Seven; Action

[micronation]

A; suddenly dangerous Mayfield streets
[So, Sealand didn't do any killing of his targets, but other people did! And he got a car out of it. Being really small is, to him, no reason not to try out said car. There's no minimum age limit for driving in Sealand! And even if there was, he's forty-three okay.

Who knows how he got it out of the driveway (hint: by taking out the mailbox), but he's now attempting to drive said car down the road.

He's kind of on the road, okay. Only a little bit on the sidewalk. On the opposite side of the road he's supposed to be on.]

B; France's House
[He's knocking on France's door, now. Ignore the car parked on your lawn.]

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[theseineone.livejournal.com]

[Opens!] Ah, c'est la petite Angleterre... () 'Ow can I help you, little one?

I always think that is incredibly fancy trufax

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[Kick to the shin as hard as he can!

Possibly "little England" is a particularly good description for him today.]

It is very fancy.

[theseineone.livejournal.com]

Ow! Little rat, get here! [Grabs Sealand by the collar.] What was that for?

/DAZZLED

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[Glaring up at France as best he can manage. And since he's related to England it's a pretty good glare okay.]

You killed Caesar! Sealand knows, I saw it on the plaque!

[theseineone.livejournal.com]

[Yes, but he's seen it plenty of times before in way more intimidating circumstances. Hold a cutlass to his throat and then you can talk.]

Monsieur Caesar? Oui, I did... Was he- ah, is he a friend of yours, little one?

[how-right-i-am.livejournal.com]

[Lilly is inspecting the mailbox whenever Sealand returns. Such an act of vandalism is inexcusable! Someone will definitely pay for this...]

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[Sealand misses the driveway in favor of knocking over the trash cans this time! But then he gets the car back in said driveway.]

Hi, Lilly!

[how-right-i-am.livejournal.com]

[She jumps at the sight of Sealand driving like such a maniac. She hasn't even tried driving of course, but she can guess what happened to the mailbox.]

S-sealand! Watch where you're going!

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[He stops before he hits the garage!]

Isn't this car cool?

A

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

[Watching this.../face palm.]

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[Waving!]

Hi! Look what I got!

[Swerving quickly to avoid hitting a fire hydrant.]

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

.......


Where did you get that?

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[Sealand stops the car so he can talk and also before he hits more things.]

It was in the driveway! It has Sealand's name on it and stuff, see?

[Pointing to the license plate.]

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

[Thank the gods. Walking over.]

So I see.

And you're trusting a strange car that just appeared in front of your house in the middle of the night?

A

[notsaul.livejournal.com]

[oh man is this for srs right now HONKHONK] GET OFF THE FUCKING ROAD, KID!

[micronation]

[Too bad he doesn't recognize her when she's not a werewolf or in pieces on his lawn.]

Sealand can't get off the road, he's in a car!

[notsaul.livejournal.com]

Then get the fucking car off the road, twerp! I've got places to be! [no she doesn't she's just dicking around]

[micronation]

So go around!

[notsaul.livejournal.com]

You are literally blocking the fucking road.

I can't.

Can you even drive.

Are you even ten years old.

A

[roadroller]

[guess who also got a new mode of transportation?

- No, it's not a prize, Rin didn't successfully kill. Instead, hers is a big fat yellow road roller. Regain day is a dangerous day... but she can't help but grin at the fancy car halfway on the sidewalk]

Wow, are you sucking on purpose? ♪

[micronation]

[Sealand flusters a bit and leans out--at least he has learned how to stop the thing.]

Sealand is still learning!

[roadroller]

Me and Len weren't nearly that bad when we taught ourselves to drive, though. ♪ Don't they have cars in your country?

[micronation]

[Sealand is too small for cars.] Well it'd be easier if I could see out the window and reach the pedals too...

/so late

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

. . . .

[There is a car parked on France's lawn. As his next door neighbor, Holland simply stares.

Until he sees the tire tracks in his own lawn. ]

What the hell. . .

[micronation]

[Sealand is just finishing his discussion with France and heading back to said car.]

Hi!

[Waves as if nothing is wrong.]