[Japan can be seen gathering her neatly folded clothes to her chest, shuffling with them nervously before she speaks.]

Ah, I believe-- um, these cats are quite kind. How are they trained? This seems... [she pauses thoughtfully, glancing down at herself. there's some faint blushing, but she moves on with her speaking.]

It's almost as if I'm in a rather main role! What a surprising thing to be thrown into so suddenly. [she says this with the slightest bit of energy, but quickly backs down with an attempt at a stern voice.]

This is not a dream, is it? Is anyone there? America-san, please warn me if you are going to have me in a movie! ...A simple warning was all I needed.

[Saber had been missing for a week after wandering into the jungle and through a stitch in time, but to her the only change was the sudden assortment of decorations that had gone up over night.]

[All the snow, bright colors, stars, and the festive greenery (especially the mistletoe, not that she recognized it) came as a pleasent surprise to her, really~ She hadn't an idea what the occassion was, but it certainly did make her cheery.]

[Ever since the wishing stars happened, she'd kept a red bag slung over her back, full of tools and art supplies. Right now Saber was sitting on a blanket laid over snow, leaning back against a tree. She hummed to herself as she, with a knife in her hand, worked on wood carvings. She had a few already: a bear, a decorated tree, and a ... wooden snowman. Whatever she was working on now wasn't far enough along to clearly recognize yet.]

((Mistletoe event stuff optional; if you want to just say so OoCly, Nero will be rather easy going about the whole mistletoe thing.))

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.

[In the orchard, a young woman sits curled up beneath a star apple tree, holding one of the deep purple fruits in her hands. She's split it open, revealing the star shaped core. She murmurs to herself.] Mm... It can't be that simple, can it? Wishing on stars... [It hasn't exactly been working out well for others, from her observations, but... She can't deny that she's curious.]

Let's see... I wish to go home.

[A star-shaped silver capsule hits the earth in front of her, and with a faint frown, she opens it to reveal a map. She pauses for a moment, her fingertips softly skimming across the edges of it, before setting it gently down beside her. She casts her eyes back to the sky and frowns. Her eyes then catch sight of a wild turkey roaming the orchard in the distance.

Fine, then. She may as well get something useful here.] I wish for a rifle.

[The next capsule contains a book. She frowns, not understanding the connection, but then it opens all on its own and begins flipping its own pages. Rifling. She would groan at how tacky the misinterpretation is if she weren't so annoyed. She shuts the book and stuffs it back in its capsule, repeating the wish. Perhaps she needs to be more specific.]

I wish for a sniper rifle.

[The next capsule is much larger. She smiles, reaching out to open it- she's hoping for something familiar, like a Dragunov SVD- and pulls out this. All... right, then. The Hello Kitty design is... unusual, but a rifle is a rifle. She brings it up to her shoulder, seeming very familiar with how to hold the weapon properly, and looks through the scope until she's locked onto the wild turkey. She waits until her shot is clear and steady, and then fires.

Except there's no bullet leaving the chamber. Instead, the gun shoots a shower of glitter and rhinestones which poof into the air in an enormous cloud. Vietnam winds up covered in rainbow sparkles. She tosses the gun aside, giving a sharp exclamation and a curse word or two in her own language as she tries to shake glitter out of her hair and clothes.]

T-trời ơi-!

[When she sees the mirror appear, she smiles warmly at it.]... Nice to see that this Vine appreciates my charms, too...

[Lou has altered her plain white dress to be much more revealing than it used to be. She's also been experimenting with some of the berries she's found in the orchard since she's gotten here, and painted with them across her chest in big, block letters: 'For Rent.']

Hope no one minds that in light of some of the Queen's having some younger guests, I'll have to use a few euphemisms for this.

It occurs to me that some of you ladies here might be ...in need of some special attention while we're here. I have to imagine that at least some of you enjoy the more ...risque activities. If you're hormones levels are climbing anyplace near mine, well, I'm happy to offer my services.

I am Louisa Dem Five of New Hong Kong, owner and proprietor of both franchises of the Velvet Fist, and a fully licensed sex professional.

And I'm here for you for as long as you need me, ladies. Or even if you just want me. [Wink.]

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[There is a teenage girl asleep in the orchard, nestled securely between two branches of an apple tree. Or she was asleep, anyway; now she stirs a little and starts to mutter to herself.]

You have to open your eyes, Katniss.

[She opens her eyes, and when she speaks again it's a bit more audible.]

You have to get up, Katniss.

[She pulls herself to her feet.]

You have to get out of the tree, Katniss.

[Slowly, she starts climbing down the tree. A few apples bounce to the ground as she goes.]

WHERE ARE MICHAEL AND JOHANN?

I want my brothers! This isn't fair! I'm not supposed to be separated from them.

[Curious, Mag touches the Vine, and is shocked to see the mirror unfolding from the leaves]

M-My goodness... This is... so much to take in. [As if on cue, her eyelids flutter, drawing attention to her biomechanical eyes, and the fact that they still seem to be recording.]

But it is definately an improvement on the graveyard...

I-I... am allowed to stay here? Indefinitely?  [The implications of that are all too much to think of at this moment. As it is, she can only look amazed, and then a very rare smile crosses her face.]

...Thank you.

[ America comes on screen looking completely confident. ]

HEY EVERYONE! Stop worrying, got it? 'Cause your heroine is totally here to save the day!

I'll, like, come up with an awesome idea and you can all go home. You can thank me right now!

Actually, if you want to thank me, someone build me a TV. I'm missing everything. Come on! Where's Japan when you need her?