Post Thirty One: Doing the rounds

[witchofthechalk]

[There is a teenage girl knocking at your door. Yes your door.....unless you are Teatime. She's wearing a witches hat and carrying a bag in her hands.]

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[worstvikingever]

Wow. Crazy.

Yeah... I'd like to see the notes, if I can.

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

I didn't find them myself but I made copies of the ones people were reading over the phone.

I have them at home. We can go see them now if you'd like,

[worstvikingever]

Yeah sure, that'd be great.

[He nods and steps out of the house, shutting the door behind him.]

Lead the way.

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

[She nods and turns to start walking.]

[worstvikingever]

[He follows.]

So... how long have you been here?

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

Using this worlds calender, I'd say about a year and six months.

[worstvikingever]

...Really?

Wow, I'm sorry.

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

Well I did go home for three years in between. But I was only gone for a day here.

[worstvikingever]

That... happens? I haven't heard of that before.

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

Yes. Now and then it will. You're droned for a period of time, usually a day to a week, though it has known to be longer.

I was home for three years. I didn't remember a thing about this place till I woke up in my normal room here and discovered I'd missed one day and yet was three years older.

[worstvikingever]

Huh. That's really strange.

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

Quite. Especially when you're trying to remember things that happened to you about three years ago, when they happened to everyone else a week ago.

Not to mention getting used to all these strange machines again.

[worstvikingever]

Yeah that... that would really bother me.

How long ago did this happen to you?

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

A few months now. I think it was November.

[worstvikingever]

Okay. So you're okay about it now?

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

Yes, it took a few days, but I managed to get used to it.

[worstvikingever]

That's good. [He looks around at where they're walking.] Where do you live, anyway?

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

1670 Nelson street.

[worstvikingever]

[He thinks about this.]

I'm not sure I've been down that way yet.

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

It looks like every other part of town. So you might have and not just realized it.

[worstvikingever]

Yeah, that's probably true. Who do you live with?

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

I live with England, Sophie and Tavros.

[worstvikingever]

Sophie? I've talked with her a couple of times, she's really nice. Don't think I've talked to the other two, though.

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

Yes. She is. I've been living with her and England for a while. Tavros is rather new. He's ...a troll of some sort. Rather large horns. Apologizes for things all the time.

England is... Is.... well a country of course. And also ....England.

...rather hard to explain. He's not a bad sort for a father though.

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup is mildly confused. He hasn't actually met any of the countries yet, and the concept is still a little fuzzy to him since he came from a culture and place where countries were largely unimportant.]

I've met a couple of the trolls. They're pretty fun, actually.

...he's a country? Uh... okay.