[OPEN]

[savemegermany]

Who: North Italy and ALL Y'ALL
Where: Plaza (willing to travel)
When: Today, whenever
Style: whatever you like
Status: Open

Italy had finally stopped shaking, thanks to his many friends he'd made here. He hadn't seen any signs of the Boogeyman (read: Grand Highblood) anywhere so it must be safe to go out again.

A few weeks ago, Medic had suggested opening a bakery. There seemed to be interest in it and he even got a partner, a pretty and very sweet mouse queen!

Now there were two questions left in the country's mind:
1. location, location, location
2. cost?
Everything was essentially free here, though Italy had no idea how that even kept their economy alive (Vatheon was anything but impoverish). But giving the baked goods away for free just didn't sit right with him. He could only think of how poor his people had been lately. But money was meaningless here. So the idea of trading for goods sat pretty well in his mind. Bartering was his old way of trading (in his early country days), but that didn't mean he couldn't do it again.

Anyway, he stood in the plaza, staring at the buildings, sketching them out to see what sort of storefront he should have.

Comments

[lowlands]

[OH WHOA. IT'S ONE OF THOSE CRAZY ITALY BROTHERS.

Netherlands will just...try to slip away...silently...without being noticed...]

[savemegermany]

[ That's not too hard to do. Italy's not very aware of his surroundings. He just continues sketching and humming to himself. He wouldn't mind the company at all.... ]

[lowlands]

[Well he...will just take a peek at the sketch. Just a single peek before skittering off. It wouldn't hurt to see what the kid was drawing now... Maybe he grew up between then and now.]

[savemegermany]

[ He's got a rather accurate sketch on this page of one of the nearby storefronts, patio furniture and shrubbery included. ]

[lowlands]

[O-Oh... That's actually...quite good. He continues to watch silently. Stalkerish? A bit.]

[savemegermany]

[ Italy pauses for a moment, feeling like he's being watched but shrugged it off and returns to sketching. He's soon done with the sketch, flips the page, then begins to sketch another building front. ]

[lowlands]

[He stands upright and starts to back away. Well that's enough of that. Seems like Italy has a single redeeming quality.]

[savemegermany]

[ Well it is one thing that Italy can do well: art. He's good at cooking but his obsession with pasta rubs people the wrong way. ]

Hm?

[lowlands]

[...Damn. Caught. No helping it now.]

Hey.

[savemegermany]

Netherlands! [ Now there's a face he didn't expect to see here! Why not be friendly, even if he's not. ] Did you just get here?

[lowlands]

[He's just stiff, not exactly welcoming but not trying to make a move-- Well okay, he might be looking for a way to sneak out but that's just how he is.]

Yeah. Where's "here"?

[savemegermany]

The plaza in Vatheon. Did you just arrive? You don't really look wet.

[lowlands]

[He's arrived but he's been wandering around long enough to stop dripping. Damp? A little bit. But he tends to wear dark, heavy clothes anyway.]

Vatheon?

[savemegermany]

[ he nods emphatically. ]

It's like Atlantis! We're in a city underwater but I don't think we're on Earth anymore! It's like some sort of parallel world country.

[lowlands]

There's no place like that.

[He doesn't believe this. He just needs to wake up. No way this is real.]

[savemegermany]

I didn't think so either, but look up! [ he points at the "sky" ]

[lowlands]

[He does so but doesn't seem very impressed.]

Bad trip.

[savemegermany]

Trip?

[ What kind of tr------- oooooh. That kind of trip. ]

No, no, no, this is real! We really are under the sea!

[lowlands]

[He just stares at Italy for awhile longer. All things considered... Italy, this place, Italy...]

Very bad trip.

[savemegermany]

No, no, no!

[ he reaches forward to shake some sense into him. ]