[log] I'll bury you good and straight and right [closed]

[fifty]

Characters: America, England, Sealand
Location Building 86, maybe some other places later, we'll see
Date: duration of the event, starting at evening/night 80
Summary: It's time to deal with awful familiar monsters. A catch-all for the nation group during the event.
Warnings: just the standard event warnings of horror and general upset

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[keepscalm]

[England isn't the easily frightened type, but he still nearly jumps out of his skin as the Canada-monster charges the house; he even draws the knife from his tool belt out of reflex, though he knows that fighting the creatures is impossible.

He moves away from the bedroom door so that he can see the bathroom window, his breathing quick with alarm. Despite the force with which it hit the house, the window still seems to be intact.]

[fifty]

[America, once he rolls over, can't help but stare at the monster as it tries to force its way through the window. The face is still familiar, even with dead skin and bloody lips and fangs where normal teeth should be. It looks like Canada when he's really mad, Canada when America's done something maybe a tiny bit stupid and Canada's really letting him have it. His stomach slides around sickeningly, but he can't stop staring.]

[keepscalm]

[Once England's shock subsides enough, he can finally get a look at the other monster's face. And it does look like Canada; England won't admit it out loud, but he can see why America took pause.

Seeing that it still can't get inside, though, England scoffs out a noise of disapproval and stomps over to the bathroom to close that door.] Bloody nuisance.

[Pretending (badly) not to be shaken by the appearance of the Canada-monster, England looks down at America, a concerned furrow in his brow.] Are you all right?

[fifty]

[There's an obvious pause where America's eyes remain locked on the monster before he can tear them away, look at England, and lie badly.] Yeah, I'm fine.

[keepscalm]

[When England closes the door, it's really more like he slams it. America won't be able to see the monster for long, at least.]

Hmph. [That done, he gives the door a baleful look before he steps back. Only then is he satisfied enough to approach America and offer him a hand to help him up.]

[fifty]

[With the door to the bathroom closed, it's quiet, as if nothing was outside at all. He reaches to take England's hand and get himself up off the floor, glancing over at the closed bathroom door but trying to push the memories out of his mind.] We just have to wait it out.

[keepscalm]

[Despite himself, as he pulls America up, England's gaze slides over to the window where the France-monster had previously taken up space. But it's not there now. He suspects it will be at the bedroom door soon, then.

Perhaps his hand lingers a bit too long against America's, but he pulls it back without drawing too much attention to the action and then makes sure his knife is safely back in his tool belt.] ...Indeed. It would be wise to focus on something else until we can get some rest.

[fifty]

We can search the--uh, rooms. [It hardly qualifies as a house, to be honest. Not to mention the matter of searching the bathroom with the monster right outside the window. Okay, so maybe it's more searching this one room.]

[keepscalm]

[England has a similar concern about the bathroom as soon as America suggests that. Plus, they mostly cleared out this very house yesterday. But he supposes it wouldn't hurt to look it over again.]

All right. I'll take the restroom. You look around in here. [He'll even spare America the sight of the monster Canada outside the bathroom! Though he can't do much to ensure it doesn't wander to the other window.]

[fifty]

Alright. [America will take the decision at face value--he's eager to not have to deal with the Canada monster right now. Not that he wants England to have to deal with it, either, but he can only focus so much on not being selfish when there are things like that circling around outside.] If there's anything else to find in here I'll totally find it!

[keepscalm]

[England would rather have the opportunity to prove how totally un-bothered he is by this whole thing, anyway. So he heads back over to the bathroom and opens the door with minimal hesitation, trying for some normalcy with sarcasm.] Try not to get overwhelmed. [Searching the bedroom is a very difficult task, and all.]

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I don't get overwhelmed by anything! [Except not even five minutes ago, when he was obviously overwhelmed by the entire monster situation. He searches the entire bedroom multiple times just to prove it, except for the area by the window that he doesn't so much as glance at, lest he catch sight of the things outside. There isn't actually anything to find in here, though, that they haven't already picked up, so the entire process is a little pointless.]

