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“Sure, let’s go with that.” Where did all the Trafalgar Cheer go? Oh how a girl despairs!
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anzacspirits:
“Sure, let’s go with that.” Where did all the Trafalgar Cheer go? Oh how a girl despairs!
“Welcome to the Commonwealth! Where Pom things don’t matter, but the Queen is still a great sheila!”
anzacspirits:
“I’m, um, not quite sure that’s how it goes, my dear.”
“Oh? Well, if you say so sheila. Let’s retry it. Pomland expects to send us their criminals.”
“It’s Trafalgar Day! England expects…”
“Cockney rhymes for Cockney times.”
“Kiwi, what did a first mate do again?”
“Estimate?”
“Don’t corrupt the young kids!!!!!”
“Hmm. I don’t have many good name choices. Wallace or Vampire. One makes me sound Scottish. The others make it seem like I want to suck people’s blood.”
“Bullocks, I say!”
Note on this blog’s “continuity”:
Everything is canon.
Nothing is canon.
“And I vote we should fire Big Ole Mo out of a cannon!”
A letter arrives from Scapa Flow, addressed to one HMAS Vampire. It's a store-bought and strereotypical card, saying, "we should spend some koala-ty time together." It was signed by HMS New Zealand, complete with a little heart. And a kiwi bird.
“'oly Brad Pitt! That kiwi 'as a crush on me? Nah wahn ever 'as a crush on old Vamp!”
trenchcafe:
“There can be only one feckin’ short-as ankleboitah who insults iveryone, tō raho!”
“You, me, behoind the feckin’ Macca’s at foive.”
“Get stuffed, you have DADS disease .”
“You want to fight me, mate? That’s an arrestable offense. I’m the bloody MP!”
kiwifleet-archived:
Lanikai smiled at that. She knew what Hungry Jacks was, thankfully. “Fine by me. T-thank you.”
She dipped her head, but unlike with her previous helmet, this one didn’t shift forward. The schooner was glad for that; she wasn’t planning on taking off the helmet until she was going to sleep.
“Well, you seem like a fairly picky little ankle biter. So probably best to start off with something that’s not too strange, right? Haha. I’m not very good with jokes. Though in the future, we should probably paint your helmet to be more in line with the sea. You are the first sheila I’ve ever seen wearin’ one all the time.”
@trenchcafe
“......Zzzz? What, do I really have to? Bloody wankers.”
“I was told by the buggers in charger that I have to bring back a fookin’ meme no one remembers anymore. So today’s ocker is @trenchcafe. Because she’s a goddamn space ship from the far future and yet still talks like a fookin’ Kiwi bastard.”
“It’s my job to patch up submarines....So if you are leaky, that’s your own doing in this day and age.”
“Does this mean that I get time off of work for the holidays?”
“You never work...In fact, I am making you do charity on Boxing Day just for saying that dumb line!”
“Always make sure to wear your proper prescriptions, mate..”
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kiwihurricane:
Kain nodded her head at the admiral’s words – she had been exhausted, and only kept from yawning wide due to being in the presence of an admiral. “No argument from me, mate. Oi’m fecking exhausted. D'ye hev somewhere Oi can sleep end take a showah? Oi wouldn’t moind meeting these… New Zealandahs…”
Kain’s uniform had since dried fully, and though the ‘KIWILAND’ banner above the kiwi on her shoulders was probably going to garner a few questioning stares, the uniform was recognisable - even if old - and the kiwi was good enough to show nationality.
“For now, I’m going to have you bunk with Vampire. I’ll have to make a formal request for civilian bunking on the base. Unlike the Japanese, where they just seem to summon anyone to become admiral and they have ultimate say, I still prefer to run things past the higher ups first.”
“But be careful, apparently Vampire has a habit of having Kiwis get a crush on her.”
“Wait!!! Nah, I daan't!”
kiwifleet:
“Anything works. But I see what you mean about the formal stuff.” Lanikai wasn’t picky here, but she was secretly grateful that she hadn’t been given too many options; too many options meant a confused schooner.
But she did have a favourite food that she hadn’t had recently. “I’m kind of interested in having a burger, what do you say? A-any good places around for that?”
“A burger? Heheh. I guess you can remove an American from their nation, but you cannot remove them being American.” Platypus laughed to herself. “Of course, we have some Yank restaurants like Hungry Jacks, mate.”
The Flying Girl
kiwihurricane:
“Oi could hilp, Oi think. Oi nivah did learn how'ta maintain or build a stroikah, but Oi did learn the basics'a how et works. Besoides, Oi think Oi did well enough with those Abyssal foightahs, ay?”
In all seriousness, Kain wasn’t quite sure what she could do – if her enemies were of a humanoid size… “… there’s no way Oi could take off from a fecking carrier, huh? Not that Oi’d want'ta be part'a the Fleet Air Arm. Faaa, Oi don’t even know what a jet aerocraft is, but they sure sound fast as, edmiral.” She shrugged, unable to find a satisfactory answer on her own. “In the end, Oi thank et’s up t'ye, edmiral. While Oi’d loike'fa foight me own Neuroi end go beck'ta me world, Oi’m here, aren’t Oi?”
“You probably wouldn’t be able to use any of the current CVs. Though with you being in the port of Sydney you might be able to use our airfields. It’s not like airdrops have become a thing of the past.” Buchanan said.
“For now, I might suggest that you rest before we consider the possibilities of the future. You got banged up badly. It’ll be quite a while before I would even consider letting you attempt to fly. It’s up to you to. The New Zealanders have some of their own fleet with us. That’s the nation that would be closest to your own homeland. If you don’t feel comfortable with that, I have a few girls that could be friends here...for the lack of a better term.”
kiwifleet:
“Still better than fish!” A smile was gracing Lanikai’s face now. She hadn’t exactly been looking forward to eating at the mess hall. “I technically have indefinite food stores, because my crew back then were great fishers, and I’ve got that skill too. But I don’t much like fish. Had a bit too much, I think.”
With her new helmet on her head, and the promise of food, Lanikai had stopped fidgeting. She was probably going to follow Platypus around like a lost puppy, though. “Lead the way!”
“Oh, heavens no. Fish will not do for someone like me. I can’t stand the taste of it. Unless you deep fry the living hell out of it. That’s more of a Yank thing to do, though. Maybe, working with them back in WW1 did that to me. Oh well.”
“Hahhh. I am going to guess that you don’t have much of an opinion on what you like to eat, huh?” She then asked.
“Hmm...Are you in the mood for greasy , bad for you food? Or something more formal? Though...Either of us look like polite society. So unless we get all cleaned up and dressy that’s not a good option. They won’t like the helmet....Because the tip top cheerio.”
“Sorry, mates but Halloween is over.”
“But don’t get your panties in a twist. It’s time to get those baskets and bunny ears out, Easter is right around the corner!!!”