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[sororite]

Well, well, well, what have I found here... [France leans in close and peers at the vine.] It seems I have been abducted by some truly horrible people, non? How should I deal with such a thing?

[Taps on the mirror.] Le chaton a-t-il indiqué la vérité? Can you lovely mademoiselles hear me? Ah, someone as wonderful as moi really cannot be held for too long, I am a busy woman.

... Angleterre? This seems like something you would enjoy but if you wanted my company so badly you could have just called. Honestly.

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[babeltowers.livejournal.com]

[ WHAT LANGUAGE IS THIS is what Kyubei thinks. ]

Not as much horrible as... strange.

[sororite]

I prefer to think of kidnapping as horrible. [Like you've never done it before, France...]

[babeltowers.livejournal.com]

I guess it depends. Some people actually like this place more than home.

[ Kyubei... has kidnapped people before too, no worries. ]

[sororite]

Well then, they can stay. Some of us have business to attend to!

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[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Bonjour.

Our current Evil Overlord is the Queen of Hearts. Forget horrible, and go straight to Arkham Asylum's most recent list of escapees.

Re: video;

[sororite]

La Reine des Coeurs... Merci, chèrie. That bad?

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Yup, that bad. It's like her evil master plan is to force me to drop out of college and spend the rest of my days living in Flower Land, frolicking in the fields.

Totally creepy, y'know?

[babeltowers.livejournal.com]

I don't think you'll be getting out of here anytime soon. Nobody else has.

[sororite]

That is... Rather strange, oui.

[sororite]

I don't think so. They were not la France, oui?

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Oh, and it's a girls-only zone.

If you woke up here wearing a weird white robe – 'cause I did, and I better not be the only one – try not to worry too much. Turns out we're not gonna be scarified into an active volcano to quell the Queen's anger.

[sororite]

Hm? Well, that's not so bad, men are rather useless in serious situations.

I did, I assumed some pervert had just undressed me in my sleep. [Doesn't seem too phased by that.] That's very reassuring though.

[babeltowers.livejournal.com]

.....Isn't that... a country?

[sororite]

Oui.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Tell me about it, sister. On one hand, I wanna be really pissed off at the Queen for dragging me here, but then again, not getting into any awkward situations with any exes for a while aaaalmost makes me wanna kiss her.

Name's Steph, by the way. Good to meetcha.

[babeltowers.livejournal.com]

So you're a country?!

[ ...SOMEHOW, though, this doesn't seem unrealistic to her. She comes from a place where people could turn into turtles, after all. ]

[sororite]

Oh, I know how you feel, mademoiselle, I can't count how many men I've had to just wait for to die... [Semi-immortality has it's perks!] Steph... Stephanie, then? I am France.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

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Wow. Somebody had patriotic parents.

[sororite]

Oui, exactement! Ah, I wonder if I should have revealed that so soon... But this isn't a normal situation and it's hardly a secret, so it should be fine.

[sororite]

I wouldn't know.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Er... oops? Just a nickname?

[sororite]

Non, non, it is my name! I am France!

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Ceci n'est pas une pipe?

[sororite]

That concept doesn't entirely apply, chèrie, I am France.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Hold up. Excuse me a minute. [ ] Haha, sorry 'bout that. For some reason, it sounded like you were trying to tell me you're a country.