Lithuania | Tolys Laurinaitis

[Lithuania has been wandering around the house a lot, going nowhere in particular. It's like he is searching for something, someone that isn't there and that he knows that he won't find, like hunting down the ghost of someone.

Feel free to either
a) run into him while he is just wandering around aimlessly, a bit folornly and looking very tired
b) find him outside, nearly invisible under thick layers of clothes, sitting at the fountain and staring out at the park
c) taking out the ponies for a walk - he's simply not sure if the grounds can be trusted to not break one of the horses' legs if he'd ride them, and he has come to really, really like them, he doesn't want to have to kill one]

[Some time later, there will be a phone call that is filtered away from Poland.]

Is there anyone here who can paint really well, well enough to copy down faces from my descriptions?

[There's a huge bonfire in the yard, next to the fountain. It isn't hard to guess the nature of it since there are many pieces of burnt paper dancing in the flames, and you can still see letters burning; not to mention the baskets with letters that are waiting to be thrown into the flames.

Wolfram and Lithuania have also installed a hoist on the outside of the building that goes up to the top floor and can carry letters downwards. You may bring more letters to burn.]

[The camera slowly wanders over all of this and stops focused on the fire.]

If you want some warmth, or to burn your letters, or maybe roast something over the fire, I'd be glad if you joined us.