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[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[If you have a keen nose or happen to be passing by the spaceship, if might become apparent that someone's spent the better part of the day baking with maple syrup. (Adversely, if you happen to be inside the spaceship, chances are good you've already found the freshly baked stash of maple cookies big enough to feed the Royal Canadian Air Force (circa 1946, though) and are stuffing your American face.)

Should the maple not entice you, maybe the young nation in braided pigtails and an oversized sweatshirt repeatedly whipping a small rubber ball at the side of the spaceship will. With the stick in her hand, she catches the ball neatly no matter which way it bounces back to her, running back and forth to catch it, only to jerk the handle of the lacrosse stick, sending the ball soaring back to the outer wall of the spaceship once more.

It's obvious Canada is taking this as a serious bout of training, cursing those rare times she misses. It's been too long since hockey season ended for her and she's gotten slack at finding people to play lacrosse with her. She misses being able to pour herself into her national sports, letting herself get caught up in the fun and comraderie of the game, whatever it happens to be.

What probably isn't obvious is how sad, homesick, or absolutely tired of being forgotten she is.]

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[sheroic.livejournal.com]

[ And America comes out to watch her, bunches of maple cookies in hand. ]

You should play baseball instead. [ Munching on those cookies. Maybe she'll realize something's wrong maybe. ]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

You can't play baseball alone.

[sheroic.livejournal.com]

I'd play! And you've got friends here, right? Yeah! So we can play!

Oh, but when I'm done eating. Are you gonna make any more of these?

[rueandwolf.livejournal.com]

[Lithuania is watching the game a bit curiously. It's not one she's familiar with, but considering how unhappy the other nation seems, she's not sure she should walk up and ask. Not to mention she was taking out frustrations via physical action herself not that long ago.]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Oh... hello. Sorry, I didn't see you there.

[rueandwolf.livejournal.com]

[Lithuania smiles a bit apologetically.]

I'm sorry if I disturbed you, Miss Canada. I've never seen that game before.

[dewy-sunflowers.livejournal.com]

[Ukraine was out walking, exploring and taking a mental map of where everything was in relation to other things when she happened upon the Lacrosse playing Canadian. She knew it was one of her games but couldn't remember the name very well with it's odd name.]

[But she remembers her Matvey, her Canada and some of the similar bouts of depression he'd get where he'd sulk and go play hockey until her dropped. Something was certainly up with Maggie and she was determined to find out in her non-confrontational way.]

Maggie, is all okie?

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Yes. Of course. Hi.

[dewy-sunflowers.livejournal.com]

Is not good to lie to friends.

[Goes and retrieves the ball and holds it out to her with a small, concerned smile.]

What is wrong?

[hungryprincess.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Canada, but you're not being noticed! yet

Yuyuko was napping somewhere nearby when the maple cookie aroma started to pervade the area. Thusly does a half-asleep ghost princess float through the door, following her nose.

She is slowly homing in on the cookies. It is unclear if she is awake or not.]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

... Do you like maple, too?

[hungryprincess.livejournal.com]

[!]

Ah!
I must have been moving in my sleep.

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

[If, by any chance, the ball happens to bounce off the wall and past Canada's net...

Then it may smack Prussia square in the forehead. Serves her right for not paying attention]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

[The ball she can handle! The stick to the face, on the other hand, is an unpleasant surprise. She stumbled to the floor, clutching the side of her temple]

Have you lost your mind?!

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

[Zenobia is circling the spaceship and keeping her distance for now. She looks absolutely puzzled.] What an odd structure. ...It smells good, too.

[But then Zenobia sees something that interests her more.] Oh! It's Canada!

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Hello, Zenobia.

[freemade-grace.livejournal.com]

Well done.

[Jill's been watching for a bit, after hearing the repetitive noise and going to investigate.]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[noneedforheroic.livejournal.com]

What are we playing here?

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Lacrosse warm-up.

[thinkbrave.livejournal.com]

( Well, Maggie. There's a curious Australian kid watching, but she just watches for a long time before saying anything. )

Doesn't that work better with two people?

( You know, just in case you hadn't noticed that little fact, Canada. She's being extremely dry, of course. )

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Or any multiple of two.



Too bad there wasn't anyone else around.

[sellchelles.livejournal.com]

[ Oh! Cookies! It may not be seafood but they smell so delicious that Seychelles can't help but be drawn to them. She briefly ponders taking one until she remembers her manners -- she knows that she ought to ask first. Yet who does she ask?

Seychelles momentarily scans the room before finally spotting Canada, who appears to be playing some sort of game but … all by herself? ]

Excuse me, miss, but did you make these?

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

I did. Would you like one?