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 Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 11:11 am
Once upon a time, it was a very cold and boring night in Poland's house. He had already harassed Lithuania to the point where it was no longer interesting, and so got the brilliant idea to invite everyone to his house for a sleep-over.
Everyone.
Yes. That means that somehow, even that creeper Russia got an invitation.
It also means that there are way too many people, in way too little space. Oh, and Poland probably wants to paint their nails. Or put on a drag-queen fashion show. Or sit there and watch lifetime movies while dishing on the latest celeb gossip.
So like, are you ready?
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 11:13 am
Rules
1. Gaia ToS, obviously
2. Guild Rules
3. This roleplay is "semi-literate". Meaning, write your sentences out. Even though the plot is... quite crackish, we don't want ** or -- or anything else you thought of for actions. Impress us with your mastery of the English language! Show us how you made it you.... Yeah. Not gonna finish that sentence.
4. Characters are on a first-come first-serve basis. You do NOT need to be the character you applied for in the guild, if you do not want to.
5. TCS doesn't wanna have to bother with profiles, so just post in here, as your character, that you will be playing as. Hopefully it should be active enough that we will know who is writing whom and any late comers should always just ask, in OOC Brackets [[ ]] or Parenthesis (( )) who is taken and where the plot has gone.
6. Don't smother people with pillows. It's not nice.
7. Have fun. I demand it. D< Alsodontletthisdiebeforeitisborn?
8. Post translations or I will eat your soul. (-From Russia, with love. PFFFT. There is no love in Russia :'D)
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 11:14 am
Characters Taken
France: I Francis Bonnefoy I
Russia: I Russia I
Sealand: Miss Ivy Is Here
England: I Arthur Kirkland I
Poland: I Feliks I
Lithuania: Bloody Valentine 47
Belarus: Herr Skit / The Constitution State
Other Characters:
Kaliningrad Oblast: The Lady Awesome
(([Fiiiine Russia; you win >w>))
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 11:15 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 2:02 pm
What in God's name was she doing here, again? Maria, also known as the Kaliningrad Oblast, would want to spend a night with Poland on any other day. It wasn't that she hated Poland, that was her former country and 'twin', Prussia. Something about the Polish man irked her; it was probably his attempts to make the albino more 'girlish'.
The woman sighed and ran a hand roughly through her silver-white locks, the thought of turning around and going back home (and by home, she meant Germany's house) made itself present in her mind, but playing video games with her twin and getting drunk with him was only fun for so long. So, there was was, standing outside Poland's house in the freezing cold, staring at the pink door --pink!-- blankly.
It's not like anyone else would be coming, except Poland's little boy-toy Lithuania (or was it the other way around?) and probably Russia. The Kaliningrader shivered, and not just because of the cold. Maria shook her head, she would get in, drink Poland's beer, get out, and hopefully still be sober enough to not wake up the next morning passed out on the streets of Warsaw. And, of course, not say anything stupid like agree to an offer to move in with Russia permanently.
Finally raising her hand, Maria pressed her numbing finger to the door bell and pushed... but since she was Prussia's former capitol, she did what he would do in that situation and press it three more times than was needed before letting her hand drop.
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 2:18 pm
 He had to admit he almost hadn't answered when his caller ID read that it was Poland calling. However, he was rather bored and decided that talking to anyone would be better than sitting around with nothing to do.
The moment the word "sleep-over" left the other nation's mouth, France had grinned to himself and immediately responded that he would be there before hanging up on the other blonde to go ready himself for the event.
Arriving at Poland's home the soonest his method of traveling would allow, he was pleased to find that he was not the first Nation there. Because he didn't want to seem desperate.
"Ahhh, bonsoir ma belle," he said to the woman standing in front of the door, his tone suave.((*bonsoir ma belle = Good evening beautiful. You better be happy I'm actually putting translations Russia >w>))
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Le Meilleur Espion Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 2:39 pm
Russia held the invitation in his hands, attempting to read the handwriting. The pink ink was a pain to read. Especially since it was written on pink paper.
The letter had been from Poland; and he didn't really want to open it. After all, the other nation did send him that chain letter before... (Luckily, Russia had dear comrades to send it to so his capital didn't have to become Warsaw!). But, he figured it wouldn't have hurt to open the letter now, since he hasn't given the Pole a reason to send such terrible things to him lately.
