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Jul. 13th, 2010 04:29 am
balaton: (Steal my lines and leave me dumb)
[personal profile] balaton
[It's a beautiful day at 456 Stone Street. Birds are chirping, puppies are yapping, and one brunette nation is sticking closely to the window, phone piece firmly held in one hand.]

I've been relocated. Again. While this looks like a more cheerful occupation and this is the happier I've seen the Eastern Bloc be in a while, I'd really appreciate the prior notice.

Although it's been a while since I've worn a dress.

[[OOC: She's taken from right after the Hungarian Revolution, so she may be just a little bit unsettled.]

Date: 2010-07-13 03:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kol-shevik.livejournal.com
Could just be saying hello nicely for once.

Date: 2010-07-13 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] muskatli.livejournal.com
Do you know why I'm here? No one is being straight with me.

Date: 2010-07-13 03:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kol-shevik.livejournal.com
Is obvious. Town could not take you away from Russia.

Date: 2010-07-13 11:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] muskatli.livejournal.com
[Is half terrified of that being the actual truth.]

You're saying this is your territory, as well?

Date: 2010-07-14 02:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kol-shevik.livejournal.com
Even idea of having Mayfield town as territory is making Russia feel ill to stomach. But not too ill, because Russia is very strong.

Date: 2010-07-14 11:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] muskatli.livejournal.com
Right. Since it's not yours, I'm not answering to you anymore. At least not here.