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[un_fallen]

There are already quite a few animals in the bar. It's probably for the best that this one can not speak; the entrance was silent (or hidden), the transformation equally so. The creature looks listless and resigned, as though waiting for something.

Death, maybe? Death would be good. (*#+^@& Milliways.

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[aj_crawley]

A pair of feet wander by, pause, then turn back, coming to a halt not so very far away as their owner settles on this particular armchair - no doubt because of its proximity to the fireplace - to settle in.

They're strangely... familiar feet, though. The shoes are quite distinctive.

[un_fallen]

Eventually the bear looks over. And then, slowly, up.

Oh, God, no, is its first thought. But there aren't a lot of people around here who are likely to be sympathetic to his situation. Any of his situations.

He has always sort of wondered if those shoes were really shoes or... what.

[aj_crawley]

He may never again get such a good opportunity to find out!

After a few moments, the heel of one (presumably) shoe lifts and scratches at the opposite ankle. Just a tad too clumsily though, it seems; switching tactics, the owner of said shoes leans down and snaps a loose thread from the inside of one sock. Irritant no more!

Looking up again, Crowley blinks.

There is a koala staring at him.

[un_fallen]

"Crowley?" he tries to say, but it comes out as a low, throaty growl. He sighs, and tries the plaintive approach.

Okay, so that was just as bad. He looks despondently at the leg of Crowley's trousers.

[creator_raven]

It is, of course, at this point that Raven pokes the koala in its side.

Then tweaks its ears.

He is very cheerful about this.

It is a thing.

Probably.

[un_fallen]

Ow. Raguel ducks and tries to glare at the offending man, but it doesn't seem to be very effective.

Oh. Raven. Those are never effective.

At least he can be grateful that he's too small to be force-fed cookies. Though actually he could sort of go for a cookie right now.

[creator_raven]

Raven does not yet feed the Raguel-koala cookies.

He does, however, attempt to remove him from his current position.

Koalas are cuddly, and Raven arms are, perhaps, not so bad at pretending to be tree branches.

[un_fallen]

Much to his horror, it is remarkably easy to walk along Raven's arm with all four appendages. He has two thumbs on each hand. Someone has a very wrong sense of humor, he thinks, until he realizes who the Someone probably is.

...One of those idiots in Animal Design who always looked stoned, no doubt.

[corrie_go_bush]

"Oh, you poor thing. You need a tree."

For a moment, Corrie is forgetting that, possibly and more likely, that is koala isn't normally one. He is a koala! And she knows about koalas. They eat gum leaves and they sleep and they have a really nasty bite, and they belong in trees.

Preferablly trees back home.

[un_fallen]

The koala just stares at her. It might be a frown to Raguel, but on his new face it looks very neutral.

Although he wouldn't say no to a tree, at this point.

[corrie_go_bush]

The (dead) Australian girl squats down near him, frowning in worry.

"Yep. You need a tree. You'd feel much better about life, if you had a tree."

[un_fallen]

Feeling better about life, he has to admit, is one of those hopes he left behind on the other side of his conversation with Mal. But the way she talks about trees, well. Maybe he should follow someone out the back door some time and try some arboreal therapy.

[river_meimei]

The mongoose nearby looks less resigned.

More... stressed.

Stiffly, bristlingly stressed, and pressed to the ground under a chair.

'Jumpy' may perhaps be the term, although it's not really a sufficient one for this level of twitchiness.

[un_fallen]

Raguel looks at the mongoose sympathetically. He can relate - he's not normally affected by such magical hijinks in the bar, and finding himself suddenly looking at the world from 2 feet above the floor was quite a shock.

He leans forward and tries to make eye contact.

[river_meimei]

It takes a minute.

And when he succeeds, it's not entirely clear if she's meeting his eyes consciously, or if she's only staring at him in place of any of the other moving objects and beings around this room.

[un_fallen]

Koalas move slowly. Perhaps this is a consolation. But he knows that any sound he might make is going to be translated by his uncooperative voice into a growl, so he doesn't try to speak.

This leaves few options.

One furry arm raises in a kind of greeting, then drops. ...This is ridiculous.

[morelikeasponge]

Look! A familiar face!

The body it's attached to is flopped over in an armchair, staring glumly into the expresso-y depths of its macchiato.

[un_fallen]

Yes... and familiarity at this point is extremely attractive.

"Peter?" he tries to say, but of course it comes out differently.