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canada (matthew williams)

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Who:

unnoticeable
When: during gilbert's arrival.
Where: canada's apartment.
Style: starting in third, but feel free to switch to [brackets] if you'd like. i don't mind either at all.
Status: closed.

"S- sorry. Orwell doesn't ring a bell. Is he a new writer?" He did sound interested in it, however, as the subject sounded possibly intriguing. On the other hand, it was also something that he could look into later on his own. In the meantime, he was offering him that towel finally. "Right now, I live in Yutopil apartments near Nostalgia Nook. It's quite a nice building, really. We can go there now, if you'd like."

With a friendly enough smile, he waited for a moment or two before starting back in the direction he came from. "The starfish is actually a communcations device around here. It's like a..." There was a slight pause as he looked for the proper word he was trying to find. "Cell phone, I believe. You can talk to people over it like using a regular phone, send them text messages, or even video chat. As a default, however, the thing broadcasts across the network as a whole so everyone can pretty much see whatever it is that you're doing. Of course, you can also hold private conversations over it." He hoped it was a simple enough explanation but sometimes he did have a habit of accidentally making things more complicated than they should be.

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Picking fights was an inevitability on Gilbert's end. His blood was that of a soldier, from the very first day he was born, so if he saw an opportunity for a good fight, he'd sink his claws into it. But he stayed quiet on that subject and hummed quietly to show he heard, obviously deep in thought over something.

The first order of business would be to secure his own base, really. Gilbert hated living by himself though - it was why he remained with his brother, aside from mooching purposes - and the thought of going through the process of claiming a house was daunting. He shrugged his shoulders. He'd stay with Canada for now. The blond hadn't made any impatient comments or anything, and Gilbert wouldn't, like, trash the house. He lived with the strictest person alive, so he could handle Canada for a short period of time.

Alright, now that Gilbert had his base, the next thing would be... "Well I guess it's time to explore then," he said cheerfully, suddenly leaping off the seat with the spryness of a young cat. He looked down at his feet, frowning at the red and white socks. "What shoe size are you?" he asked.

He wasn't one to kick anyone out, either, since he had plenty of room. And should he ever decide he was tired of having someone else, he'd politely go sleep on someone else's couch for a few days since he still wouldn't kick anyone out. It probably helped that he was also sort of used to living with someone else by that point. People just had a habit of either leaving or changing their minds on him. So Gilbert was pretty much free to come and go as he pleased.

Plus he enjoyed the company.

It took him a moment to answer since he had to stop and think about the question. "Nine." Hopefully that worked. "If you need something else, I'll make a quick stop to the store." He promised not to bring back anything pink or with heels, too, should he need to go get something.

"I'm a size eight," Gilbert said thoughtfully. "I guess one size bigger won't kill me while I go get my own pair - wait, how do you even get stuff here? Do you go to the store and just take what you want, or, how does that work?"

"It should work for the time being." He had a pair of sandals as well if Gilbert preferred since those usually didn't matter too much what size they were just as long as they weren't too small.

"Pretty much. I like to chat with the shop keepers sometimes. They can sometimes be helpful." ...and some like to talk about what's in season or share stories in general. "It's just shopping like general except for you don't have to stop at the cashier on the way out."

Gilbert just imagined walking into a store and shoving things into a burlap sack. It made his snicker quietly to himself, and he shook his head. "I see, that easy, huh? Alright then. Lemme steal some shoes of yours, I think I should go shopping for clothes and...stuff." Hopefully they had internet access here...

If Gilbert tried that, he'd have to hit him and remind him to be civil about things. One should be polite when they shop. And only take what they need or will use. Well, that was his own rule, but he liked to share it with others since the locals were nice enough to just give things away for free.

"I'll be right back." After finally standing up he wandered off to grab an extra pair of shoes. The whole task didn't take long at all and he was quickly returning, offering him a nice pair of shoes. They looked a bit old-fashioned and probably uncomfortable, he he'd assure him that they were far more comfortable than they looked.

The shoes looked like they had stepped from the 1920s, and Gilbert smirked a little in nostalgia as he took the shoes from Canada. He remembered to say 'thank you', and sat down on the sofa to carefully tug the shoes on, tying the laces with neat tightness more suited to military boots. The shoes were a bit big on him, but that was to be expected. He straightened up and stood up again. He was still dressed in the clothes that Canada gave him, but they didn't look overly...pyjamaish. If anything, Gilbert looked exceedingly casual, and for someone who made regular trips to the corner shop at the end of their street in just his boxers if they ran out of milk, this didn't bother him in the slightest.

"Alright, looks like we're ready for a shopping trip!" Gilbert chirped. Now that the initial anger from his kidnapping had diminished, and he had warm food and a nice nap, excitement was starting to set in. An alternative dimension with strange people from other worlds? It sounded so /fun/ and exciting! Gilbert was practically bouncing with eagerness to explore.

