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[wecanavenge]

[The video clicks on, showing an uncertain eye and not much else, because the video is held much too close. The camera flips and jostles a few times, before it's held back enough to see a young boy. He looks much younger than he really is, rake thin in a very unhealthy way, but still more than skin and bones. He's pale, and he's scared. When he speaks, it's all in German; which, usefully, is the only language he knows.] H-hallo? [Tosh has already assured him that Herr Doktor is not around and there won't be any tests of any kind today but...he isn't entirely convinced and is more than a little nervous to direct more attention to himself. So he's hesitant, but tentatively giving into some curiosity?] Is this one of the SS buildings? [He pans the camera around the room quickly; partially visible, as he tries to gesture with his other hand, is the silver helmet he holds.] I have never been here before. [And he heads to a couch, looking uncomfortable, but...maybe a little pleased. This is more comfort than he's known in - well, ever. He manages a little smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, and falters at the edges.] It's very nice. Thank you for letting me stay here. [His attention drops back to the helmet, now in his lap, and he holds it up for the camera after a moment - the look on his face says he probably shouldn't play with it and he's sorry, but he's drawn to it nonetheless.] Does this belong to someone? (OOC: And tags will come from einzweidrei because I'm a bad person. :c Blanket content warning, again, for possibly in depth discussion of the Holocaust.]

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[einzweidrei]

[And Erik is just turning to look at Charles with eyes wide because asdfjskhndf another one ANOTHER ONE.]

[einzweidrei]

They're in charge.

[einzweidrei]

Du auch. [And he smiles, looking between them both and picking up bits of the conversation and...trying something in English. Sort of.]

Warum...why no Allen?

[Spam]

[stripedpajamas]

Right. It's not like it's going anywhere. [And Charles wasn't oblivious enough to insist on going up there first, right now, and he kept hold of Erik's hand as they headed towards the mess hall.]

let's pretend this is before charles got there to save myself a headache B(

[secretasshole]

[Well David is mO___Oming a little bit, because, well. He never had a childhood. He'll never age, he'll never die, and while he doesn't wish he had the experience - even if he did robots can't wish anyway - but it's still interesting, to see a smaller, dark haired version of himself.

He clicks on the video feed and responds in flawless German.]

It belongs to you. Has anyone brought you something to eat, yet?

[stripedpajamas]

[And there are MORE and Charles wants to meet all of them, right now. He turns to stare back at Erik and the excitement's probably bleeding off him in waves before looking back at Rhade.]

Where do you come from?

[stripedpajamas]

[Hey, it's close enough.]

Allen's not so bad. [He'd rather be called Allen than Francis, tbh. :c]

[stripedpajamas]

[Charles almost considers cutting Erik off from understanding the next part, but that seems unfair and it's not like Erik won't notice he's doing it anyway.]

... Is there a reason why we wouldn't?

video/private; /DIVES

[stripedpajamas]

That sounds a bit dangerous. [And also maybe fun but. Who are you and can you actually make chairs fly.]

[burnmythoughts]

[She hates to lie, she really does, and if she thought this would last for more than a few days she wouldn't, but - she wants to feel safe, as long as they can.]

No, it's just that you're a long way from home in a pretty strange place.

[ourlowrats]

[ The boy smiles and shrugs.]

That it may, I just never cared for it. Mum always calls me Francis anyway. [ He looked to both boys on the feed and smiled yet again, a happy one he was.] We should play somethin' together, yeah?

[scentbombed]

"In charge?"

[Spam]

[einzweidrei]

[Erik supposed it was good enough, and he really was hungry. He held onto Charles hand and followed to the mess hall, uncertainty changing o curiosity.]

What sort of food do you think they have?

[einzweidrei]

Of the Reich. They are the police.

[einzweidrei]

Play? [Erik can't remember the last time he played with children, so he glances between Francis and Charles. How. Do you play. B(]

aye aye boss 8]

[einzweidrei]

[Sup dude this is strange you look awfully familiar and Erik is not sure what to make of this 8(]

Toshiko found me food. Who are you?

[stripedpajamas]

[Lol don't ask him, it's a relatively foreign concept to a kid who doesn't exactly get a lot of attention at home too. B(

But hey, Francis is apparently less developmentally damaged in this arena than either of them so all hope is not lost.]

What do you want to play?

[Spam]

[stripedpajamas]

I don't know. Probably a lot of it, if there's so many people living here. [Which... actually would probably mean nothing to Erik considering it seemed like there were a lot of people living in the camps, too, and they were still starving, but this place wasn't like that. He might not be entirely sure what it was, but he knew it wasn't like the camps.

He pulled the door open and headed inside, curious, and maybe starting to get a little hungry himself.]

[ourlowrats]

[ Yeah, Francis didn't get messed up till he turned 21.

Looking to Erik a moment seeming to be a little more facinated with the boy that seems lost.]

I bet a game o' tag or Hide 'n Seek would be fun. Nothin' too rough since I'm sure the adult's would be mighty upset if any o' us got hurt. We could go play in that CES place where the have the park?

[einzweidrei]

Hide'n seek, [He repeats slowly, and though he isn't exactly sure what he's saying, he's curious. So he looks to Charles to make a decision, since keeping up with this is tough.]

[Spam]

[einzweidrei]

[Yeah that made no sense, sorry Charles. He was used to innumerable people milling about, and never a spare crust of bread to be found. But he followed in, and sniffed, then inhaled deeply. His stomach clenched again, and he eyed the food lines a bit warily - but absolutely hungrily.]

[Spam]

[stripedpajamas]

[Charles took a step forward, sensed his friend's hesitation and carefully tugged at his hand again.]

Come on. No one's going to stop you from having some. There's lots of food.

[stripedpajamas]

[Charles takes a deep breath and puts his hand to his temple, carefully sending over images and information about hide and seek to Erik to clarify what the other boy had meant. He's not wearing himself out, really, but it is sort of taking an effort translating everything, and sometimes the gesture helped make it easier to use his powers.

That done, he lowers his hand again and nods.]

Alright. Where's the CES?

[ourlowrats]

It's up on the deck! I'm on the 6th floor so it might take me a bit o' time but I'll be up there directly!

[ He spoke smiling all the same.] I'll see you both right?

[scentbombed]

What are for police?