nothing useful here!
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[ England has been super quiet lately, and you're probably wondering what kind of devious scheme he's been up to! No devious schemes, sadly. He's been chilling in his apartment doing... well he's been doing something. What this something is becomes glaringly obvious when you see the 'help desk' he's set up in the Marshall lobby ( Read more... )

[ it's grocery day!! or as close to grocery day as it gets in Discedo. England's happily on his way back home, with a small parcel of canned goods tucked under his arm. If you listen closely enough to the broadcast, you can hear England muttering about the lack of proper inventory at the storesNo spotted dick, no canned custard-- not even a ( Read more... )

... it seems I have misplaced my walking stick.

[ ... I can't think of a better way to say this! England has gone back in time to the Victorian Era, an age of sensibility, Pax Britannica, and frockcoats. In some weird warping of time and space, England vaguely remembers Discedo; he knows how to use his communicator and he remembers the setting ( Read more... )

[ the feed turns on, but all you can hear for a minute or two is the slight buzz of white noise. the person on the other end is obviously building up tension for a very important announcement! that, or they're at a loss for what to say. most likely the latter. ]

... I fucking love the 3rd. I honestly can't think of a day I enjoy more. Best ( Read more... )

[ knock knock knock, Marshall Street. England's going up and down the hall with an empty measuring cup, knocking on random doors. What's he after? A simple cup of sugar/baking soda/whatever. It changes with every door he knocks on. This would be a completely normal friendly neighbour sort of routine, except for the fact England's slightly ( Read more... )

[An accidental video feed shows America Canada curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow to his chest, starting at a wall. At the foot of the bed, is a white polar bear, the infamous Kumajirou, and he's tugging on his pant leg with a paw.]

Hey? I'm hungry. Feed me.

[ England's in the apartment as well, mainly because America told him to watch over ( Read more... )

Oi, where the bloody hell am I?

[ England sounds incredibly dazed and confused, which isn't too surprising. It's what most people sound like when they wake up hungover and totally lostI promised myself I'd stop after my fifth pint... and I swore I did. The night's a bit hazy after that point, but I wasn't tanked enough to lose myself this badly ( Read more... )