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Whoever has my body should come to the library. Violet eyes, really light blond hair, fire powers. Hurry up.

This whole situation is really dumb, by the way.

[At said library, Iceland, in a rather different body, can be found in a corner with books piled up around him nearly high enough to hide him entirely from the other patrons. He keeps glancing around, though, presumably trying to search out his body, but he's doing even less talking than usual.]

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[aniceperson]

[WELP. Looks like that's what happened to his body, by the sounds of it. After seeing the post and battling the scary monster that is "holy shit everything is so noisy", Ernest has made his way to the library and is currently looking for...not!himself.]

[stillblunt]

[Iceland catches sight of his body fairly quickly, but it takes him a moment to gather up the courage--though he won't admit that he needed to gather that up--to stand up and make himself properly visible above his piles of books.

He's not really sure what to do--he's tried talking and he thinks he can, but he can't really hear himself well. The whole situation is kind of unsettling, to be honest. Hopefully the other person will have some idea of what to do.]

[aniceperson]

[Oh, there he is. Ernest approaches, waving in greeting and...trying to not let the surreal feeling of seeing himself get to him, wow.]

[stillblunt]

[It's odd to see his own body standing in front of him.]

Um...

[No, talking still isn't going to work, even if it's his first instinct when it comes to communication. He reaches for the notebook he has among his scattered books and writes--his writing is hurried but surprisingly neat for its speed.]

I'm Iceland. Who are you?

[aniceperson]

[The first thing that comes to Ernest's attention is how he sounds. It's...weird, because Ernest has long come to accept he'd never hear anything, his own voice included, so hearing it right now feels more surreal than he ever imagined it would. He fiddles around with the bracelet to open up the text function on a holographic screen.]

Ernest.

[stillblunt]

[The lack of sound is continually unsettling for Iceland; while he'd always thought he preferred silence, being so without the usual ambient sounds that occur in any space is making him nervous. At least he probably won't have to worry about Ernest saying much, if this is his body. He's not sure what to "say", so he focuses on the first concern that pops into his head.]

You didn't set any of my books on fire, right?

[His bedroom being, basically, a bed, bookshelves, and piles of books.]

[aniceperson]

No.

[To be honest, it never really occurred to him to try out the fire powers. It just seemed kind of unnecessary.]

[stillblunt]

[Good. He didn't want to have to spend money buying second copies of books, not to mention the various ones he'd taken out of the library.]

What do we do now? It better wear off soon.

[aniceperson]

It better. Handling the silence?

[stillblunt]

It's okay.

[There's a hesitation in his response that speaks of how he's lying--it's still incredibly unsettling.]

Is it weird being able to hear?

[aniceperson]

[Don't think he didn't catch that, Iceland. But he's not going to bring it up.]

Very. Too noisy.

[stillblunt]

[Iceland would really like "too noisy" right now.]

It's usually pretty quiet in here.

[aniceperson]

[You can have it back bro it's awful.]

Good.

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[rules_the_north]

[Some way down the corridor, a couple of books can be hear falling out of the shelf, then the barking of a dog and a low answer to the barking, uttered in a child's voice - and then more books falling.

Someone doesn't know how to handle his wings just yet.]

[stillblunt]

[Iceland cant hear the falling books or barking dog--and the almost complete deafness is growing more and more unsettling by the moment--but he can see it, and he stands up automatically.]

Hey, what are you doing?

[He can't hear his voice, either, not really--though it isn't really his voice right now.]

[rules_the_north]

[The boy looks up at Iceland, expression caught between a (in this body petulant) looking glare and embarrassement. This face is a lot more expressive than what Sweden is used to, and habits and the nature of the body battle there most strongly at moments when his own body would frown and this wouldn't.]

They're t' big.

[stillblunt]

[There's something a bit familiar about the glare, but in the boy's body Iceland doesn't recognize it. More importantly, he's realizing it's going to be incredibly difficult to have a conversation this way. There's a long pause as he attempts to reconstruct the words through the lip movements, but he comes up short--as the pause stretches on he looks more and more nervous and uncomfortable until he finally hastily types something onto his bracelet and displays the holographic screen so Sweden can see it.]

