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Day Four

Early in the morning, the people in tent two will wake up when their tent begins to shake violently. It will ultimately collapse on them. When they wake up, they will find no one outside. Instead, they will see heavy clouds on the horizon. Also, it looks like someone has gone through the Nations' things. Various belongings have been thrown around camp-- clothes, towels, batteries, toilet paper, food, etc. More food items have been eaten. It is much cooler than it was yesterday and a strong, cool breeze blows. The waves are bigger and it would be dangerous to go out too far. Most nations should be able to tell a storm is coming. Electronic devices do not work. The only way to find out what the weather forecast will be is to use the emergency radio or your own instincts. As the day goes on, the wind will become stronger. Tents might start to come undone and blow in the wind. The weather is getting increasingly worse and they will have to find better shelter. The forest and spring appear normal. Weather: Cool, windy, very cloudy. It will rain on and off all day. A storm is coming. Electronics: Music players will play static. The emergency radio is able to pick up weather reports. Cell phones: Everyone will be able to get a signal at some point during the day for a brief amount of time! However, calls don't seem to go through for some reason. Animals: All pets will disappear. Magic: Ineffective. Nothing will work. ???: Various belongings find themselves randomly thrown around outside. Romania's books are missing. He will find black feathers where his books used to be. Day 5 will go up 10 June |
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... Sorry.
[He's probably said it at least a hundred times by now, but every time Turkey moves to rub his neck Poland feels compelled to repeat it.]
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[ He didn't really blame Poland at all for what happened. The first couple "sorrys" were fine, but now it was starting to get annoying. ]
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[Poland covers his mouth with his sleeve to cough briefly, looking around for Lithuania. He didn't see his body anywhere on the path down from the spring so he was hoping he got away.]
You don't need like a bandage on it or anything, right?
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Here, catch. [Poland throws Turkey the bottle of aspirin, pulling out a bottle of cold medicine for himself.]
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[Poland tears off some paper off a roll of toilet paper to use as a tissue.]
Which is probably like no one at this point, but whatever.
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Damn, and I really liked this one too.
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[Although by the time they get to a washing machine that stain will have been set in for forever...]
But, I'll buy you a new one when we get home.
Poland stop going through his stuff /THREADJACKS
He actually spots Poland a moment or two before Turkey, simply used to searching out that particular head of blond hair. But then he sees Turkey, or more accurately Turkey's clothes, and he hurries over.]
Ah... [He's not really sure what to say if what looks like had happened actually happened. He can't help but look Poland over, too, and he's a little guilty at being so relieved the other nation looks more or less unharmed, if obviously soaking wet.]
poland does what he wants!!
Hey, ya alright?
Damn straight.
[Poland's voice totally cracked because it's sore, not from being worried about you all night or anything.]
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After I left--what happened?
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[Getting the image of Turkey's decapitated head staring at him all night to fade out of his memory was going to take a while without bring it up again.]
I just want to go home and totally forget this whole trip.
/jumps in.
But Greece can't just haul him off for answers. At least, not immediately.] ...Welcome back. Polonía, Lithouanía.
[Nods for both of them. That should be enough. Turkey, on the other hand, gets a searching, surprisingly concerned look before Greece tilts his head pointedly toward their tent.]
You need to change your clothes.
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I do, don't I?
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Ah, hello. [He can't manage much more than that, really, his concerns piling up on top of him. He addresses Turkey instead, because at least worrying provides a direction.] You have extra clothes, right?
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Some things were scattered around the beach. [As much to Lithuania as Turkey, but the following applies to Turkey only.] I've collected yours; I think I got them all. Your clothes included.
Sorry, Lithouanía. But if you'll excuse us...?
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He shakes the last of the sand out of a towel, but he doesn't hand it over yet.] How much of the blood is yours?
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He pauses before he speaks, quiet at first. ]
What's it to you brat...
[ But then he figures that he's not really in the mood for a fight right now. ] All of it.
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