snowblindrpg | [network] @SceptredIsle; how do we bear this burden; day 56; text [open]

Good morning, everyone.

I'm sure you all saw the obituary a couple days ago. I elected not to post about it yesterday, as there were more widespread concerns regarding our safety and I didn't wish to detract attention from them. [Yes. That is totally the reason it has taken him a few days to post about this.]

But I'd like to request that you contact me if you have any information on the whereabouts of Sealand. His network handle is @TOTALLYANATION. He looks about twelve and he's got short blonde hair and blue eyes. I know he's not in the hospital's morgue; I checked. I've left him a message so that he can hopefully respond once he returns.

[If he returns.]

There's no need to go out of your way to search, but if anyone is going by the other morgues, I would appreciate if you could take a quick look while you're there.

And if he happens to contact any of you, please tell him that England and America are looking for him. [He's using his real name and everything! Mostly because hiding it now is pointless and he has better things to worry about.]

Thank you for your time.

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.....odd names.

[He's guessing their parents were Earth nation enthusiasts, or some such nonsense....thinks the guy with his home planet as his network ID.]

I'll keep an eye out for him. [...] Can he pass for a younger child?

I get that a lot. I can explain if you'd like, but only if you're an open-minded sort.

[...well, technically Sealand is always passing for younger than he is...] Perhaps a few years younger, but it's safe to say that he looks well within the range of ten to twelve years old. Depends on what he's wearing. He's got this little sailor uniform that makes him look a bit younger, but he's wearing some warmer clothes on top of it now.

Maybe later, if the need arises.

[It's something odd enough to comment on, but discuss? Not quite. Doesn't seem relevant, especially now.]

Hm....I see. I found some winter wear earlier that was meant for a child. [But he has absolutely no experience at judging human sizes, so.] He can have them if our paths cross, and they fit.

[Then England will leave that matter for now. Truthfully, he doesn't feel very passionate about explaining it right now, anyway.

Plus, the clothes sound much more promising a topic.]

If you're willing to give them up, I'm truly grateful. We've been looking for clothes in his size, but it's hard enough finding winter wear in the first place, much less something that will fit him. Anything I could make at this point wouldn't be very warm or well-tailored. [Since he lacks scissors...]

Being this far north, you'd think it would be easier to come across. But I suppose that would be too convenient.

The houses I've come across have been largely cleaned out. Can't say I'm surprised that includes clothes.

[The quiet sounds of a backpack being rifled through.]

Let's see.....here. A coat and a pair of mittens. Might be a little too small.....but I've got a pair of scissors. [HAHA!!!] He could get an extra layer out of them, at least.

[Always assuming that this Sealand, should they meet, won't take one look at Alister and run screaming in the other direction.]

It always seems that way. @ADMIN posted something once about "item distribution," so it's entirely possible that it's not coincidental.

[A pause as Alister looks through his stuff.]

You've found scissors? What I wouldn't give for a similar stroke of luck. Those would do him a lot better than anything I've got, even if they are a bit snug.

To what end, I wonder.....as we all do.

[Idle words, shadowed with disdain. What a stupid game (or psychological experiment, or whatever) to involve everyone in.]

Again, he's welcome to them. They won't fit me, and there's plenty of other things to burn. [More quiet sounds as he returns the items to his backpack, no longer needing to have them out. Better to keep everything stowed away, in case he had to move with haste.] I saw a large building off in the distance about a week ago. I'll circle back there to check if it's a morgue.

Indeed. [Tone is hard to convey through text, but England is definitely bitter as hell.]

If it's not too much of an inconvenience, I would appreciate it.

[A small pause.]

And if you happen to meet another child in need of warm clothes before Sealand returns, I don't mind if you give them what you have. [England doesn't want to deprive another kid when he's not even sure Sealand is definitely going to come back...]

If it was an inconvenience, I wouldn't bother. I'm heading in that direction, regardless.

[His tone is blunt, but not exactly unkind. It's not as though he feels nothing for what Norfinbury's unwilling community has gone through, is going through. Just....there are limits to what he can do, and he's not in the business of promising more than he thinks he can achieve. Running blindly across miles of snow when the days are getting shorter might be a nice gesture, but it would also be a stupid and fruitless one. It could get him killed.]

And, understood. We'll see how that plays out.

[The response is actually sort of refreshing, considering England has been, on a daily basis, dealing with exactly the kind of person who would do something that stupid and fruitless for someone else's sake.]

Then I wish you luck. I hope you're able to find something relevant to your own search, as well. Feel free to contact me privately if you discover anything of interest, and I'll update you on any developments if necessary.

I've discovered quite a few things of interest lately, although nothing related to this Sealand.

[Except.....he pauses, then, on the verge of saying more. An idea has just occurred to him.

However, the feed ends.]

[And then begins anew.]

What do you think about the possibility of an underground mausoleum? I found a trapdoor in one of the houses.

[A development that, judging from the added security, he would rather England kept to himself.]

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