niepokonany | Second Uprising [Video

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

Or thought about saying, whatever.

"So are you then the spirit of the nation given form?"

He considers this explanation for a second, then grins and nods.

"Yeah, that's pretty much the deal!"

"I see! But since this is not Poland, who was it that summoned you to this place? In my experience spirits take quite a large amount of energy to sustain."

He gives a little shrug, playing with his hair a bit.

"I'm not, like, a ghost or anything? Like I'm like a person, just... I'm a nation. Pretty sure I got here the same way as everyone else." A beat passed. "...However that is."

"I am.... Elizabeth. I am still not sure how I got here though."

"Yeah, no clue either. I mean like, I know it's something to do with those sketchy Malnosso guys? That's kinda it, though."

"Oh, them. I still have yet to get a chance to meet one of them. One would think they would pick an easier name to say to go by."

"I totally hear you, but like, who even gets what their deal is, right?"

They are a mystery to him. But at least they're not Russia.

"From what I can gather, they are playing with reality and seeing how it causes people to act. Though I can sadly say I have had little done to me, I have merely been a witness the few times I have seen it happen."

"...That's like, pretty messed up."

Still not Russia-messed up, though. He is getting dreadfully used to being between rocks and hard places.

"Yes it is, and does terrible things to the mortals that are caught in the middle."

"For sure?" He thinks of Chopin, who looks older, but... Ultimately a lot healthier. Except for that whole bunny incident.

"They look ok to me..."

She tilts her head with a curious look, "Can a nation look at a man's soul?"

Well. That... Certainly doesn't sound ideal.

"Wait, what? Like, what about their souls?"

"In my experience toying with a mortal's identity does odd things to them."

"Like, how would you less with a human's identity? I mean, they're like, only one person," he argues, confused.

Humans don't even have regions or multiple religions or like, conflict between free will and a personality of your own and being an abstraction of millions of people. Like, what do they have to mess with?

"Yet what would happen if a person's identity kept being changed by another till they no longer had a single identity but a series of unraveled threads connected to random destinies?"

Nothing good, he was sure, but it all sounded pretty abstract to him.

"So like, don't let them tell you who you are, right? You have to remember it for yourself, when that kind of stuff goes down."

"I am not sure. The people who run this place seem to be able to see through such deception. Perhaps because I have so little of a sense of self I am not worth much time other than a control subject."

"That's a super weird thing to say. You like, have to do you, you know?"

"Most people have a whole lifetime to find out who they are, I have had my duties most of my life and that is it, only recently have I branched out to see who I am."

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