#USAManor! Nevada

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If I point a geiger counter up to say Nevada or New Mexico would they give off radiation and make it go off?

“No, no. No way,” Nevada shook her head, “I don’t think so.”

“Meh,” New Mexico shrugged, “It wasn’t that bad—”

“Not that bad, eh?” Texas flipped the light switch off. Both New Mexico and Nevada were glowing.

Arizona slowly scooted his chair away from the two, maintaining eye contact until he scooted away into the darkness.

“…If you crack your back,” A new voice— Washington— chimed in, “Do you get brighter?”

New Mexico squinted towards the general direction of Washington’s voice, “Do I look like a glow stick to you?”

“Ye—”

“Don’t answer that.”

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Hey, are any of the states single?

“I know it’s hard to believe some more than others, but a couple of us are single!” Arizona answered, “Shocking, I know. Especially when it comes to me.”

Nevada raised her eyebrows, “….You think your singleness is that unbelievable?”

“Well. Yeah. It is, right?”

“…The last pick-up line I’ve heard you use on some poor victim was;” Nevada cleared her throat and put on her best Arizona impression, “If you were a fruit, you’d be a fineapple.”

“…Okay. Alright. That’s fair. It wasn’t my proudest moment, I don’t know where I got that one from—”

“From Dad,” Nevada jerked her thumb back to motion to America, “Inherited trait.”

America blinked, “I’m not that bad. I mean. You guys exist.”

“What’s your most recent pick-up line?”

“Went something like; ‘Are you my appendix? Because I don’t know what you do or how you work but I feel like I should take you out.’”

“…So. We’re all adopted?”

“…No—”

“Was that one of the better ones?” Arizona cringed “…If that wasn’t your worst, what was?”

“I’m. I don’t think it should be repeated here—”

“Oh no—”

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Hey Nevada, what do you do for fun that isn't Las Vegas?

“While Las Vegas and I are friends, who I’m doing is none of your business,” Nevada joked.

“…Probably still Las Vegas—”

“My 24 state parks, 2 national parks, and handful of national recreational areas. Extraterrestrial highway. Any cardio dance class from Zumba to 305 fitness. Hot springs. Complex City,” Nevada cut Arizona off, “Accidentally wander into a military zone. Glow slightly from radiation. The works.”

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𐐔𐐭 𐐷𐐭 𐑁𐐨𐑊 𐑊𐐴𐐿 𐐷𐐭 𐐼𐐪𐑌’𐐻𐐨 𐐸𐐰𐑂 𐑋𐐯𐑌𐐨 𐑃𐐮𐑍𐑆 𐐻𐐭 𐐿𐐫𐑊 𐐷𐐳𐑉 𐐬𐑌?

(Ask: Do you feel like you don’t have many things to call you're own?)

“𐐆𐐻’𐐯𐑅 𐐩 𐑊𐐮𐐻𐐲𐑊 𐐸𐐪𐑉𐐼 𐐻𐐭 𐑁𐐨𐑊 𐑊𐐴𐐿 𐐯𐑌𐐨𐑃𐐮𐑍’𐐯𐑅 𐐷𐐳𐑉 𐐬𐑌 𐐶𐐯𐑌 𐐷𐐭 𐐸𐐰𐑂…” Utah blinked, “Ehm… How many siblings—?”

“Roughly over ten!” Nevada called from the other side of the room, shuffling for whatever card game was going on at the dining room table, “Hopefully less than a hundred. Minus one since you’ve disowned me~!”

“Right. That.”

(Translation: It’s a little hard to feel like anything’s your own when you have…)

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I have returned. And I have stolen Tahoe Tessie You cannot stop me

“…We’ll see how good at kidnapping you are after I borrow your eyeballs from your skull—”

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Hey Nevada, ever lost a bet?

“It’s a rare occasion, but believe it or not; I’ve lost some before!” Nevada answered, “Last time I lost one was… a while ago, to Mississippi. It was a bet on how long one of Dad’s relationships would last. I was off by a week.”

“You didn’t have enough faith in him,” Mississippi chastised.

“Have you seen the man’s love life? It has more ups and downs than Florida’s rollercoasters,” Nevada shook her head, “Whatever. At least I know I’m going to win the one we made on Arkansas. There’s no way he’s going to make the deadline without taking in another stray.”

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Hey Nevada have you and Utah ever gotten along? If not Who have you gotten along with best?

“I mean, I like the guy, but I’m not sure if we exactly ‘get along,’” Nevada mused, “We have… pretty different lifestyles and views of the world. I guess I’m more ‘earthly’ than him or whatever. As for who I get along with best…?

Well, I’m not about to pick a favorite sibling. That’s this house’s version of a death sentence. But I think I hang out with Arizona, New Mexico, and Cali the most?”

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Hello. Happy almost 3 am! (1/29/23)

“Look, I think she did it!” Arizona exclaimed, “Can I get my $70 back now??”

“Different night, doesn’t count.”

“Dammit, ‘Vada.”

“It’s not my fault you’re an egotistical chump.”

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This is much later in the day on the 28th of Jan. I failed, but im gonna try again tonight. Probably can and will. I think.

“Wh—” Arizona was cut off by Nevada snatching his wallet out of his pocket, pulling out $70 for herself with a maniacal grin, “Hey, you cheated! You peaked at the next ask, didn’t you!?”

Nevada shrugged nonchalantly, shuffling the money in her hands as she counted it, “A bet’s a bet, o’ Grand One.”

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Hello im trying to stay up all night again. It’s currently 1:02 am on the 28th of January so it’s going good so far :)

“$70 says she fails,” Nevada called out, waving a stack of cash.

“$70–!? You’re on!” Arizona grinned, “This’ll be the easiest money I’ve ever made!”

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“Ah, man. Another broken Anon,” Arizona complained, poking the Anon’s sunglasses.

“Have you tried unplugging it and plugging it back in?” Nevada asked, counting her latest casino winnings.

“I don’t see—,” Arizona blinked, “Oh, there it is.”

Arizona went to the nearby outlet and unplugged the Anon before plugging it back in. This resulted in the Anon glowing up like a lamp.

“…Put in rice,” New Mexico suggested, barely looking up from her laptop which was opened to some online ‘Aliens Are Real’ forum.

“Actually… No, I like it. It completes the room. Adds layers of lighting,” Arizona decided, taking a step back from the Anon to admire his work, “It’s a conversation starter.”

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“So lamp is a psychotic drug!” Colorado noted, “Cool, cool.”

“If we let you go you're going to kill us anyway,” Illinois remarked, “Sooo...”

“We should send him to rehab!” Wisconsin cheerfully suggested.

“I- No,” Minnesota said, “We’re not doing that.”

Hmm, I feel as if I've been being too mean to Wisconsin lately... So I'll spend time with my Mother instead Hi Minnesota, how are ya?

“Hey, kid! I’m doing well, just planning stuff for Wisconsin’s cheese intervention,” Minnesota explained, “And by ‘planning’ I mean making bets on who she's going to disembowel first when she hears that we’re taking away her cheese.”

“Five dollars on Missouri!” Nevada chimed in a sing-song voice, waving the money in the air.