reckless_eagle: (This is not in any way suggestive)
[Well.]

[Poland appears not to have noticed yet that he's high as all fuck, so he's kept eating the candy, figuring he's just like, in a good mood or something. To be fair, his normal state is pretty cheerful and nonsensical, and he's chalking the disorientation up to the mansion's physical changes and the strange lights and music.]

[But! It's not important right now!]

[Because he found a bunch of body paints! He's got his (already slightly scandalous for him) t-shirt pulled up over his stomach, and the fingertips of one hand covered in purple paint, a smudge of it already evident near his navel.]


Guys! I like, forgot what I was drawing. What was I gonna draw? It's super important, I swear.

Also, like. Where are you? You're far away. I miss youuuuu~ You totally still like me, right? [Smiles, a little distantly.] 'Cause I'm awesome? And you're awesome. God, you're like. The awesomest. Ok?

[...I don't think he's talking to anyone in particular.]
reckless_eagle: (Smile like you mean it)
[Poland's smile is a little bit forced this time around, but it stays up well enough. He's in his room, dressed like a little prince out of an effort to calm himself down and cheer himself up.]

Hey! So like, does anyone wanna hang out? It's just, it's like, it's been a wicked long time since I've chilled with some of you, and yeah. Let me know, ok? We can like, play dress-up or go riding or just hang and talk or whatever, just... let me know?

Oh. And, um, has anyone seen Liet? [A slight pause, as he remembers that not everyone here knows Lithuania by his nickname, and most of them don't.] Lithuania, I mean. I like, totes haven't seen him since the event, and we said we wouldn't do that whole lame avoiding-each-other-because-of-an-awkward-event thing again, so like, it's starting to wig me out a bit that he hasn't come home yet.

So like, tell me if you've seen him, 'kay? Or if you want to hang.

[He waves a little, then ends the recording.]
reckless_eagle: (Ohgawdohgawdohgawd!)
[When the curse hits, Poland is in the kitchen, grabbing a glass of milk and a thick slice of good bread to cure his midnight munchies. He's making his way back home, snack in hand, still unarmed and barefooted and in his pajamas, when he hears the sound of men marching in too-precise unison.]

[Around the corner, about half a dozen soldiers appear, in uniform. Wearing the insignia the Major wore, the one Poland saw all over those history books from the future before he decided to put them away and think on them as little as possible.]

[He's wide-eyed in panic for a moment, then darts into the nearest room to hide. And get a weapon. Not necessarily in that order.]

[Outside, the soldiers begin knocking on doors, searching for him.]

[OOC: Anyone who interacts with Poland WILL NOT RECOGNIZE HIM, and he gives off a sort of aura that make them all instinctively view helping him as far more trouble than it's worth, which is what he's really afraid of. Also, if you live on the first or fifth floor and want to say the room he picked at random to flee into was yours, please do!]

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