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[kivaember]

Characters: Prussia + Anyone who wants to join
Where: The shops
When: Late Monday morning, 9th April
Style: Prose or action
Status: OPEN

 

Gilbert tugged the scarf closer around him, burying his slightly pink nose into it to try and fend off the cold. He found it weird that an underwater dimension could reach close to freezing, and wondered if things would actually start to ice over. It would be fascinating to watch, that's for sure, but Gilbert didn't really want to have to watch out for Glaciers or the like just for going out for a walk. He was glad that the cold came just after he did his clothes shopping though. Would've sucked wandering about in nothing but the clothes he arrived in - i.e just his boxers. He would've frozen to death. 

And he knew from experience that freezing to death was simply awful. 

"Wish I had Gilbird. Shopping's fun with him..." Gilbert grumbled quietly, sorely missing his little bird companion. He lifted his hand out of his pocket, holding a rumpled piece of paper in his grasp. Thank God stuff were for free here otherwise he would've been living in a cardboard box. He still found it fishy that the apartments and furniture and food were for free, but the mystery could be placed on the back burner while he secured a good headquarters - with a fridge full of food. He still felt a bit uncertain wandering about in the streets though. So many strange beings with their own strange abilities and their strange customs - it was both exciting and worrisome. Gilbert remembered his altercation with a blond Superman-wannabe the last time he was here. It did not end well for him. 

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. The cold always made him a bit woozy and tired. Shopping and scouting. Focus on those things. 

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[lightning_tied]

[Running low on supplies, Fox found that he needed to brave the cold today and make a trip to the market. Granted, "braving" these temperatures wasn't as much of an ordeal for him as it was for most of the folks around here.]

[And it showed. The city wasn't bustling link it should have been. As such, it wasn't hard to overhear anyone talking nearby, even if you weren't trying to.]

Gilbird?

[kivaember]

[Gilbert looked up from examining his shopping list, and almost did a double take at the...furry? No, that didn't look like a anthropomorphic fox suit - or if it was, it was a /really/ good one.] Er...yeah, Gilbird... [he says slowly, before shaking himself and looking the fox-guy up and down briefly. Weird...but he had seen weirder. Like Russia in a Panda-suit playing with China. That had been...trippy.] Who're you, Fuchs?

[lightning_tied]

[It was interesting the way some humans reacted that way and some didn't. Cultures like his were used to dealing with other species, but with humans it seemed like a mixed bag.]

[Fuchs?]

Er, the name's Fox. And you?

[kivaember]

[Hah, so Gilbert got his name right the first time, although Fox-man used the English word for 'Fox', rather than German.] Gilbert Weillschmidt, but Prussia's fine too. Whichever's easier. [Gilbert's stare becomes a bit more intense. He looks a bit fascinated.]

...this is so cool. So you're...like, a Fusch-Mann? Er, Fox-man? What's that headset thingy? Are you an alien like Pascal? [with each question, Gilbert looks increasingly excited. It wasn't everyday you got to see a beastman after all!]

[lightning_tied]

[He takes an involuntary step back.]

I. Uh.

[Weird looks were one thing, but this was a first...]

[kivaember]

...oh! [Gilbert pulls back his enthusiasm a little, and laughs sheepishly] Oh, er, sorry...just, this is the first time I've seen a Fusch-Mann. I mean, I've seen Fu- foxes, but, y'know, they were the small sort and- [and Gilbert probably shouldn't say that he only saw foxes when he was hunting them with his Kings' courts] and they were small. [He finishes lamely]

[lightning_tied]

[Fox puts a hand on the back of his neck and tries to not look overwhelmed. It's a moderately successful attempt.]

That's, uh. Pretty normal around here. For what it's worth I'd never met humans before this city.

[kivaember]

[Humans probably looked totally weird to Fusch-Mann, and that was a mouthful, so Gilbert reminded himself that he was /Fox/] There're a lot of weirdoes in this place...but what do you expect from a freaky underwater dimension?

[lightning_tied]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

You mean your dimension isn't underwater?

[red_medic]

Ever since Italy had taken over the kitchen of the RED base, most of the grocery shopping that had to be done was also taken care of by the nation. And while the food wasn't bad, old habits died hard. Like Medic's habit to keep his very own, very personal fridge in his basement. Not just for storing bodyparts, but actually also for food. And that meant: It required restocking.

Restocking that usually happened on days that the German didn't go to work. Because it got him out of the base. Despite it getting him out of the base and away from his project.

Sighing quietly to himself, the man glanced up at Archimedes, perched on his head, feathers puffed up against the cold. Okay. Maybe this hadn't been the best day to go out after all.

[kivaember]

Gilbert clucked his tongue as his eyes skimmed over the shopping list, lowering it with a quiet sigh. He forgot he would have to cook his own food now, and he briefly missed having his brother around. Germany was a big nag, but he was also a wonderful cook and a good cleaner. Gilbert would have to start looking after his own house, and he didn't even have servants or maids this time round.

Gilbert still wasn't sure how to manage a vacuum cleaner. He would figure it out.

He looked up, tugging his scarf over his nose once more, and paused when his eyes caught on a passer by. He didn't look all that odd - no compared to some of the people Gilbert had seen he looked delightfully normal - but it was the bird that caught his attention. Ah...! Gilbert felt homesick, wishing that Gilbird had come with him again, before shaking his head to try and fend that feeling off. Bah! He was a big boy! He could handle some time away from his faithful companion!

