Ocker 101 - week 5 - period 4 [11/06]

[whatacrocdundee.livejournal.com]

The class had been told to meet at the end of the Causeway, which was where Mick was waiting. When they'd all arrived, Mick gestured to the portal. "G'day. No idea how this thing works, but it's a little ripper. Bloke says it'll take us straight to Walkabout Creek. Come on." With that, he turned and gestured for the class to follow him through the portal.

On the other side, they'd find themselves standing on a dusty road in the middle of nowhere, a nowhere that was very hot and very dry.



Welcome to Walkabout Creek.



Mick led his class into the pub.

"G'day you pack of bastards! Mick's come home," he yelled as he entered, and was greeted with various catcalls and cries of, 'It's about time, you bastard!'. "Yeah, I know. Only here for a quick trip, and I brought my class. You lot look after 'em, all right? Specially the frog presuming he's there."

This was greeted with dead, almost stunned, silence, finally broken by Wally saying, "Who the bloody hell let you teach?!"

"Been trying to figure that one out meself!" The pub broke into laughter, and Mick ushered his class inside. "Walkabout Creek Hotel. Make yourself at home. Shirl'll take your order at the bar if you want some tucker or a drink, just stay away from the bloody Fosters. Stuff tastes like piss. I'll be keepin' an eye on you, but if you get into trouble, just give us a yell. It's my shout, so anything you want, Shirl'll put it on my tab," he added. "Go on, have fun."

[What we've got here is gonna be a whole lotta OCD, and you're just gonna have to wait. The class has actually left Fandom entirely, but a squirrel is welome to smuggle itself along for radio purposes.]

Comments

React to Walkabout Creek

[whatacrocdundee.livejournal.com]

React to the town, the hotel, its patrons, or anything else that takes your fancy.

The portal's gone and it won't be back for an hour or so, so no running back to Fandom.

Re: React to Walkabout Creek

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

The first thing that occurred to Edmund was that it was hot. Not the heat of a Fandom summer, or the light warmth of a Narnian summer, but a dry, blaring heat that you could almost taste on your tongue while it stripped it of any moisture.

Of course, he might have been overreacting, not that he would ever admit to it.

Re: React to Walkabout Creek

[wrongkindofsith]

It was brown. Brown, hot, flat, and dusty. But mostly brown.

Still, after being in a place as built up as Fandom for over a month, she was grateful for being in a place she could actually see the horizon without much trouble.

Re: React to Walkabout Creek

[see-beyond.livejournal.com]

It was warm here. Thankfully, it was warm back on the island to so he'd dressed lightly but it was a different kind of warm and Jonas found himself shading his eyes as he took in the flat, brown landscape. Very different to what he'd become accustomed to.

Re: React to Walkabout Creek

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

It was as hot as Kesh (or so the stories from soldiers' told).

He looked around; this place was smaller than Fandom, not as many buildings. James was a city boy without a city, now.

Re: React to Walkabout Creek

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Different equaled cool, and Clark took his time looking around, really wishing he'd gotten himself some sunglasses for the brown glare.