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[The screen flickers and buzzes before focusing on a thoroughly soaked and annoyed looking albino. Gilbert, the albino, is dressed in what seems to be a black tank top and a dark blue pair of boxers. It is obvious that when he arrived here, he was either in bed, or dressed for it. He scowls down at the screen, and rakes his slim fingers through his hair, slicking it back before ruffling it in obvious aggravation]

Alright, this is some sort of...video thing. Great. Guess who ever kidnapped me was nice enough to stick a starfish camera on my face. Thanks for almost giving me a fucking heart attack. Jerk!

[Gilbert lets out a loud huff and the screen jostles, briefly peering at the floor when the albino moves to stand up. The screen remains staring at the floor, but Gilbert's voice is audible]

What the hell is this place anyway? Looks like I'm in an underground Sea world. And what the fuck is this...tattoo thing? Tch, it's dark...

[The screen is moved to view the dark mark on the underside of Gilbert's wrist, the faint glow from the SFC letting the albino have a better view of it. After a moment, the screen moves again to focus on Gilbert's angry face]

I'm usually a pretty cool guy, but if the freak who kidnapped me is watching this, you better damn well hope I don't find you! You better send me home soon, alright?! There's a case of beer in the fridge and if I don't defend it, Bruderchen will drink it all without me! That and...and I was in a middle of a raid! My character's probably dead now...dammit...

[Gilbert frowns contemplatively at the screen]

Does this function as a phone too? Can I send SOS videos on it? Although I don't think the coastguard can help me unless they pack a submarine underneath their tower chair things. Hellooooo~ anyone out thereeeee~ or am I a crazy person talking to a starfish?

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[Gilbert digests all of this information with a serious expression, mulling it all over. Hm, this was all troubling. So other nations were stuck here too, but, he never heard of them simply disappearing back home. He was pretty sure a massive shitstorm would've kicked up if America of all people vanished.]

Elevator? What? Ack! Never mind! [Gilbert scowls.] I'm soaking wet and cold! Where are you? Where the hell can I go and dry off and punch the guy who brought us here?

It's something that never really makes sense at first since it seems so... fantastical and downright insane. But after a little while the reality sets in... [A shrug accompanied a soft sigh before he simply moved on with the conversation.]

I'm pretty sure there's a long line of people who wish to punch whoever it was that brought us here so you'll probably have to wait in line. As for where I currently am, I'm sitting at home. I can bring you a towel and change of clothes if you'd like. As well, pretty much all of the stores are free except those in Nostalgia Nook, so there's always that option as well.

Nostalgia Nook, what? [Gilbert's tone gains a slightly whiny edge to it.] You're just confusing me, Canada! Nnh, but a towel sounds nice, and my sleep was interrupted by...this thing. Alright, where are you? I...don't know where I am.

It'd probably be easier if I showed you a map. That, however, would either require me telling you how to access one via the communicator and probably confusing you more or just showing you in a little bit.

Do you see fountains or a large coral-looking thing or anything like that? Or perhaps the library? It'd help to know which direction to send you in other than 'lower district'.

[Gilbert looks around his surroundings.]

...yeah, there's a pretty big coral thing behind me. It's...it's pretty creepy, to be honest.

Perfect. Go ahead and take the south path and just keep walking. You'll come to some stairs going down to the lower district. I'll come meet you by them.

As for the coral... it's a bit odd, but useful actually. If one is feeling tired or drained or anything, they can touch it and immediately feel better.

...

Sure, okay, why not. Makes about as much sense as living underwater, apparently. Magical coral and...stuff... [he is muttering to himself.] Alright - yeah, I see the path. I'll see you in a bit, hopefully, and your towel.

It's not so bad. ...at least you missed the giant octopus that attacked the the protective dome. [Just ignore the sounds of someone fumbling around as he's still chatting while looking for the largest towel he can find that currently isn't being sat on by a polar bear.]

Giant octopus.

...

Alright. Is it common for giant sea creatures to attack here, or something?

Surprisingly no. That was one of those odd happenings. Speaking of which, yeah. Every now and then 'curses' seem to happen. Weird things. Usually last a week. Not everyone is always affected by them, though. [There was another slight shrug and apologetic look as he really didn't know much about them at all other than that they happened and people simply had to deal with it.]

Curses? Like...England's curses or something? [Although more often than not the Briton's curses never worked. The guy was completely insane though.] Do I even wanna know?

It's something like that. For a little while we used to have these little fairy things that followed us around. But, ah, they exploded only a week or so ago so you don't have to worry about that. [But yeah. It was probably something like England's cursesin a way. Just weirder.]

It's probably best if you didn't know but sooner or later you're bound to get caught up in one or something. [At least he's also finally out the door and heading for the stairs.]

Fairy things? Glad I missed that. [Gilbert did not like the thought of a glowing bug thing dancing about in his field of vision and pissing him off with squeaky voices.]

How bad is it living here, anyway? [Canada didn't sound too stressed out...]

Eh. It's not so bad, really. [But that sort of question also really varied as it was different from individual to individual and all. Everyone had their own slightly different experiences.]

It depends upon how one feels about this whole thing I guess. I've been here... a while. I first came over a year ago but I've been back home twice now for a little while each time before coming back so I'm pretty much accustomed to the whole thing. You meet a lot of interesting people, really, so having friends helps it seem more like just regular living. You can occasionally forget the whole 'I've been abducted and brought here against my will thing' for a little while until those reminders of 'oh yeah. I'm not at home.' pop up.

You've been gone for that long? Someone should've noticed that. [Right? Well, Gilbert didn't notice because he had been busy playing his video games, but...c'mon.] Hrn, well...I still don't like the thought of just being randomly kidnapped. Bruderchen's going to become so dull and boring without me to remind him to stop being so uptight.

Time doesn't... exactly work the same here. It's as if no time at all has really passed back home no matter how long we spend here. If I'm to be completely honest, I tend not to be from the same era as most others as well. [But that was probably another discussion for another time.]

I don't think many really likes the idea of random kidnapping no matter how nice the place can be. I hesitate to say everyone since, well, sometimes this actually seems preferrable to some rather than being back home.

...'kay.

[Canada's explanation just confuses him further. Gilbert began to get a headache. He just wants to get into dry clothes and sleep on this entire situation for a few hours.]

Hm, so I'm guessing this place isn't a hellhole or a secret Big Brother project or something.

[At least he has a clean, dry towel with him for poor Gilbert. And probably a couch to sleep on.]

...you're going to have to forgive me for having no idea what a 'Big Brother' project is so I can't really address that part of things. However, as far as hellholes go, this place isn't so bad as some places I've been.

[Gilbert would sleep on the floor at this rate so a couch is good.]

Ehn, sorry, been reading Orwell lately. Depressing guy - but. Where do you...live, anyway? They give us houses and shit here? And what is this starfish thing? It's getting creepier the more I look at it.

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