However... "Hey, is that a bird?" he called out.

[red_medic]

The man flinched a little at the sudden voice, but still turned around with a slight frown on his face, the sudden motion causing Archimedes to jump a little as well and opening his wings in order to keep his balance while cooing in protest.

"Bitte?" Medic blinked as the question settled in, then pulled his brows up in faint wonder "Ah, vell. He ist a dove, but in zhe most basic vay... Ja. He ist a bird. But, no. Not of zhe talking kind."

Medic was quite sure he hadn't seen this man before. But odd behaviors were pretty common all around the city, so his wonder soon ceased. There were people around that hardly knew any animals after all. Same with beings entirely unfamiliar with human beings. He himself still had to get used to aliens and talking animals after all.

[kivaember]

Gilbert brightened considerably. German! A fellow German! More likely one of his brother's citizens than his, but he flitted closer to the man, a happy expression on his face. "Ah! Deutsch! You have no idea how nice it is to hear it!" Even if it was just a German accent. "I have a bird myself, a little canary, ah, but, when I was taken here he was unable to come with..."

[red_medic]

Well, that was indeed uncommon. A fellow German. Medic bowed his head in greeting "So, Guten Tag." And he tilted his head a bit at the other's short story, frowning "Zhat ist odd. Archimedes hier came along vizh me. Safe for zhe ducks in zhe park zhere are no ozher birds around hier after all."

After a brief pause he added "I am zhe Medic, by zhe vay. Nize to meet you."

[kivaember]

Well, as Gilbert had been taken here in his sleep, it was unsurprising that Gilbird had been unable to come with. The only thing Gilbert had upon arrival were the clothes on his back - which had only been a pair of boxers and a tank top. Which had been more than a little embarrassing. Of course the first thing he did was buy lots of warm clothes - trust him to arrive during this weirdo dimension's 'winter' season.

"The Medic?" An odd name, but Gilbert heard odder. "I'm Gilbert Weilschmidt - or Prussia. Both names are good to use."

[red_medic]

"Prussia, you say?" Medic repeated the other's name, not quite meaning it as question bit rather letting his own curiosity get the better of him "Am I correct to assume you know Italy, in zhat case?"
Italy, Norway, America. Maybe even that strange Netherlands guy...

[kivaember]

Gilbert blinked. "You know Italy? Wait, let's see, brown hair, got a cute little curl, cries a lot...makes very good pasta?" Gilbert smirked. "Yeah, I know him. He'd sleep over my Bruder's house a lot - specifically in Bruder's bed." Which was a source of endless amusement for Gilbert. Ludwig got so snappish whenever Gilbert teased him over it. It was cute!

[savemegermany]

Italy was wrapped up in an unusual color for him: red. His roommates told him not to wear blue anymore (they really hated that color!) and to not upset them, of course Italy had surrendered to the need to wear red. After all, his roommates wore red all the time. Maybe it was a secret membership thing! Italy liked to belong to things.

Anyway, there Italy was, skittering about for art supplies when he spotted someone familiar and called out to him. "Prussia~~~~!"

[kivaember]

Gilbert paused as he heard that familiar cry, blinking slowly before he turned on his heel and saw a big blaringly red person. A few blinks later he recognised the mystery person to be Italy - someone he hadn't seen in a long while. "Ah..." he grinned boyishly, lifting his arm in a greeting, waving Italy over. "Italy! Hey there!"

[savemegermany]

Italy scurried over to him excitedly. "Japan said you were here!" It sure was good to see a friendly face. He'd seen quite a few countries here, but he sure was glad to have Prussia and Japan here with him. Netherlands was probably off somewhere getting high and Canada Other America was quiet. America had since disappeared.

"Japan had this great idea that the three of us should do something together," he continued. "I really like that idea!"

[kivaember]

Gilbert blinked. He hadn't yet seen Japan, but he wouldn't put it past the Asian nation to have some mad...ninja skills to detect his Chi or whatever. Or maybe Gilbert had been watching too many exaggerated Wuxia films before he came here. "Japan's still here? But, er, sure! That sounds awesome!" The more people he knew here, the better!

Not that he was, like, lonely or anything. It just got boring by himself, that's all.

[savemegermany]

"Si, si," Italy nodded emphatically. "It'll be fun~!" Italy was more interested in Japan's art and architecture than anything else. The idea of being a ninja didn't really cross his mind, though perhaps because he and Japan were allies and friends (and that Japan was too polite to smack him on the head like Germany would).

"Ve, we could go out to get food or have a picnic or anything!" He honestly wasn't sure what the plan was, but to go out and do stuff with friends was always a good thing.

[kivaember]

"So long as it has food, I don't care what we do," Gilbert said solemnly before grinning, eyeing Italy with an almost predatory look. "Food like, oh, I dunno...pasta? Spaghetti bolognese specifically?" Italy made the best pasta; this was fact, and seeing the nation, Gilbert was reminded of how he'd been craving spaghetti like no other recently.

[savemegermany]

Oh that was practically the magic word for Italy. Pasta. He nodded excitedly. "I can make spaghetti bolognese! I haven't made that yet here~."

His most common food was just spaghetti for his housemates, but then again, Heavy seemed to eat anything Italy gave him. "I just baked fresh spaghetti noodles yesterday. I could make some for you~"

[kivaember]

Gilbert smiled. It was so easy to get food from Italy. He didn't complain about laziness like Ludwig normally did. "That'd be awesome, Italy. Thanks!"