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Angua is standing amid the ruckus of birds cawing, and creatures crawling along and, sometimes, up the edge of the forest.

"I am not familiar with most of these animals, but that doesn't mean that I, or any of the rest of the police force, won't be available to help any of you out there. If you get trapped in a corner, chased away, otherwise unable to fight, or-"

Suddenly the birds stopped.

A branch creaked.

The drop-bear . . . dropped.

It was a close relative of the koala, although this doesn't mean very much. After all, the closest relative of the common elephant is about the size and shape of a rabbit. The drop-bear's most notable feature was its posterior, thick and heavily-padded to provide the maximum shock to the victim with the minimum shock to the bear. The initial blow rendered the prey unconscious, and then the bears could gather round to feed. It was a magnificent method of killing, since in other respects the bears were not very well built to be serious predators. As she stared at the bear on the ground, she missed seeing the one falling from the branch above her.

It didn't miss her.

Not one to be deterred from her goals, she continues, off-screen, her voice a little more muffled. "Or dropped onto, we are here for you. It's just that sometimes, here may be on the ground."

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[OoC: Everything in green is text from Pratchett's The Last Continent, which you should read.

( More actual Pratchett thoughts on Australia )

Also, Australian Spiders; a reference.

It says the continent has very few poisonous snakes . . . Oh, there's a footnote.' His finger went down the page. 'It says, "Most of them have been killed by the spiders." How very odd.']

Two things, I guess. Anyone seen one of these before?

[Stephen holds a small and furry creature up to the camera, supporting it gently around its middle. His left arm's still in a cast, but he seems pretty used to it by now. The wallaby turns its head towards Stephen to nose at him curiously with its tiny snout.]

He showed up at the apartment and won't leave me alone. Plus, I think Nym might think it's lunch. She's been eying it all day.

[Stephen puts the animal back down in his lap, who seems quite content to curl up and go to sleep.]

Which is kinda the second thing, I guess. Er, Neil's been gone for a while now and-


Does anyone need a place to live? I'm out of the house a lot and none of the animals are any trouble. I could keep the place to myself, but I think it's good for people to stick together around here.

Let me know.


[ooc: Stephen is once again the Extinct Animal Whisperer, and has befriended an Eastern Hare Wallaby. He also has a spare room!]

[There's a lot of noise behind Charlie. She's working at the Jasmine Dragon and is on her break when she does this. She doesn't bother with filtering this since she doesn't know who all Ed spoke to but it has to be done. Despite the fact that she really feels like flipping out and setting everything on fire, she keeps her voice calm and steady. It helps that she's at work, really.]

Ed Lee went home the other day. I'm not sure who all he spoke to or who he was friends with but he's gone.


[And then the audio shuts off. She's botherable at the Jasmine Dragon, if anyone wants to find her there.]

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[The video is a little shaky when it turns on, and there's the sound of scrambling. It is made evident why, when the feed shows Demyx standing on the edge of the fountain, having been cornered there by what appears to be . . . some sort of blue-headed bird and a yellow dog? Well, they do seem to be staring at him pretty intently.]

Oh man, oh man, not again! Come on, I haven't been on a mission in months! What do you guys want?

[Siiiiigh, mumble.] I know what you're thinking, but I'm not getting killed by you two again. [Then, at a much more normal tone.]

Hey, so, uh. I don't normally ask for help like this, but I'm kind of stuck? I don't wanna use my water or my sitar, because, well, it didn't really work out so well last time. S'how I got here. [The dog suddenly starts growling will ill intent, and barking.]

Aw, geez! Hey, Sora, take care of the bird and the dog! You get along with them right? [The blue head lowers, menacingly, and it snaps its beak at Demyx a few times.] Help!

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[OoC: Yeah. Demyx got killed by Sora, Goofy, and Donald, so, I figured this was appropriate. Or inappropriate. Either way, it amuses me! The Dingo ate his baby. Feel free to make fun of him, run into him, make it worse, etc etc. Also, the native Australian spiders.]

[Video Post]

I am unsure what manner of curse this is, aside from an apparent invasion of furry, powerful, toothed, and scaled creatures. I have managed to fight my way through a crowd of alligators, though. And I must say that I feel no more like that Steve Irwin fellow than I did yesterday. [He laughs at his own joke a little bit. Because that was supposed to be funny.] I would, of course, be more than happy to rescue anyone in need of it.

But now I feel that I must go back to my old problem of needing clock reparations. I can't seem to keep them going right recently. I can't imagine why, but perhaps this is what the City does to clocks after a time, hah! as a way of messing with the minds of its citizens on curses. If you can't tell when midnight is, you can't tell when they start and stop. So, I am planning on putting a stop to it.

[He bends down to stop the recording, but as he does, the wall behind him reveals ( Non-IC cut for potential spider squick )

]

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[OoC: Link to the Australian spiders again.]

[ There's a video clip attached to this particular posting. ]

Is anyone collecting wild animals? At least they're not reproducing in frenzied amounts, but I've enough pets in this house as is without adding one with terribly sharp claws into the mix. Whenever she's not eating apparently clinging to my leg is the only next viable option, and I can only layer on so many trousers.

And yes, I do realise that this could be much worse but I'd much rather keep these things in their natural habitat or a zo-- the zoo hasnt been letting its occupants loose again, has it? Just wondering; I really would prefer avoiding the unicorns this time. Not everyone can afford to lose a limb or three.

So - baby koala. Ping me if you want one, yeah?

VOICE

[There's some kind of gargantuan reptilian whirring and hissing going on in the background of this breezy audio post.]

I'm not going to make it to work today. I'm calling in chased by motherfucking gators.

[ooc: Backdated to like 9am!]

So what's a girl got to do to get a ship around here? Not the one that sank a few weeks ago, mind. I'm not in a hurry to freeze to death again, though a little ice play never hurt anyone.

[Isabela's currently sitting on a large, jutting rock by the beach, picking her nails with a dagger. She's got the device in her lap, the camera pointed up at her. She hasn't figured out any of the other settings yet... but whatever. This works.]

Should I shout for those supposed gods that run this place?

[She peers over her little rock before swiftly tossing her dagger at one of these.]

Oooh- do you think they like seafood? I just caught myself a nasty little bugger.

Dawn is back and this is a very good thing. At least I think it's a good thing. I am also aware I should feel guilty but I don't so....

John--Pyro is gone though.

I think it's a conspiracy. To make me gain twenty pounds. I just--the theory that the City feeds on us being miserable makes more and more sense all the time.