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