[keepscalm]

[The France-monster, as it turns out, is not at the door, but at the bathroom window now. England feels sick to his stomach as soon as he looks at it again, but he keeps his thoughts to himself and combs through the bathroom, checking in the tub and in the cupboards and staunchly ignoring the leering of the monstrous Frenchman outside.

His cheeky response is a bit delayed, but he manages to half-arse a retort eventually as he searches.] You never know. It's a pretty heavy task.

[fifty]

No task is too heavy for a hero. [America's reply is easier than a lot of his words have felt this evening. The exchange is normal and reliable, and he feels oddly grateful to have England around right now.] Anyway, I can lift anything.

[keepscalm]

Not any more, you can't. Don't be so cocky.

[England is thankful to have a distraction, at least, from Beardy's awful eyes and his too many teeth. But he can only do so much searching in an empty bathroom, and he thinks he's about done after he lifts the lid of the toilet tank and finds nothing unusual inside.]

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Okay, I can lift-- [A sharp pause as America's eyes slide across the window and see that Canada's there. Not Canada. Not Canada. It's fine.] --A lot of stuff. More than most people here.

...I think I'm done, by the way.

[keepscalm]

[The monster's tendrils start to crawl across the window again. This time there are more of them, and it draws them back to slam them against the glass.

Thankfully, England has some privacy as a shudder wracks his body.] ...so am I.

[Ugh. He takes a few steps back without breaking eye contact with the monster, but he vacates the bathroom after that with some obvious haste.]

[fifty]

[America's eyes keep drifting back over to the Canada monster in the window--he'd hoped that the growing snow and darkness would obscure it more, but it's only serving to make things look even more eerie. When he notices England has returned, though, he snaps to comical attention.]

So! Find anything?

[keepscalm]

[Maybe it would be worth it to tape curtains up in front of the windows.

England adjusts the cuff of his jacket's sleeve, awkwardly keeping the Canada-monster out of his line of sight.] No. I expected as much, though. Fairly certain we found everything of use yesterday.

[fifty]

I guess so. [Then what to do next? America isn't exactly thrilled by the idea of sleeping with those things so close by. He has the feeling if he or England get any sleep at all it'll be in shifts, honestly.] ...Then... Food! Let's eat. [He hasn't eaten in a while, but he doesn't actually feel hungry right now. Still, he should eat, and if he says he's not hungry, England will definitely ask him about it.]

[keepscalm]

[Seeing as they've just restocked, eating isn't too bad an idea. Though knowing how America feels about his usual food preparation...] I'll leave that to you.

[But he's not content with leaving such a wide opening to insult him, so he's quick to follow it up with more sass, this time in a bitter attempt to make light of their terrible situation.] Though I don't know if I'll have much of an appetite with the frog's face staring right at me.

[fifty]

Maybe we should put a sheet over the window. [It might not be the best use of a sheet, but it seems a lot better now than most nights here. He digs through his bags for food, trying to decide what to eat that won't be that hard to make.] What d'you want?

[keepscalm]

I've got a couple curtains. [That he plans to use to make garments with at some point, if he can ever find some blasted sewing supplies.]

Whatever we've got. It's all rubbish. [Convenience store food is terrible. He'll be happy to hit that supermarket downtown when the weather improves. While he speaks, he digs around in his pillowcase for the curtains.] I'll cover the windows while you handle the food.

[fifty]

It's not that bad. [America digs deeper into their supplies. The saucepan is good enough for starting a little fire in. They're short on actual things to cook in, but hot dogs are easy and can be speared on the metal rods he got from that lampshade. He picks out three and, once he's started the actual cooking process, it's easy to just stare down at the little fire and try to ignore everything else going on.

He does keep glancing at England, though.]

[keepscalm]

[England is very intent on his task. He doesn't have much to hold the curtains up with, but he makes do with the packing tape he picked up. He stretches his arms up to tape one of the curtains up over the bedroom window, and gives it a final glare before he moves to do the same in the bathroom.

He doesn't even like hot dogs that much, but the smell of food cooking is welcoming, regardless, so he doesn't dawdle too much on the curtain in the bathroom. Only when he emerges does he even catch a hint of America's glancing, but he doesn't notice quickly enough to be convinced it wasn't a figment of his imagination.]

...there. Hopefully they shan't be disturbing us too much now.