fandomhigh | Ocker 101 - week 5

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.]

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"I was gonna say the accent to be a smart arse, but bloody hell, you're not far off! Bit southern though. You from Sydney?"

Cara reminded herself that she wasn't allowed to try to kill the locals. "No," she managed to grit out eventually.

"Don't mind me! Wouldn't know a Sydneysider if one jumped up and bit me on the bum. Where ya from then?"

Which made them sound like some of the wildlife from a few weeks back. "The Midlands, which aren't around here."

"The Midlands! No way! I've got a second cousin from out that way. Kind of the black sheep of the family, but we love 'im all the same. I thought I recognised your accent from somewhere!"

This had to be some kind of horrible mistake, or a nightmare. Cara would take either option. "I think we're talking about two different places." Spirits, she hoped they were. "Unless your Midlands also have D'Hara and Aydindril."

"Yeah, yeah! Me cousin Skip's from near Darra. He likes it okay, though I reckon he misses home more than he lets on. Good bloke. You should look him up if you're back that way. Bet you'd get along like a house on fire!"

Cara was going to take the mispronunciation as proof they were talkinga bout different places. Even if it wasn't. "I'm sure we would." Most people wanted to get as far away from burning houses as possible, after all.

"Bluey's here! I'd better go buy him a drink. Bugger owes me ten bucks, but he won't pay up unless he's gotten started first. Fancy a game of darts later, love?"

If he was the target maybe. "I'll think about it."

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