While he was pretty sure there was no real dress code around, he would advise going out in public dressed. It went back to that whole polite thing. Though so long as people were at least partially dressed when they went out, it was at least a start. Anyway... He had a nice outfit or two to go along with the shoes, too. Though he could let Gilbert play dress up later since he's sure he'll probably be doing that while they're out getting things, anyway. Unless Gilbert just liked to grab clothes off racks and wing it, but Canada couldn't quite see how that would be practical.

"I'll give you a quick tour as well along the way." There were some places along the way to the stores. Other places were a bit further away but for the most part a lot of it was in the same general area. "Everything is pretty much up on the second level so it'll be easy to remember." Being polite, he'll let Gilbert out the door first as they leave.

Gilbert dressed like he had only just recently discovered clothes - unless he was wearing military garb. His version of clothes shopping was tearing clothes that caught his interest off the rack and buying them. If they didn't fit, well, Gilbert /made/ them fit. And let us not start on his fashion sense - or lack thereof.

"Awesome! Maybe we'll meet some of these other weirdoes here," Gilbert said cheerfully, all but skipping out of the door.

Clearly Canada was going to have to teach Gilbert a thing or two about fashion sense. And the joys of baggy sweatshirts. And maybe plaid since it was pretty nifty. Plus he'll just subtly keep suggesting that maybe Gilbert should try things on instead of wasting time later making it fit one way or another.

Chuckling softly, he followed him out the door. ...and didn't lock it behind him. Oh well. Apparently he didn't think it was a necessary step to perform. Catching up quickly, he gave him a soft tsk. "They're no more as weird as you are, you know." ...but still somewhat strange, none-the-less. Hell. There were even trolls running around so things were always interesting.

"Oh I beg to differ! I saw some weird people on the Starfish whatever before meeting up with you," Gilbert said with a sly grin. His 'Starfish Whatever' was safely stashed in the pocket of the trousers he was currently borrowing, since he had a feeling that he needed it. It seemed important, and was his only way to communicate with Canada if they got separated somehow.

He looked about himself with curious eyes, taking in the rows of houses. "So...are all these houses just for er, people like us, or for the locals as well? Unless the locals are stashed in closets like the creepy zombie people they are..."

"I bet they were thinking the same thing about you." That was how it usually worked. Everyone was strange to someone else. "Then again, I'm sure they'd be right to an extent as well." Why yes. That was a little joke, he promised. "The locals have their own housing. Some live and work from their store. Others in other buildings nearby." Though now that he thought about it... "Y'know, there's really no intermixing, actually. Buildings that house us have no locals and vice versa. It's a bit odd, but I suppose that's how they prefer it."

But no. There was no stashing of people away in closets. Okay. There might be, but he didn't know of anyone who slept in a closet so he couldn't say one way or another for sure about that. "There used to be a place that was owned by a local who gave it to a group of us, but they still never lived there at the same time as we did."

"Hm..." Gilbert filed that information away in the mental folder that he had labelled 'Vatheon'. He was determined to solve the mystery of this place, and the locals seemed like a good clue to follow. He was sure he wasn't the only one who was investigating, but Gilbert was over eight hundred years old and fucking awesome. He could solve this mystery easily enough. He rubbed his chin in thought. "So the locals live separately? How do they act? Like, completely slavish or something?"

"I think they're friendly enough. Helpful in a way, sure, but they won't answer any questions about Vatheon or anything like that. They're more than happy to share things like recipes or suggest books, though." Any attempts at useful information about the city or why anyone was there or anything else was something that they'd avoid or just not answer. "They certainly don't avoid people, anyway, nor are they really violent or anything." Most violence tended to be foreigner-instigated.

...or a cause of curses.

Tight-lipped locals. Gilbert felt like they had stepped into a horror film - next thing they knew there'd be mysterious noises in the middle of the night and they'd stumble across the locals burning a cross and conducting a bizarre ritual. Possibly human sacrifices. Ah great, not Gilbert just disturbed himself. Well he wasn't going to allow himself to be alone with any of these 'locals' without an escape route nearby.

"Hm..." was all Gilbert said though. "So made any friends here?" he asked, switching tracks.

To be completely fair, he could probably see some of the foreigners doing bizarre rituals like that, too. Hell, there's some vampires around and he's still not too sure how they feed. Or if they do.

"A few, actually. Most of them I'd consider good friends." A smile accompanied his words as he spoke. "Plus being here has given me a chance to be friends with Vietnam and Japan." Japan and Canada sometimes do dorky things together like going sightseeing around Vatheon like complete tourists, complete with taking pictures. "There's also a couple from different versions of home. It's basically the same but there's some differences from what we know."

He paused for a moment before smiling widely again. "I'll have to introduce you to them sometime."

"Vietnam and Japan are here?" Gilbert asked, scratching his head. "Oh, I think you mentioned that earlier, I think..." Yes, and Italy and America were here too. Well at least there were other nations aside from there lurking about, although Gilbert smirked at the thought of meeting up with America. He was always amused by the boisterous nation, and he had fond memories of him and General Von Steuben whipping the little brat into shape during that revolution of his. Well, up until Gilbert had to get chummy with the grumpy England.

