in which I thrust my England into the world

[romanticynic]

Well, Ms. Mundane, I see you're finally starting this. You've only said you'd do it for... who knows how long now? Anyway, it's about bloody time!

Now, ah, listen. I'm going to say this all only once, understand?

You'll do fine, surely. You already went through the trouble of setting everything up, so all there is to do is to actually start out. I know that this entire setup is new to you, but starting out on a new excursion might be just what you need to clear up those insecurities. Not that it is entirely new to you, is it? Simply a different venue.

Just don't do anything that will give me a migrane, will you? I don't envy that poor sod you play over there.

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[kingmaking]

You should probably have pain medication handy just in case.

[romanticynic]

Nrgh... duly noted. I know about what is in store for me about as much as my mundane does, but pain and headache are certainties. I don't trust her one with my fate one bit

[kingmaking]

You probably shouldn't. She'll have you in a game like the one I'm in before you know it.

[romanticynic]

She isn't familiar with games, but she is considering one...

What sort of game are you in, might I ask? I'm already set to worry.

[kingmaking]

It's called Zodion. Sexual acts are apparently required there.

[romanticynic]

Er- [cough COUGH]

Right... I see. Um, somehow, I doubt that I'll end up at such a place!

[He's trying to not think of it too much. It sounds like a setting for one of those juicy novels he'll not admit to reading.]

How do you find these sorts of places? Er, games, in general.

[kingmaking]

Well, I've not been in my current one for long, but the last was interesting enough. Plenty of people to learn from, a great deal of knowledge available.. It was rather odd to have an adult Arthur who knew me as an entirely different person.

[unalienable]

[ And she's going to just... be thoroughly unimpressed about all this. She's a little salty about the whole "different Englands" thing. ]

[romanticynic]

[Who is that mysterious girl over there with the unimpressed aura? She looks salty. She perhaps needs more pepper.]

[He just... looks at her from here. Welp.]

[unalienable]

[ No thanks; pepper makes her sneeze a lot. Silly Brits and their aversion to American slang... ]

[romanticynic]

[Then how about some other spices? Paprika? Fennel? Coriander? All of them at once? He likes to experiment with them.]

[Anyway, doesn't she have some... business to attend to regarding the other England?]

[unalienable]

[ N... ot sure if really mean "experiment with" or actually mean "torture with".

And hey! She can multitask! She can drop by to give him an obligatory look of "judging you so hard rfn, ngl" and take care of... uhm, business with that other England of the mun's! Someone had to represent her mun, all things considered, of course. Alfred has been very preoccupied as of late, hence why he's not here himself. ]

[romanticynic]

[Whatever do you mean? Everyone needs a bit of spice.]

[And if that is the case, England would have to consider her the single worst multitasker. To imagine them frozen in that situation for a month now! It's painful for this England to imagine, if he knew. He almost has to laugh at that terrible state of blueballs. Even if it is himself.]

[france]

Aaa parfait; another one of you.

[romanticynic]

Hmph. Just one of you and I've already had more than enough.

[france]

You have not had me yet, so how would you know?

[romanticynic]

[Rolls his eyes and looks away.]

The same reason I know to not ingest hemlock. Are you here just to be a pest, as usual?

[france]

I am not being a pest. I was actually here first, far before you were. [ It's far too much fun to be petty with England. ]

[romanticynic]

Then I suppose I have no luck in finding any place that's free from a frog infestation.

And just what have you been doing here?

[He doesn't want to admit he is mostly lost with what is going on around here.]

[si_espana]

I'm sure you and your Mun will do great, Inglaterra!

[Here is Spain. Of course he's optimistic.]

[romanticynic]

Geh...

[The pure sunshine and rainbows emanating from Spain catches England off guard.]

I can only hope so. Because right now, she hasn't a damn clue of what we are doing!

[Neither is England, but you know.]

[si_espana]

Hm? Why?

[Spain looks at England curiously. Surely there's a reason why England and his Mun have ended up here.]

[romanticynic]

It's one of those ill-thought urges to do something new, I suppose. Not that I believe it's a bad idea, as I do not appreciate being cooped up.

[England can relate, like that time he had a blue and green mohawk. But he doesn't talk about that.]

[si_espana]

Well, I hope you'll be fine no matter what happens.

[Those places where Muses are sent can be tricky!]

[romanticynic]

Hmph.

Cheers.


I suppose.

Though, I don't have too much hope for my safety here.