001- [action / phone]- A change of setting.... (forward dated to Tuesday morning)

[courting_glory]

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[resurrectinto]

[The second Margot's touched, reflexes kick in and she's attempting to smack him away angrily.

Thankfully, she's pretty aware, even shortly after waking up, and she realizes this is her room, not some skeevy love hotel. The pictures have changed. The drone is gone.

Oh.]

Okay. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you think you're doing putting your hands on me?

[Doesn't mean she's going to be polite about it, though.]

[courting_glory]

[He raises an eyebrow. Clearly she was as confused as he was. That answered one question at least.]

Calm yourself, Miss. I didn't mean to startle you. I assure you that I mean you no harm.

[Still unsure whether she means him any harm, he backs up a few steps, but then uses the extra space to add a bow to his introduction.]

I am Frederick the Second, of the house of Hohenzollern, Elector of Brandenburg and King in Prussia. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss....

[18th century had class. He leaves the blank for her to fill in.]

[resurrectinto]

Awesome. I've moved up from a prince to a king. Aren't I lucky.

...Margot Sullivan. Nice to meet you, I guess. You just wake up, Frederick?

[Respect, what's that?]

[courting_glory]

A few minutes ago, yes. I must confess that I'm a little confused.

Do you know where we are, Margot?

[If she's going to dispense with polite titles then so is he.]

[wise_king]

That's a name I haven't heard in a while.

Relatively speaking, of course.

[courting_glory]

Really? I'm sorry, but I must confess your voice is unfamiliar to me.

Have we met before?

[wise_king]

No, I can't say we have.

[courting_glory]

I don't suppose you know who is in charge here? Among the prisoners, I mean?

[laughedatbygod]

...Frederick II of Prussia? Forgive me, sir, but did I hear that correctly?

[courting_glory]

You did. To whom have I the pleasure of speaking?

[laughedatbygod]

...It is a great honor, sir. As for myself, I am Antonio Salieri, court composer in the employ of Emperor Joseph II of Austria.

[courting_glory]

Joseph... the second? When did they get another one of those? And what of Maria?

[an_zero]

'Organizing' may not be the right word.

[courting_glory]

[There is a brief pause, and then a chuckle.]

Ah. That bad, is it?

[an_zero]

I'd say so. It's like an animal with a head.

[courting_glory]

....

....................

In my experience most animals have heads. Do they not here?

1/3

[armywithcountry]

[Oh hey, that's a familiar voice, where has he heard that before -- wait, what.

Wait, what.]

2/3 also keywords so relevant

[armywithcountry]

[No, but that's - that's impossible, the man is dead, there's no way he could be here. But Prussia knows that voice, still hears it sometimes in his dreams, even if it sounds much younger than he remembers. It's only been thirty years, after all.

God, it's been thirty years.]

AND DONE

[armywithcountry]

[He shoves down that pathetic feeling of hope and happiness in his heart. It had to be one of the town's tricks. Had to be, or one of those 'clone' people, there was no way Fritz could be here. Not even Mayfield could have that much power.

When he speaks, his words come out in a choked snarl.]

Explain yourself.

[courting_glory]

[Well, Fritz knows that voice very well. But he's a little surprised to hear it. He hadn't expected Prussia to be brought to this place with him. Also, that anger is uncalled for. It's not as if this is his fault.]

Well, I'd simply love to explain what's going on. And as soon as I've figured it all out, you'll be the first to know, Prussia.

[His tone is slightly irritated. Really, he thought he'd gained his nation's respect in the four years since he took the throne. Clearly he still had to work on that.}