week 5 - trial

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week five trial



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[vytis]

I suppose they bottled it up so tightly it exploded all over this week.

Should we bring in Mr. Altman's body as well?

[While they're moving gross stuff around anyway...]

[notyetlost]

No kidding.

Yeah. Fine... I guess he can't be any worse than the torso. [Also it will keep them out of the room a little longer. Let's go get him.]

I can't believe you do this willingly every week.

[vytis]

[And they're off! Again. Lithuania shrugs.]

Someone has to, and I've been around corpses before. It's better than forcing someone who hasn't to bring the bodies in.

[notyetlost]

I'm used to bodies too it doesn't mean I really want to pick them up and carry them around the house once a week for over a month.

[vytis]

If it wasn't me, it would be someone else's job.

[Maybe when he dies someone else will take over. Someone is going to have to take over digging graves, now that Belarus is dead.]

[notyetlost]

[Wow no. Don't say when. Say if, Lithuania. If.]

You're gonna run out of clothing at this rate.

[vytis]

I've tried to wash some of it... [It's not going that well, by his tone.]

[notyetlost]

You're too big for my clothes so you'll have to walk around naked.

Sonia will be crying about how she'll never be able to get married having seen you. Gundam will declare you his mortal enemy and unleash his Four Dark Gods. Mistaking your nation musk for his they will try to devour Latvia. Susan will somehow manage to get wrinklier. The house will dissolve into total anarchy!

[vytis]

D-don't construct elaborate scenarios about something like that! A-aren't you married?

[For a few moments Lithuania has gotten distracted from the situation at hand, good job.]

[notyetlost]

Why are you gonna try to seduce me the moment you run out of clean slacks?

I thought you were Catholic! How like super scandalous.

[vytis]

J-just focus on what we're supposed to be doing!

[They've probably arrived at their destination by now, so time to get another body.]

[notyetlost]

[We're getting a dead dude's body, Poland doesn't want to focus on that.]

...Can we get a sheet again. I don't wanna touch it.

[vytis]

Yes, hold on. [After another brief sheet detour, time to put the body onto it and carry this one off, too.]

How many more weeks do you think we'll be trapped here?

1/2

[notyetlost]

Eugh... [Lithuania, he smells like pee. This is gross.]

Well, we've been here a month. And there's a little more than half the people we started with so maybe...

[notyetlost]

Oh my god! [Poland suddenly gasps-- almost dropping his half of the sheet.]

No!

[vytis]

[Lithuania stumbles a little.] Wh-what?

[notyetlost]

I'm gonna have to spend my birthday here!

Nooooooooooo!

[vytis]

[...Wow, that really sucks.]

When is it?

[notyetlost]

[It totally sucks.]

November 11th.

[The significance of the day is completely lost to Poland, but it's still definitely his birthday.]

[vytis]

I could make you a cake or something like that on that day?

[You know, assuming they're both still alive.]

[notyetlost]

You bake too?

[vytis]

Yes? [Is that weird?]

[notyetlost]

Well?

[vytis]

Well what?

[notyetlost]

Do you bake well?

It's like the most important cake in the history of cake! If it's not the best cake ever then what's the point?