[log] Can't Get No Privacy; Night 72 [closed]

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Characters: America, England, Quark, and Sealand
Location Building 74
Date: Night 72, post-lockdown
Summary: Quark meets the nations! Oh boy!
Warnings: None as of now!

Just a general mingle style log for the characters bunking together for the night! Talk around and get to know the small human child!

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At Lockdown

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[Quark is just in time. Like, literally, this is a close call. It's not even that he traveled from so far away, but he's exhausted and hungry and got a late start to the day. He barely gets inside the building when the doors seal up.]

Made it!

[He's triumphant for about two seconds before letting out a relieved sigh--and then realizing he's not alone in the house. If he wasn't still fresh from the snow, he'd be flushing in embarrassment. Even so, he tenses, a bit nervous.]

Sorry, I didn't know anybody was in here! I hope you don't mind me staying.

[Not as if any of them have a choice, or anything. But, you know, it's polite to ask!]

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[Of course, England is pretty startled to hear the door open again once they've settled in. He draws the knife from his toolbelt with no hesitation, presuming it's a monster; he can't fight it, but he could give America and Sealand time to get away—

But it's not a monster. It's a kid.

The door locks behind him, so it's not as if they have a choice now, but England still glances between his other two companions with some wariness before answering.] ...better you're inside than out there, I suppose.

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[Quark wills himself to relax as he looks at the man who addressed him first. It's not too hard, at least, because he already feels warmer than he was when he was outside a few second ago.]

Thanks, Mister. I won't bother you or anything, promise!

[And then, for good measure, since he hasn't met any of these people in person and it's polite:]

My name's Quark.