- Two Kiwis - Phone - Action - Multiple Choice~

[notmiddleearth]

[New Zealand is and always has been, a very active girl, from her colony days, running around in Australia's clothes, to the modern day, running around in clothes that still resembled Australia's clothes. That's why, today, she can be found:]

A. Running around town, chasing after a sheep. The sheep seems to be winning, but as he stops to chew some grass, New Zealand takes a flying tackle at him, laughing as the sheep bahh's loudly, before going back to chewing on the grass, shaking slightly until New Zealand takes the hint and tumbles off, lying down next to him.]

B.[Wandering around the streets with a airy look on her face, New Zealand's off in her own little world. The sheep's now in her arms, looking quite unfussed with the situation - Hey, he's getting a free lift. New Zealand's obviously been exploring, dirt stains on her knees and a few leaves stuck in her hair. She's doesn't really pay an attention at all to where she's walking too.]

C.[Or you can find her in the park, staring at the trees, as if she's trying to work out which is the tallest. She seems to be studying them quite seriously, as if she plans to climb one.]

Phonecall: [Unfiltered, made about midday, taking place between B and C]

...So did everyone else have a really weird Valentines?

[Laughs] Imagine if we were dating Oz, wouldn't that be really weird? Man, guess it's good it's over, right?

Comments

[lamingtons]

... Right. Bloody brilliant that it's over. That was too fucking weird.

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

Super weird! [Laughs] Mumland would flip if he knew Oz.

[lamingtons]

Mm, I told him a bit and he started yellin' at me.

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

So mum is here? Thought I saw him, and he did start calling me Christine and all, but he seemed really weird so I figured it was just one of those drone thingies...

He didn't yell too much did he? On a scale of you put a cricket ball through the neighbour's window to you took the last cup of Earl Grey, how bad was it?

[lamingtons]

He's always weird.

Eeh, around gecko in the sink, I reckon. Not too bad!

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

Point. Guess it's good I only got the eyebrows then, wouldn't want to have gotten that like you did.

Only gecko in the sink? Thought he would have had a major freak out.

[lamingtons]

I am a completely different branch of weird than him!

Eh, he got distracted pretty quickly once he started to worry 'bout my wickets or something fucked up like that...

A

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[....Sheep! Tiffany's attention is caught by the familiar sound and she walks over. New Zealand, there is now a teen girl in a witches hat looking at you.]

The town give you him back?

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

[Sits up when she notices her, petting the sheep's side]

Yep. Which is good, Censor was probs missing me heaps... he's always with me afterall.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[She nods as she walks over.]

That's good.

....my family raise sheep. A lot of people are shepherds where I'm from.

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

That's good. There's loads of sheep at my house, they're great to have around.

[Censorsheep looks up at her, baaing softly]

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

You're house?

Oh...are you a country?

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

[Beams, nodding] Yep. New Zealand, it's nice to meet you.

Take it you've heard about us then?

C

[sub-umbra-sedi.livejournal.com]

[And here's Seborga, out for a stroll.]

Hi!

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

Hey!

[Glances over from her tree studying to look him over] You're the other other Italian kid right? Seborga?

[sub-umbra-sedi.livejournal.com]

Yeah! New Zealand, right?

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

Yep! Nice ta see you again.

[sub-umbra-sedi.livejournal.com]

Sorry I didn't recognize you before. It was my first world meeting.

[And I thought you were a dude.]

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

It's cool. Doesn't really bother me, long as you don't confuse me for Oz.

[And now he doesn't?]

A.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Are you OK?

[The boy has wandered over from across the street and glances down now at the both of them.]

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

Beaut!

[Sits up, petting Censorsheep's side, who baas at him] Just rough housing with Censor here.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Neither of you are hurt, right? [pause] Is it OK if . . . ?

[Lucas slowly reaches forward to try to pet the sheep as well.]

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

Nope! Censor's used to it, and I'm a lot tougher then I look kiddie. And sure, go ahead, Censor won't bite unless I tell him. Which I won't.

[Proving a point, Censor baas happily, gently butting Lucas' hand]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

H-He's really cute . . . I'll go ahead, then.

[Pet... pet... pet... patpat... pet....]

I raised sheep back at home. I didn't think I'd actually see any here.

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he is. Censor loves kids too, so you're in luck.

[Just chilling out like the sheep is, Censor completely happy with being patted]

Another sheep raiser? Wasn't expecting anyone else like me to be honest. And hey, feel free to stop by and visit this guy if you want.