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time travel meme

THE TIME-TRAVEL MEME

Somehow, someway, you've mastered time travel! Well done, genius. Maybe it was accidental, maybe you knew exactly what you were doing all along, perhaps you've even been at it a while!

How to play
① Tag in with your name/series/date. The latter should be from your character's perspective! For example, Jane Doe/That Oldie Zombie Series/1945
② Go to RNG and roll 1-10. That's your scenario!
③ Tag around!
④ Have fun. :)

Scenarios

① Trapped. Something doesn't seem to be quite right with the machine anymore ...
② Long Lost Lovers. You're back in their arms and nothing can separate you, not even time and space itself.
③ War. You've arrived in the middle of a fight/battlefield. Unless you intended for it to happen, this isn't looking so good.
④ Sickness. Did that person mention the Black Death?! Better find your friend and get out of the Dark Ages before you start coughing.
⑤ Party. Lucky you! There's a hootnanny going down in the past/future and it looks like you're just in time to grab a drink.
⑥ Missing. They stole your first time machine, but now you've built another and the chase is on!
⑦ Date Night. Nothing says 'oh, Mr. Darcy, oh!' like a romantic blast into the past or a frolic into the future. Whichever historical event is going on around you now, however amazing, it's all foreplay in the grand scheme of things.
⑧ Lost. It's years ahead of the times for one of you, but things seem normal enough to the other person.
⑨ You Dun Fucked Up, Kid. Which year is it? Which world is this, for that matter? Shit. Looks like you didn't just build a time machine, you're in a whole other universe ... !
⑩ Roller's Choice. Pick your own.

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Finland watches the other Nation through the sight of his gun. It took him a moment to recognise him - it has been an isolated life at times in the north, and Germany isn't half as recognisable as his brother (or been around for nearly as long). There's other reasons to hesitate though. What is he doing on his land? And by himself? How did he get here without Finland noticing? Should he help him?

Sighing, he rests his head against his gun. This hasn't been a long war, not by anyone's reckoning, but it's been hard going, and he's tired, getting to the end of his strength. He's still hoping for Sweden's aid, official aid, not just the help that he has been giving him.

Looking up again, Finland stands this time, giving away his position. Any enemy of his enemy is his friend.

Hopefully.

"This way!" It might be a little hard to spot the figure in his white cloak against the snow, but Finland waves to Germany, but then ducks down again before he can be shot. A few moments after that a couple of shots will whistle past Germany in the other direction, towards the Russians. This isn't going to do much for Finland's mission, but at least he'll get a few shots in before dragging Germany back to the main camp.

It wasn't easy to notice the person in the snow right away, but once Finland waved, the German spotted the other nation and, thanks to recognizing him as Finland, almost lost his footing in the snow. Finland? How on Earth could they send him to Finland?! That's pretty much an entirely different direction and-- Oh. He really had to scold someone for this!

Still. In a way Germany could consider himself lucky that he was in Finland after all and not that deeply in Russia as he had begun to fear. So he hurried over, painfully obvious in is dark, grayish-green coat and uniform contrasting so well against the snow where Finland was pretty much invisible.

"Finland!" Germany pressed forth sharply while diving into cover behind some snow nearby, hoping it was enough to shield him from view well enough "Is this your place?" Okay. That question may sound weird to the other nation, but Germany just had to make sure.

Finland eyed the other Nation with cold eyes as he dove behind the little snow shelf that he'd been using as shelter. Really, he wasn't dressed for the snow at all. He let out a little sigh as he reached up with one hand and released the cloak that he was wearing, pushing it in Germany's direction. At least his blue uniform would stand out less than Germany's dark one.

But he'll take a moment to fire off another round before replying. "Yes. What are you doing here? Are you alone?"

Germany accepted the cloak, if not a little begrudgingly, quickly tossed it over and pulled forth his own rifle to assist Finland in fending the attackers off "Yes. I'm alone." he lifted his gun and attempted to aim. Which proved difficult if he didn't see any of their enemies. So he settled with aiming vaguely in the direction where the shots at them came from.

"Apparently I'm in the wrong place." he answered at last, but hesitated for a moment before adding "Ah... What year is it?"

Finland looks at Germany, oddly. "That's a strange question to ask someone." He fires again, and then shoulders his riffle. "We're going to have to make a break for it." After a quick glance down at Germany's shoes he lets out a little sigh. "There's a wood about half a mile back, if we can make it there, the snow'll be less thick." He looks back over at the Russians, and then back at Germany. "It's 1940. Ready?"

At that response, Germany casts Finland a critical glance. Wrong time just as well. Just how much more could go wrong?!

He huffs to subdue his own anger but takes his rifle down as well before nodding "Ready. I'll explain once we're out of gunfire." More running. He could do that. At least his heavy boots kept the snow out and provided secure footing.

"Let's move!"

Narrowing his eyes, Finland nods. He needs a good reason for this. Normally he's a lot more trusting, but it's hard to be trusting during a war.

