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[kicked_it_out]

[Like other initial posts to the network, the feed is obviously accidental at first. One bleached-blond man is peering at the tablet, turning it this way and that and glancing warily around him now and again.]

... Well, this is unexpected.

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[savedbyradishes]

[Po has been told that the water houses creatures, but still...for some reason, paddling around in what water's provided soothes him. Must be a bear thing, really...though he has had the urge to find some half-finished bamboo furniture to eat...humans have put so much stuff on it that makes it, well. Less than properly edible. (It's called lacquer, Po.)

So there's Po, peering up over the edge of the ground, two black eyes and a white head looked at the human guy with the extremely yellow hair, like unnaturally yellow hair, like...yellower than Monkey yellow, and that was, like, a lot yellow. Yellow like his soup, only...sunnier.

He didn't have a sunny outfit on, though.

Po quietly (in a poor form of stealth mood) shifted one paw out to another as his eyes ventured from the yellow hair (what else was there to look at, really?) to his shorts laying so inconspicuously just a few feet away...]

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[kicked_it_out]

[Okay, that's not a pretty sound behind him. Spike's just gonna skitter to the side, hands going for the knife under his coat... and then he just stops and stares.

A panda. He's gone to hell in a handbasket and he's greeted by a panda.

What in the ever-loving fuck is going on here?]

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[savedbyradishes]

[Po spots that he's been spotted and shrinks away a little, moving down to only the very tops of his eyes can be seen, the fluff of white that is his upper head, and black, round ears.

A moment later and he ducks down entirely before a paw reaches out and pulls his shorts down there with him, putting them on where he can't be seen. Well, unless you could those black, round ears.

Paws go to the ground, using it for leverage to crawl out of the water.]

Uh...hi.

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[kicked_it_out]

[Huh. It's a talking panda. Fancy that. Spike raises a hand in a slow sort of wave.]

Hi.

[roadhouse_mama]

It is for most of us. Welcome to the Underworld. You've been shanghaied into war. At least that's what they seem to want of us, but it hasn't gotten to that point yet.

[kicked_it_out]

And here I just left war. Er, well. The start of one, at any rate.

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[xxii_thefool]

It takes pretty much everyone by surprise, I think. Which part weren't you expecting?

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[kicked_it_out]

The not being dead part. [Or, well. He is dead. Sort of.] Wasn't expecting to still be around.

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[xxii_thefool]

Well... some people have come here after they've died. It is the Underworld, after all. A lot of us are still alive, though. So either way, it doesn't necessarily mean very much.

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[kicked_it_out]

[There's a nod, almost absently as Spike turns the tablet this way and that.] The hell is this thing? And who are the lot of you?

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[kicked_it_out]

[Considering look.] You might be surprised.

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[kicked_it_out]

[Blink, blink, then a considering look.] I've seen worse.

[nurse1701]

[Christine takes in the newcomer in one measured glance.]

Welcome to the Underworld. You'll hate it here, and no one knows how to leave.

[kicked_it_out]

Short and to the point. Who're you?

[nurse1701]

Christine Chapel. You?

[kicked_it_out]

Spike.