decision, and found it acceptable after all. ]

action / Never be.

[niepokonany]

[Meanwhile, Poland is overthinking this whole grapefruit thing to extremes. Ok, so the one the other guy took was good? Maybe if he smelled that one, he could understand what the rest of them were supposed to smell like...]

Hey. I wanna trade for a sec--gimme yours, I promise I'll give it back!

[And he holds a random grapefruit towards Lea. Believe it or not, this is not much more awkward than his first meetings tend to be.]

[Voice]

[wildbluevagner]

Alright! Saint Nicholas Day? Consider my boot ready for it!

[Voice]

[niepokonany]

That's the spirit!

[Poland loves him some saint days, ok?]

So-- were you like, good this year?

[Voice]

[wildbluevagner]

[Kurt loves them too! Being raised in Germany for most of his life, after all.]

Bet on it! I've totally been one of the best Christians you'd know.

[Voice] - Sorry to keep you waiting, RL was a thing

[niepokonany]

Right on, me too! That's awesome, I feel like there aren't a ton of us here. It's like, is there even a church?

Next important question--can you bake and junk?