week 8 - monday & tuesday

[productions]

murder manor week eight



monday, tuesday

10 players remaining.

This is a general mingle post. Please put your character's name, the time, and location in the subject heading of their comment. Players may also thread in logs, either posted to murdermanor or in a private locked journal post filtered to include productions.

Please remember the effects of this week's incentive.

Setting & Rules
Private Conversations
Plotting

Comments

[vytis]

Poland... [The look Poland gets is extraordinarily worried--beyond Lithuania's usual. But he relents.]

...You can have a little, if you think you can stomach it.

[notyetlost]

[Poland furrows his eyebrows, he's trying to avoid that face.] I can do it.

You're just. Like. Gonna make yourself sick, if you get all stressed out.... and junk.

[vytis]

I'm fine, don't worry about me.

[Lithuania's face is actually really flushed, and he doesn't look especially well. But he's fine!]

[notyetlost]

So we're both fine then. There's nothing to worry about at all.

[vytis]

[Poland.]

...Alright, maybe I'm a little sick.

[notyetlost]

...Yeah, you look kind of sick.

[The hypocrisy.]

[vytis]

You look worse than I do.

[So there.]

[notyetlost]

Rude! I do no-- [Poland covers his mouth hastily to hack out a lung.]








...not.

[vytis]

[Getting that really worried look on his face again.]

You really need to go to bed.

[notyetlost]

[No stop it!]Fine.

I will go to bed. But you're bringing me cake.

And then you're going to bed too.

[vytis]

...Alright. [As long as Poland goes to bed he will accept these conditions please stop coughing out your internal organs in the music room.]

[notyetlost]

[Poland doesn't seem to be in any rush to move though.]

[vytis]

[...Sigh. And then coughing, hold on, give him a second.

Okay, getting up.]

Come on.

[notyetlost]

[Poland tries to grab hold of Lithuania, in the least embarrassingly needy way he can manage without losing his balance. Somehow he doesn't think Lithuania would be able to pick him off the floor and drag him up a flight of stairs, nor does he want him to.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania lets Poland grab onto him, waiting for him to properly get his balance on his feet. Poland has never struck him as the type to want to have to rely on someone else for something like help getting up the stairs, so he decides to try to distract from the issue.]

The cake I made is called šakotis; I don't know if you've ever had it before.

[notyetlost]

Maybe... [Even ignoring his memory loss, Poland's not really sure he can start recalling various cakes he's eaten over the past 1000 years at the moment.

These steps are kind of taking all his effort.]

Still wouldn't have been yours.

[vytis]

[Lithuania will be patient while Poland works on the stairs. He will also make sure Poland doesn't fall down them.]

I hope you like it.

[notyetlost]

[It's hard to believe looking at him now that at one point people thought Poland could climb manor walls.

Eventually Poland clears the stairs and makes it to his bedroom, where he abruptly drops onto the bed.]

...If I throw up. [Huff.] i-it's probably not like your fault.

[vytis]

[Lithuania sits on the edge of Poland's bed and tries to smooth out his hair a little.]

Are you sure you want cake?

[notyetlost]

I want it. [Poland's trying very hard to keep from getting whiny, but. He's been looking forward to this ever since Lithuania mentioned it and something has always ruined it and he just really wants it even if this can't possibly end well.]

[vytis]

Alright. [Lithuania the huge pushover.] May I borrow your keys?

[Since he's not going to be leaving Poland's door open when Poland's like this, but he doesn't want Poland to have to get up to answer the door for him, either.]

[notyetlost]

Here. [Without any hesitation, Poland pulls out his keys and gives them to Lithuania, before moving to crawl under the covers.]

[vytis]

Thank you. [Lithuania takes them and leaves, returning a little later with the promised cake. He brought some water up, too.]

[notyetlost]

[Poland looks at the cake. It actually is familiar.] Šakotis or sękacz?

[vytis]

[Lithuania looks a little confused.] It's called šakotis where I'm from. You've seen it before, though...?