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Seven Kiwis - Action - Phone
Oct. 27th, 2011 11:42 pmA; 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?
[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?
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