Let's rock this party! (Day&Night 1) [OPEN]

[carriero_npc]

WHO: EVERYONE
WHAT: Things get a bit busy, and the food suddenly turns unusual. Also there are another few, very light aftershocks.
WHERE: All over the patient quarters of the asylum.
WHEN: 5th-6th of August.
WARNING(S): TBA; please put a warning into your subject line if it gets higher than PG-13

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[mgunbake]

Sweden wakes up in a room he doesn't recognize. He takes a moment to analyze his surroundings before he carefully rises from this bed he finds himself in. He's completely calm, as to be expected of the stoic Nordic, as he asses the information he slowly and carefully takes in from his surroundings.

He appears to be in a medical facility of some sort. How or why he is here, one can only guess and he can glean that staying here in this room won't answer those questions. And so he stands and makes his way to the door. Cool blue eyes blink when the door gives so easily under his hand and so it's with care and suspicion when he makes his way out into the all too sterile-looking corridor.

Empty and from one direction he can smell exotic spices. Indian food?

Sweden looks towards the direction of the smell and again asks himself mentally. Where in the world was he?

[mgunbake]

Cool blue eyes look to Prussia, quietly examining him. He seems fine as far as he's concerned. Sweden wishes that this fainting business is done and over with. He can't exactly get any kind of useful information from an unconscious Prussia after all.

The Swede inclines his head to the Nation on the bed, just staying where he is. He's not so oblivious that he won't notice that his presence seems to make the other very uncomfortable (to put it mildly). It's not really anything new. Touching him seems to make things all the worse so he'll just stay where he is. Besides, he's not that much of a touchy person anyway.

"Preussen."

[gewehrundblut]

"F-funny meeting y-y-you here..." He hasn't been this nervous since he finally went to war against Sweden. Considering for a while there, he had been relying on the older nation to supply his military with decent officers, and that war had been, among other things, a bit of a teenage temper tantrum against the fucking Lion of the North... well. He's frankly amazed he still exists. And that Sweden hasn't killed him in his sleep yet even now.

He almost wants to faint again, really.

[mgunbake]

"Mn." Sweden rumbles in sort of agreement. "Funny" is one way to put it though he doesn't quite find it funny that he's here without any explanation whatsoever. His eyes wander around the room he and Prussia are now in and asks, straight to the point.

"Where're we?"

[gewehrundblut]

At least that question is one he can answer. Hopefully Sweden doesn't want to know why. Still, he sits up, trying to compose himself a bit, and feeling all too much like he did back when he had been relying on the other man to help keep his army in line; a nervous young recruit, really. Right. He could do that then, so he can do this now. "It's called Carriero. It's some kind of asylum." Nervously, he fusses with the gold braid trimming his coatsleeve.

[notbloody]

[If he looks back, he'll find Floweregg sleep at the bottom end of his bed, pawing for imaginary cats or something like that in her dream.]

[mgunbake]

Well, he does eventually wander back into the room when he finds no one in sight. He's a bit surprised at finding Floweregg on the bed he just occupied not long before. The Nation quietly approaches the dog and just sits beside him. He's not sure if he should be happy that his pet is here with him. Who knows what this place does with cute little dogs like Floweregg?