::six:: -- Einlita mynd Vetur

[lovespuffins]

[The communicator tunes into Iceland, who is back in the apartment already from last night -- he was glad he had grabbed that bread from the bar when he did. He's once again staring outside the window, watching the violent storm outside. His appearance was normal, besides the red tint evident on his cheeks.]

...Seems like something is against us.

[He mutters under his breath, words scarcely being picked up on the communicator. Perhaps when he says this, he means more than the weather.]

This is not what we need right now...

[If Iceland is about to say more, nothing comes out besides a few coughs. So, he stands up, going to check on Norway, and shuts off the video.]

(ooc: I apologize for the new layout, but you know. more icons.)

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[lovespuffins.livejournal.com]

...Yes. Who are you again?

[He vaguely recognizes her.]

Yeah.

[lovelyscientist.livejournal.com]

Ah, I'm sorry. It was... a bit rude of me to say anything. It's Lucrecia Crescent. I'm one of the doctors at the hospital. Mr. Iceland, yes?

[She's peripherally aware of Denmark's brothers so she has somewhat of an idea who he is.]

[lovespuffins.livejournal.com]

...Ah. Nice to meet you, Ms. Crescent.

And yes, that's my name.