Ahaha, so many 'accidental' bayonet stabbings...

Gilbert hurriedly shook himself from memory lane though. "Different versions of home?"

"They've been here for a while as well, so I'm sure they'd be happy to answer any questions you may have." Mostly or something, anyway. He couldn't really see either of them not being helpful. "And then you, Italy, and America arrived pretty much all within the same span of time." So don't ask either of those two for help. ...well, he could try but Canada didn't know how helpful it would be and America might only help support theories of abductions and conspiracies.

"Mhmm. My friend N is from Japan, but a different version. It's not the same as the one we know. These creatures called 'pokemon' roam around, too."

"So, alternative universes of our universe?" Gilbert asked, starting to sound puzzled. He paused at the name 'Pokemon' though. Pokemon like...the game? Gilbert had spent most of his time playing a large array of video games during recent years, so 'Pokemon' did raise red flags. "...what's N like?" he asked after a lengthy pause.

"I'm sure some of them may very well claim that we're an alternate universe of their universe." Since nobody could really say for sure which univese was alternate of which. ...and that's not a discussion he wanted to have ever since it sounded far too boring and painful to engage in. "He's rather cheerful, really. A bit naive, but well-meaning. We sometimes crusade for animal rights together." ...like when the dinosaurs were around, they were still demanding people treat them nicely. "Compassionate towards all living things. Has a certain love of mathematics." There was a bit of a shrug as he offered Gilbert a smile. "He has this cute little pokemon called Purrloin that reminds me of a cat."

Gilbert very much wanted to meet this 'N'. He enjoyed the games - or world, now that Gilbert learned it was real - and he especially wanted to meet 'Purrloin'. However, this brought up a troubling fact. If 'Pokemon' was a game in Gilbert's universe, but was reality for N...did that mean that Gilbert could be a fictional character to another universe? That was...confusing and scary to think about, so he firmly punted that thought from his head.

"Huh, I wanna meet him," he said, nodded solemnly. "Anyone who likes animals can't be that bad." Although Gilbert was a complete asshole to humans and nations alike, he was known for being incredibly soft and weak to cute little animal - and not so cute large /dangerous/ animals. There was a humorous story where a drunken Gilbert managed to climb into the lion exhibit in the Berlin Zoo but- ah, it isn't much talked about within the Weillschmidt household.

"Next time I speak with him, I'll have to let him know you'd like to meet him." He figured it wouldn't be much of a problem at all as N did enjoy meeting new people. As long as Gilbert behaved, then he didn't see too much trouble cropping up anywhere. They could sit down and talk animals. And cuddle with pokemon. Which wasn't so bad of an activity, actually. Canada tended to enjoy it, anyway. On the other hand, given a chance, he'd cuddle with anyone or anything, though, so that wasn't say too much.

"I can introduce you to Jack as well. He's a bit on the quiet side, though. From a more victorian era." But Canada still considered him a friend, none-the-less. "If Gracia's still around, I'm sure she'd love to meet you. She tend to enjoy meeting new people and tends to be quite friendly and outgoing." Though from one of Japan's past eras, but sometimes it's hard to tell.

"Anyway, up ahead is where most of the shopping is. The coral is nearby as well as the park." It was pretty much all in the same area, keeping things neat and tidy. And easy to find.

Gilbert smiled at securing a meeting with this 'N' and had a slight spring in his step. He tilted his head at the mention of two other people, trying to figure out if their names were familiar to him to, but...well 'Jack' and 'Gracia' weren't enough to go on, definitely not a unique name like 'N'. "Hm, maybe I'll run into them too, since I'm staying around yours..." Anyone Canada was friends with were most likely safe anyway.

"Convenient," Gilbert remarked about the close locations of the park, shopping, and the magical coral. "Don't have to travel all over the place then to get the stuff you need, then."

Canada seemed to prefer safe friends. It made things nicer. And quieter. There was little worry that way that something might go wrong. But anyway, he'd leave a voice message for N later, unless he ran across him first. Either way, he'd set it up so that N and Gilbert met sooner or later.

"It is. Plus the coral is nearby so if you're tired you can touch it and feel better. Plus it's nice to go from store to store and get everything done at once instead of having to run all over from one level to the next in search of various items." It was rather efficient. Plus he could move from the park to a cafe without having to go up or down stairs. "The only real downside is that housing tends to be in the lower district but that's not too bad, really. I sort of like having it that way." ...since it forced someone to actually get out every now and then.

"Plus there's a greater chance of running into people at random and striking up conversation when everyone has to go to one area to do their shopping."

"A great way to socialise," Gilbert chuckled. He looked about them, rocking back and forth on his heels as he considered. Well, Gilbert was still pretty exhausted, so he guessed they should shop now and he could explore the park and stuff tomorrow with a clearer head, and his own clothes and shoes. "Alright, so let's shop. I really wanna go to bed again," he groaned theatrically, throwing an arm around Canada's shoulders and slumping against him, putting a considerable amount of weight on the blond.