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A; Action - Stuck in the blob

[When New Zealand got up today the last thing she expected was this. No, what she expected after getting up, after dressing in her usual outfit of pants and a loose top, and after eating breakfast was a lazy walk to the bakery with Censor, and then a day of messing around and making things. A usual average day in Mayfield, really. Maybe a bit of rough housing with Oz after work, if they both felt up to it.

Instead she's found herself in a cherry flavoured blob, Censor trapped next to her. The silly sheep had been gobbled up in an instant and of course New Zealand had dived right in after him, because no body messed with her sheep,

Except blobs, apparently.

Throughout the day, from morning to afternoon, New Zealand can be found, stuck in the blob, slowly eating her way out of it. You're stuck in there too? Cool, she'll be striking up a conversation and helping you eat your way out too. No man or sheep will be left behind!]

B; Action - Walking Home (Late afternoon-evening)

[After successfully freeing herself, her sheep and a few others from the blob, New Zealand heads home, disgruntled sheep in her arms. Censor needs a bath, and frankly so does she, both of them covered in gunk from the blob.

Three guesses who will be getting it first, and the first two don't count.]

C; Phone (Evening)

Well. That was an event, wasn't it, huh Cens? Did everyone get out okay? I tried to help, but Censor started to kick up a fuss, he's a bit of a wuss with messes in his fur. Weirdo. Had to take him home so, yeah...

... Who else is pretty sick of the taste of cherry. Think I'll hold off from eating anything with it in it for awhile, huh?

[The attack always came from the one you least expected. New Zealand, while young, has been in enough wars to know that she should have know that. But when Censor came trotting up to her, she didn't notice the bloodshot eyes, the smell of rotting flesh catching her attention first. A small chunck out of the sheep's cheek, who in turn took a chunk out of her arm as she knelt down to look him over.

She hadn't thought much of it then, chalking it up to Censor being distressed from his wound. She patched him up, then herself and thought little more of it.

And then the hunger came. The hunger that no food could feel, the hunger that perked up at the sound of fresh blood pumping through veins, making her drool at the sight of clear flesh. She was so so hungry, Censor nearly as bad as her, when she finally staggered out of the house. Eyes sunken she dragged herself along the streets, feeling the hunger grow and grow, Censor tagging along beside her.

And then she snapped, lunging at the nearest person, teeth bared. So so hungry, and they smelt so good.

Just a little nibble wouldn't hurt, would it?]

A: [In the morning, at 727 Anderson Lane the smell of breakfast being cooked fill the house. Pancakes and toast and bacon and eggs and oh my. Her hair neatly brushed for once and in an actual dress, New Zeala- Christine hums while she cooks, a happy smile on her face. It's another beautiful day in Mayfield, the sun is shining and later she'll take the kids out for a celebration.

As she sets the plates on the table, Censor baas, causing her to start. For a moment she remembers] Cens? What's up mate?

[And then Mayfield and it's droning reclaims her, and a frown covers Christine's face as she walks over to the sheep] Censor? What are you doing in the house?Naughty Censor [and then she the poor dear out]

B: [Then she can be found on a stepladder outside the house, fixing the wonderful decorations around her windows. Fruit and Censor watch from a distance and for a moment Christine looks back, the more boyish full on grin she usually sports appearing. And then just as quick it turns into the Stepford smile, New Zealand shaking her head as she climbs back down the ladder, waving her hands at the two animals with another smile. Lots of things to do today after all, no time to be playing around]

C: [Later in the day, at the park Christine sits on a picnic blanket, watching her two drone kids run around and play. She's the perfect Mayfield wife, it may throw off anyone whose met her before. Laughing she calls the children over, wiping their hands before unpacking a picnic lunch. Just another perfect Mayfield family]

[For both New Zealand and Australia, and that means there's a lot to do.]

A. [First there's going to the florist shop, just before dawn. Both of them look tired, with Censor keeping them both on the path once they get out Australia's car. Yawning, New Zealand leans against the car, watching and waiting as Australia picks the lock or something, she's not sure, just that the door is open in a few minutes and once he heads in, she follows.

Moments later they come out, the florist's stock of red poppies going with them. ]

B. [Or you find them, at dawn, at the park near the lake. The poppies they stole have all been broken down to just the flower, and New Zealand pushes the last one out onto the water, before standing and glancing up at Australia]

We should have brought a bugle.

Don't know how to play it.

[New Zealand shrugs] You want to say anything?

...we should say it together.

Alright.

[And then she looks back over the lake, even as her hand slips into Australia's. As one, they recite :]

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old; Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning. We will remember them.

Lest We Forget...

[Together they fall silent, heads bowed.]

C. [Around 2 they'll be found at Olney's Tavern, both nursing a beer, the remains of a lunch spread out between them. The male drones keep giving New Zealand confused looks, as if they're not quite sure if she should be here, but she ignores them, focused on reminiscing about the old days with Australia.]

D. [Finally, as the streetlights of Mayfield start to turn on, they can be both found, wandering them, New Zealand being piggy backed by Australia as she slurs her way through drinking songs. They seem to be looking for someone; Turkey, specifically, because they need to wrestle!

They are making an awful lot of noise though, and what is walking in a straight line? Not even Censor can keep them on track.]

[OOC: Yellow is Australia, green is New Zealand.]

A. Phone: [At 727 Anderson Lane there is no screams of shock, or yelling to go home. Just a quiet click as New Zealand picks up the telephone, and calmly dials a number]

Oz? You there? Right, I know you did this, you're the only one who would. So tell me where the hell Shaun is. And where I am, because this isn't my house. Woke up in bed with some shelia apparently, and you know that I'm a [STATIC] and that I don't really go for that type.

B. Action: [Sometime in the afternoon you'll find a little blonde kid wandering around in badly made pants under a ripped and muddy dress. It use to be so pretty once, with frills, and such a lovely cream colour.... and well... now it looks like it was shoved into a blender. Or chopped up by a 6 year old. Which it was. As the kid wanders she stares up at everything with wide eyes, a few toy blocks clenched in her hands. Who knew that simply trying to have a late lunch would do this?]

Mummmm... Mummmm... England! [This place is strange as fuck, she would also say, if she wasn't so concerned about getting a spanking for a foul mouth.]

(ooc: If you chose B. replies will be coming from kiwicolony )

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