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[starspangledhero]

[ GOOD EVENING, MARSHALL STREET. YOUR LOBBY HAS BEEN TURNED INTO A WILD WEST SALOON BY AMERICA AND MIRIA. Perhaps an elaboration is in order.

If anyone in the complex cares to come down and figure out what all the ruckus (get it? Baccano, ruckus, shush it's funny) is about, you'll find that America and Miria have gotten it in their minds that there should be a saloon in Discedo. It's 1881 for America, and Miria is... Miria. This makes sense to them. This does not make sense to anyone else. That is okay. This is normal. So what does this all entail, exactly? Let's find out:

→ Chairs and tables of a wide variety; most likely stolen or robbed (at complete random, though hey, it might be yours. YOU'LL GET IT BACK... EVENTUALLY.)
→ Likewise for cups, glasses, and any vaguely Western decorations
→ Discedo Red Eye. The normal stuff is made from alcohol, chewing tobacco, and burnt sugar. Do you really want to know what's in the knock off? Either way, it tastes like the fires of hell.
→ Poker chips and cards. By that I mean checkerboard pieces/wood chips/whathaveyou labeled like poker chips, and whatever cards America could find. Have fun trying to win a game with this deck.
→ Banjo tied up in the corner. America stole a cow like the outlaw he is. Too bad it's his own. No one ever said he was good at this.
→ An out-of-tune piano that once belonged to Austria forever and a day ago. Why I remember this, no one knows.

For the record, America's dressed in a cowboy outfit left over from the last time Isaac left, Isaac himself is in similar (though probably fancier) attire, while Miria wears something pretty. This is Discedo and they're both still dirty but WHATEVER. IT ADDS TO THE AUTHENTICITY. The two citizens are in the background setting up the last details while America beams into the camera. ]

THE SALOON IS NOW OPEN FOR BUSINESS! That's right folks! Located right on American soil on Marshall street, brought to you by none other than me! Oh, and Isaac and Miria. They helped a lot.

I have no idea what to call it yet, but I've got alcohol and cards and... aw heck, we don't have a sheriff. Well, I can fill that role 'til a real one arrives! Dunno if that means I have to keep an eye on myself or not, but I'll get to that bridge when I cross it.

...also, England, gotta talk to ya. If you care to. That's it! Come drink and stuff!

[ He apparently thinks he shut it off. That is a lie. The video is still rolling as he sets his communicator on a table. You get a nice view of the lobby ceiling while America shouts at Isaac and Miria. Did I mention that he's a bit imperialistic too? Not as bad as the 1890s but still. ]

So I was thinkin'! Can you guys steal a building? I want another! And I'm running low on bullets and I just got over that economic depression, so I don't wanna pay that much for one. Which one has the most Americans?!

[ It ends there. God help whatever building he attempts to claim.]

[ooc: Action log for anyone and everyone interested! Threadjack anything. Feel free to claim any stupid junk as your stolen item. Or just reply to his post and call him a freak WHATEVER WORKS.]

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[starspangledhero]

[ America? Falling when he's drunk? Always. Stairs are the bane of his existence. He lands rather hard too. His glasses slide away from him and his whole body smacks the ground. Needless to say, he looks confused. It helps that he can't see for shit either. ]

Can I have some gin now?

[ He totally forgot he's already asked. His hands grope wildly for some kind of leverage. HALP. ]

Where's up?

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ DANGLING HIS HANDS OUT OF AMERICA'S REACH... before finally relenting and dangling his hands for America. America and England are like Chris and Sheva in Resident Evil 5. They are hopeless FUBAR and retarded beyond belief and they hurt each other more than help. N-no I haven't been playing RE all day WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ]

If you manage to get back to your room, I'll pour you a glass.

[starspangledhero]

[ Taking England's hands to hoist himself up. IT'S QUITE A CHALLENGE. It's all muscle, I swear. And I only made it halfway through RE4. ]

Okay!

[ Exciting prospect! Thank god he built the saloon in his own apartment building. One has to wonder if he actually planned for this. So he's making his way up the stairs with a little difficulty before he falls. ]

Englannnnnddd!

[ He calls out helplessly, yet he somehow manages to drag himself to his feet and make his way towards his room. Whereupon he stares at the door. WHO KNOWS IF ENGLAND EVEN FOLLOWED HIM UP. All I can say is that he'll be depress if he didn't and probably fall back down the stairs in search of more company. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ RE5 is fun if you have another friend to shoot in the back. otherwise it's not worth it. BUT BACK ON TOPIC! England is moping and following America up. He'd be typically whining but he's moping enough to get picked up for mopery because he's just found out way too much about America's 'lovelife' and because he hasn't gotten drunk enough ]

Move it.

[ AND KINDLY SHOVING AMERICA OUT OF THE WAY to wiggle the doorknob. ]

... Key.

[starspangledhero]

Where's the damn key?

[ He seems to be asking himself that question while he searches his pockets. Oh well. Time to just rip the knob off and stumble inside. By a miracle of the balance gods, he manages to strip down to only his pants and boots by the time he gets to the bedroom. The boots are promptly kicked off and he lands face-first in the bed. ]

England? Arthur, are you there? Don't leave me 'til I've fallen asleep! Do I get a glass now?

[ Mopery with intent to creep. And I have a Wii, meaning most games I want to play aren't for my system ;w; ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ busy picking up America's boots and lining them up nice and neatly somewhere ]

Stop calling me Arthur. It's unnerving.

[ England's nice enough to leave a glass of water at America's bedside, but not an ibuprofen because who knows where America keeps them or if he even has them ]

You're not a child any more; you'll be perfectly fine.