It turned out not to be a chain-letter, but rather an invitation. Oh, isn't that nice? And to a sleepover! Since it would be at Poland's, there would be no doubt that Lithuania would be there, too, right? Oh, and maybe the other Baltics as well! Giving a nod and a smile, he agreed to no one in particular that he would surely go. Tucking the paper away in his coat pocket, Russia set off to the sleepover.
(( If you didnt, I would hit you : D I'll add a format later. ))
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 2:49 pm
That house. That PINK house. Poland had invited him, why? Sealand appeared at the house with the letter clutched in his hand, a bed roll in the other. He clutched his jacket closer, it was much colder, with the seasons changing.
((Will make it fancy later, I just wanted to get Sealand in here. )
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 3:25 pm
The Oblast's previous feelings of being the only one quickly faded, since other nations where coming out from seemingly no where, even that little kid who always tried to sneak into world meetings. (What was his name again?) Although the albino really could care less about the little country that wasn't, Maria's attention was more draw to the all-too familiar French accent, casting her crimson gaze over her shoulder confirmed it was Francis. Add another thing to the list of things she needed to watch out for, the Frenchman's hands had even more of a tendency to wander even more when he was drunk. The fact that Maria was a woman didn't help matters much either (not that Maria really had much in the chest size department. Much to her intense displeasure).
Blowing into her hands to keep them warm, Maria raised a hand in greeting to the approaching Frenchman,
"Guten Abend, Francis" she said lightly, shifting her weight from one foot to the next.
((Edit, Sorry Russia
Translation= "Good Evening"))
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 3:41 pm
(( Translations please <3 ))
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Le Meilleur Espion Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 3:50 pm
He gave the woman before him a dashing smile when she finally turned to face him.
"You look cold ma chérie; would you allow me to keep you warm?" he asked seductively. He was cold himself and wouldn't mind having a lovely young woman's body to keep him warm ....
Looking down, he spotted the young boy who called himself a Nation and smiled a bit.
"Ahh, le petit Kirkland. Is ton grand frère attending the sleep-over as well?" he asked eagerly ... perhaps a little too eagerly.((*ma chérie = Dear, le petit Kirkland = Little Kirkland, ton grand frère, Your big brother. Oh hush you, or I'll steal all your candy when we go trick or treating >w>))
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 4:17 pm
Russia trotted over to the group of nations gathering outside of Poland's house. There weren't too many there, yet, but at least he wouldnt be alone, right?
"Ah, privyet, everyone!" He said, smiling widely at his dear comrades. How nice of them to show up, too!... he wasn't late was he? Looking over who exactly was here, and the fact that they were still outside, he was more than likely early, or at least on time. Either way, it was nice to see them outside of meetings. Ah, but he wasn't quite sure who the small blonde was. He resembled England, with the hair and eyebrows... (( France- .... You're an idiot if you do that, you know that, right? privyet= hi))
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 5:15 pm
England retrieved his mail from the mailbox and was genuinely surprised to see a letter from someone other than David Cameron hounding him on more work. He opened the letter and signed at the bright pink paper and knew immediately that it was from Poland. Skimming through it he noticed that Poland was having a slumber party of sorts...
England being well England, tossed the letter on the kitchen table and tried not thinking about that invitation. Again, he was surprised to have been invited to a gathering of well odd sorts.... He continued on with his day as normal; tending to the garden, working on paperwork for Cameron and doing a little needlepoint to relieve him of his stress.
As the day drew on he kept thinking back to the obnoxiously pink letter. He had been lonely for a few days now and it would be good for him to get out of his house once in a while but the idea of going to a sleepover at Poland's was preposterous! Surely a gentleman like himself wouldn't be there.
So, England packed his bag grumbling all the while and set off to Poland's because he really did need to get out and have fun once in a while....though he would never admit to that...
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 6:30 pm
The young nation smiled at the older blond. "You bet I am! I dunno about big brother, though. I bet he's going to ignore it for some time." He glanced at the, now accumulating, new faces. A cold breeze nearly knocked the young nation's cap off. "Ah, it's freezing out here..." he mumbled to no one in particular. A tall nation appeared. That guy's russia, I think... he thought. It would be nice to say hello! He turned to the man, smiling warmly despite the cold. "Hi, there! Mr. Russia, right?"
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