Write it.

[He means write what the boy was saying.]

[rules_the_north]

[Sigh.

Not realizing that it is because the other male is deaf and not because of his way of talking, Sweden takes the pen and paper out that he always carries around with him for cases like that, and which was the first thing that he added to this body (well, you could consider Floweregg the first addition, but...)

Wings are too big.]

[stillblunt]

But aren't they YOUR

[Iceland deletes that sentence partway through, though, and replaces it with this one:]

Not your body?

[rules_the_north]

[The reply to that is a shake of his head, and then he scribbles down a single word before holding it up.]

Sorry.

[stillblunt]

Me too. Who are you?

[The chance of it being someone Iceland recognizes is slim, he figures, but it's better than being confused.]

[rules_the_north]

[Sweden's eyes are cast down towards Iceland's feet now while the black heaired boy is writing - mostly because Floweregg is there, sniffing at the other guy. He's as weird as Sweden, he smells like someone she knows (though not nearly as well as she knows Sweden) but at the same time he smells completely different. More the second.

"Pit" leans down to grab her around the waist and pull her up into his arms before he looks at the words that Ice just wrote - and then realizes that the other male won't be able to hear him if he answers with words and he needs both hands to answer writing, so he puts the dog back down and holds one hand out to recive pen and paper back.]

[stillblunt]

[Iceland's eyes are drawn to the dog when Sweden reaches down--he speaks without thinking, because he definitely knows the dog.]

Floweregg?

[He hesitates, never having been fond of being wrong, but Finland isn't around, so he has a good chance of being right. He types again.]

Sví?

[rules_the_north]

[A nod, and then another, and...

okay, Sweden has to look up at Iceland right now, and his face is nowhere near as scary as normal, the only thing that has not changed are the lenght of his silences. He scrunitizes Iceland for almost a minute before nodding to both of that and then scribbling down

Is?

because the spelling right there is pretty obvious. Who else uses ridiculous accents and would use a v at the same time? And also know the dog, that on top of it.]

[stillblunt]

[Iceland can't help but relax a little--kind of odd, given it's Sweden, but it's someone he knows and it's better than being this awkward with a complete stranger.]

Yeah. I just woke up like this. Can't hear anything. It sucks.

[rules_the_north]

[But you can speak.

Floweregg is back to sniffing at Iceland now and then starts to paw at his leg, wanting attention. Humans not even talking properly while ignoring her is really rude, wow.]

[stillblunt]

[Iceland shrugs by way of response--he doesn't know much about this body other than the obvious things--and crouches to pet Floweregg, who is definitely the one who makes the most sense out of the three of them right now.]

I can't hear what I'm saying.

[rules_the_north]

[Is coherent.

Scratch behind the ears. The second note is made in regards to Floweregg.]

[stillblunt]

Good. [Iceland does as instructed, scratching behind the dog's ears. She's making him miss Puffin.]

This body thing better not last long.

[Even with the communication oddities, it's easier to speak to Sweden when he doesn't look so intimidating.]

[rules_the_north]

[He really hopes so too, very fervently - so far he has done no real damage with those wings, but he isn't sure if he'll learn how to handle them or cause some really bad damage with them, to himself or others.

Saw Nor?]

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[criticizes]

[ The message came from Iceland's bracelet, and Norway had already experienced the effects of this bodyswap, so there was nothing to question. He makes his way to the library, but has no idea what Iceland looks like now. ]

Ice? [ When he doesn't get an immediate response, he looks around Iceland's usual spots--the corners. He finds one with a suspicious fort built around it and, what do you know, once he gets close enough, there's a guy in it! The blank stare Norway gives him as he tries to figure out if this is Ice should hopefully be indicative enough. ]

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[stillblunt]

[Iceland doesn't know Romania very well, but the blank stare is unsettlingly un-Romania and he looks back at the other country for a moment before he realizes who it probably is. After all, who else would stare at him like that?]

Nore?

[His voice--or rather, the voice of this body--is rough, obviously not often used.]