Finland's snow shoes are better designed to deal with the snow and he's lighter on his feet, but at least Germany is better concealed now. He won't run too far ahead anyway, because he doesn't want to lose sight of the other Nation, glancing over his shoulder to keep an eye out for the Russians.

Once they reach the wood he slows to a walk, but doesn't stop. Outside their footsteps will soon be covered, but in here they could last for days. It's better to get out of here and to Finland's camp as soon as possible. "How did you get here? Were you dropped in?" There's still a hint of suspicion there. Well, it is a war after all.

Unlike Finland, Germany wasn't that much accustomed to snow even if his own winters could be harsh as well. Still, he managed to keep up with the other nation, if only by willing himself to not fall behind too much. But once they reached the forest, walking became easier. Luckily.

Germany let out a faint growl and looked up into the sky "You could say something like that, yes. Just that we weren't aiming for here. And now." He brought a gloved hand up to massage his temple a little. The machine was still back with the Russians. Just... Wonderful! How was he supposed to get that back now?! He cast a quick look over to Finland "Just how are things looking for you here right now? Any chance to clear out the Russians from where we have come from?"

"And now?" Finland repeated. There was that uncertainty again, Germany acting like the date was just a location on a map. One that he'd misaimed for. Not what he expected, unless the other a ) really was as crazy as the rumours said or b ) had taken those science fiction movies that had become so popular a little too seriously...

He didn't stop, though, carrying on leading the way. "They've been pushing us back." There's a little bit of tiredness to his voice, weariness that isn't going to fade for a while. "How far back are you talking? What do you need?" And yes, he'll need information before he commits his men to that.

As they walekd and Finland spoke, Germany cast a look back over his shoulder and into the direction they were coming from. No, that wasn't good.

"This... This may sound surrealistic now, Finland, but we were aiming for 1938. And the UK, not you.Or at least that was the plan, when-" Germany cut himself off to roll his eyes at his own words. Well. It hadn't been planned for him having to explain this to anyone, so it was to be expected that he was a little stuck now.

"It's already 1942 where I come from." he tried again "And that machine they used to send me back with... It's with the Russians now!" Hopefully it was broken and they wouldn't figure out how to use it.

Well, that's going to end well. Finland kept the comment to himself for now, though. "Are you seriously trying to tell me that you built some kind of... time machine?" A pause, and then. "And it's with the Russians right now?" Because if Germany's serious, that's a big problem. A very big problem. It means that Germany will get his wish at least - there's no way he can leave such a potential weapon in Russia's hands.

"It's with the Russians now, yes." Germany groaned in approval "And, yes. It's a time machine. Just don't ask me how it works or if it even still works, but I don't want to even imagine what Russia might be doing with it!" They should have hooked it up to a tank, then he wouldn't have had any problems taking out that camp he had found himself in.

"I need to retrieve it!"

"I can't allow even the possibility of it to be used!" Finland snapped, before rubbing his forehead tiredly. Maybe Germany knew that and was using it as a way to force Finland's hand. Why a time machine, though, and not something more believable? He was practically taking the piss!

He marched on a little way in silence. It was too much to think about, too much of a risk to take. "You can talk to the captain when we get back. We might be able to spare a few men. But I'm not willing to risk breaking the line for it." They were stretched so thin as it was.

Germany was relieved that Finland apparently believed him instead of asking if he's had lost it entirely now. He was well aware how his story sounded and that the other nation had quite a bit to deal with himself at this point.

"I aprpeciate the help, Finland." the German said as he followed, every now and then glancing around and bshind himself still, even if the gunshots had long since died down "I may mostly need to borrow some equipment. Had I anticipated to land directly in enemy territory I would have been better prepared." By bringin a rocket launcher or flamethrower or something like that maybe.

Fortunately they weren't quite as short equipment as they were men, and Finland gave a short nod. "We have some. It might not be up to the standards you're used to, though." A fair amount of it was left over from previous wars, or leant by Sweden, but that was unofficial, so he wouldn't be saying that. "We won't be able to do anything today anyway." They're already losing the light, what few hours of it there are at this time of the year. Luckily, they'll reach the other side of the woods then and out of the shadow of the trees there should be just enough light left to make it to camp.

"It will have to do." Germany said. He wasn't even sure if contacting his boss to request assistance may do anything or if that wouldn't take too long as well. Also: They needed their forces back home as well.

Looking up at the sky, Germany could only nod. He didn't entirely like the idea of having to wait, but he would have to trust Finland on this "How much further is it?"

Germany didn't have much of an option. They weren't allies, Finland didn't have any reason to help him, save for that they shared a common enemy. "A mile once we reach the end of the trees. We've not come a direct route, but this way's safer." He said, and sure enough as he spoke, the end of the small wood became visible.

"Do you need to contact your boss when we get back?" After all, if Germany was on a mission that went awry... At least Finland has a couple of secure lines up, back to his capital where they can be relayed.

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