[starspangledhero]

How come?

[ Flopping over to lie on his side. It's okay, England, by the time America wakes up it'll be a whole new decade. ]

Are you going back down once I'm asleep? Hey, if you do, can you keep a look out for Billy?

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

Arthur's personal, and you make it sound as if we're bosom buddies when it comes out of your mouth. I don't call you Alfred, do I?

[ draping that random non-nautical themed afghan over America's face-down frame ]

... Even if I do, it's not the same. And for the love of God, could you please stop pining after Billy the Berk in my presence? You're moaning more than Romeo, and he was a deluded adolescent.

[starspangledhero]

Yeah you do. You did earlier.

[ Somehow he remembers that and yet can't keep conversations straight. Don't question it. ]

A rose by any other name of a different color. Wait. That's not how it goes. Sorry. Can't help it. I do this when I'm lovesick. Damn me.

[ Now smacking his face into the pillow. For convenience sake, let's say the glasses are on the bedside table. Because otherwise, ow. Then he giggles. ]

I'm so drunk!

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ hopping onto the side of America's bed, and trying to wrestle off whatever crazy cowboy jacket he's wearing. I kind of lost the sentence structure there while I was deep... in thought ]

Exactly. You're not lovesick.

[starspangledhero]

[ You mean playing Resident Evil 5. And squirming away, very unsuccessfully. ]

I am! I really am!

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

No you're not!

[ NOT RIGHT NOW. B-but only because my partner is picking up dinner and... s-sob. No RE5 is not the reason I'm dropping tags it really isn't. I can stop any time I want. And finally getting the jacket off after a bit more struggling. Let's hope you're wearing boxers America, because the pants are next ]

It's the alcohol talking, if you could even call that alcohol.

[starspangledhero]

[ YOU'LL FIND OUT. America's moodily tossing his head side to side. ]

Yes I am! I was when I was sober too! Why must you deny my love?!

[ Said in the most dramatic voice possible. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

You're not in love you're too young for love!

[ AND WITH THAT ENGLAND KIND OF ACCIDENTALLY SQUASHES AMERICA DOWN INTO THE PILLOW. He is smothering America with love ]

You're making this more difficult than it has to be.

[starspangledhero]

No one is too young for love!

[ That's what he tries to scream loud enough for more than the pillow to hear him. His lungs burn with love. Really. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

You are!

[ SMOTHERED WITH LOVE. NO LIE. But now England has released America from death by pillow and is attempting to take his pants off. I always thought this part was awkward in all parent-kid relationships, especially when you see it in movies ]

[starspangledhero]

I'm not! I'm my own nation, I can love who I want!

[ WIGGLING AWAYYYY. Well, trying to. And yeah I watched Big Daddy today and I lol'd when Adam Sandler was like "You have to wear the bathing suit because I don't know the rules with parents and kids and being naked." Sob I wish I were pure enough to not feel sketchiness at movies like this. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

Not when you could do better.

[ ASDFASDF I WATCHED THAT MOVIE TODAY TOO. And trying to worm those pants off so sketch ;w; ]

[starspangledhero]

[ Stopping his struggling for confusion. That almost sounded like a compliment. America doesn't catch this, but he's still having trouble processing words. ]

Better?

[ DID YOU WATCH IT ON ABC FAMILY OR WHATEVER? Maybe that was Edward Scissorhands. I don't know I watched a lot of movies today. America's not so sketched himself because... yeah. Drunk. And now trying to give England the most serious look he can muster while his pants are taken off. The effect is kinda lost. ]

What's better than someone who makes feel happy, and like you're the greatest thing alive, and like you're a country worth fighting to live in?

[ Wait, this is getting too touching. Let me fix that. ]

England, I think I'm gonna puke.

[ He manages to shuffle to the edge of the bed before doing so. And now the dog is coming to investigate like all dogs fucking do. ]

1/2

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

Loads of things. I just can't be arsed to named them all.

[ AND TOSSING THE PANTS ACROSS THE ROOM. He's about to ask America where his PJ's are when he hears that last thing ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ and jumping comically to the other side of the bed AWAY from America and AWAY from Betty ]

O-oi. I'm not holding your hair back for you if you throw up!

[starspangledhero]

[ SORRY, CAN'T HEAR YOU, TOO BUSY THROWING UP ON THE FLOOR. Now shivering some from both the vomiting and from having no clothes. He pauses on the edge of the bed for a minute, trying to decide whether to clean it up now or leave it for the morning. The choice is made when Puppy starts sniffing it. He decides to stumble out of bed away from the vomit and go get a mop and a damn bucket to throw up into later.

The second he steps out of the room he seems to have forgotten where he left England. Looking arounnndddd. ]

England?

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ MUTTER MUTTER MUTTER jumping over the puddle of vomit to follow America out ]

What?

[starspangledhero]

There you are! Stay there. Don't go anywhere.

[ Getting the mop and bucket, stumbling back to the bedroom to clean it up, etc. He ends up slumped against the wall for support, mopping the floor with one clumsy hand and drinking his water with the other. ]

I feel better, Arthland!

[ Now laughing at your new name. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ watching America attempt to clean up his throw up is really sad. it's like watching a two legged dog struggle to chase his tail. ]

Do me a favour and shut up.

[ AND WITH THAT, GRABBING THE MOP OUT OF AMERICA'S HAND and cleaning it up himself. He's mutter things like "useless ungrateful sod" and "tosser" under his breath and wondering why he even bothers anymore ;w; such a one sided friendship ]