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[The broadcast starts rather abruptly. The recording device is on its side like it was just dropped there. Suddenly the image bounces and shifts as it is picked up in the mouth of something (for the record, it's a Meow Wow).

The Meow Wow holds the recorder while a fight is going on. A small gang of Pricklemanes are slamming spiky tails at a target off screen. Suddenly something teal and orange flips through the air and lands on camera. It's...a platypus in a fedora?

Perry slams his tail into the face of one of the Pricklemane's and then grabs another to throw at a third Pricklemane. He fights with grace and speed and probably a little more power than one would give a small semi-aquatic mammal credit for. The trio of Pricklemane's burst into fragments and Perry adjusts his hat. A job well done. It might have seemed like a short fight, but Perry looks a little tired, so the feed probably only caught the last part of it.

Perry turns to the Meow Wow and frowns, giving it a side long look. Weren't you supposed to be---Perry froze. His eyes lock onto the screen that you are currently watching him from. He winces and rushes forward to block the camera with his hand and the feed abruptly ends.
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[The video flickers on to show both Wash and North in what looks like one of the hotel rooms. It’s far enough away that it’s obvious they’ve set it up on a flat surface somewhere. Wash is still wearing his helmet; old habits die very hard.]

Hey. Does anyone know anything about these Dream Eater things? We know they can fight and that you can make them from little rainbow pieces; aside from that, I’ve got nothing.

[There’s a squeak from offscreen, and Wash looks over-] Hey, get over here. [-and leans out of the frame.]

[North, meanwhile, has his helmet off, because all things considered, this area’s probably safe and he can let his guard down a bit. ]

Also, do they all carry loose change or something? It’s an odd way of making money.

[He glances over at Wash.]

Everything alright, Wash?

Yeah, fine, just- c’mere!

[There’s more squeaking offscreen, and finally Wash leans back into the frame, pulling his bat into his lap. The bat squeaks piteously, and it’s pretty obvious that one wing is bandaged.]

Is there a vet around here, or someone who knows how to take care of this? [He gestures at the bandage.] I can do this much, but that’s about it.

[Responses will come from both Wash ([personal profile] unrecovered) and North ([personal profile] brodakota).]

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