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"Stop scolding at us for our problem!!" @.@

Here is a proposal that should be investigated to alleviate the Hoddle St/ Punt road and kings way transport corridors.
Proposal for parallel 3 lane tunnels in each direction for 80km/hr, state owned *not tolled* freeways.
Will take heavy traffic off of kings way and punt road.
Potential to turn the surface roads into green boulevards, with separated bike lanes and shared user paths. making these corridors more pedestrian and public transport friendly.
Forward this to your MP to create demand for this necessary livability improvement for the areas.
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Green lines represent Hoddle/Punt Road Tunnels
Yellow lines represent on/off ramps.
Timeline of project best case starting 2028 before NEL and West Gate tunnel (lol) finishes.
What would you change/improve
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Icarus grew up in a large, highly militaristic Dragonborn clan in Tymanther. Every member of the clan is raised that their single mission in life is to contribute to the clan's military might with their bodies and their professions. It doesn't matter if you're a warrior, an artisan, or a farmer - you must contribute to the constant war effort and take personal pride in your work - mastery and excellence are expected in all things undertaken.
Icarus was a black sheep from the moment he was born. He was the runt of the clutch - his egg was small, and though his parents both hoped he would hit all his growth milestones for the average Dragonborn anyway, their wishes did not bear fruit. Icarus grew up being about a third smaller than his peers, but what he lacked in size he made up for in personality - just not a personality that was culturally acceptable. Icarus is naturally sweet and empathetic, highly gifted in music, and perhaps the most sensitive member of the clan. He is moved by beauty (and cuteness), appreciates fine art and sumptuous fabrics. He loves feeling pretty and longs for adoration. But he would get no adoration from the clan while growing up.
Since childhood, Icarus has been utterly useless in martial combat due to an intense fear of getting hurt or dying. He performed abysmally in the martial training all young clan members receive starting at age seven. Instead of trying harder to be a warrior, Icarus focused all that cultural expectation of excellence on music in his spare time. As Icarus progressed into his teens, he became adroit at performing and composing music. He became an expert in stringed instruments like the lyre, lute, and dulcimer, but he was a more than serviceable flautist and drummer as well. Icarus has always been confident that given time and practice, very few musical endeavors were beyond his reach. His one weakness is playing horns and singing. It doesn't matter if it's a traditionally thought-of melody or a traditional Dragonborn throat song - he can carry a pitch-perfect tune, but having a pair of weak lungs prevents him from even getting close to virtuosity.
At one point, his musical skill attracted the attention of Milil, lesser god of song and poetry under Oghma, who would sometimes bless Icarus with ideas or inspiration. Occasionally, if Icarus was in the throes of performance, Milil would imbue his body with a radiant glow that would cause his audiences to respond well to his music when they normally wouldn't. Many clan members disapproved of Icarus channeling divinity during performances. Religious worship was frowned upon by most clan members, as they felt that Dragonborn should endeavor to reach excellence by way of their own merits and hard work, not allow a deity to provide the elbow grease. Icarus was encouraged to denounce Milil to regain some dignity as a member of the clan, but he refused. Milil brought him a small patch of cheer and joy in a barren landscape of alienation, and Icarus clung to that light like a buoy in a storm throughout his young teenage years.
As Icarus neared adulthood, it was incredibly clear to the elders around him that he was simply too soft and sensitive to serve in the clan's military, which every member of the clan is required to do for a year starting at age 17. His martial abilities were sloppy and hesitant, and they agreed that he would be a liability in battle and potentially get good warriors killed. Although his parents had been partially proud of Icarus for at least attaining excellence in something, they lost all respect for him once they received the letter rejecting Icarus from enlistment. After that, Icarus' parents both stopped looking him in the eye, they wouldn't engage with him in their home unless they had to, and they tried not to speak of their son outside the home. Icarus was a true social pariah thereafter. All that the other clan members saw when they looked at him was wasted potential, a disappointment, and a failure. Perhaps worse, they saw him as a parasite. After all, nothing he did contributed to the clan in any meaningful way. Busking on the street did nothing for the war effort, and that seemed to be all Icarus was good for.
When Icarus reached twenty years old, the clan decided that they'd had enough. Icarus hadn't committed treason or any other egregious crime, so they couldn't exile him by clan law. Instead, all of the older members of his community gathered together, Icarus before them, and they suggested, in no uncertain terms, that he choose to leave and begin his life anew elsewhere. Although it wasn't exile, it might as well have been for Icarus. The rejection was devastating, and Icarus didn't have the strength to argue with them. He left the next morning, and he hasn't been back since.
After Icarus' departure from his clan in Thymanther, he spent eight years traveling very slowly, but ever west, toward the Sword Coast. He would often get contracts at inns for several months at a time, playing music for the patrons every night in exchange for food, lodgings, and pocket money. Eventually, he would move on from the village or hamlet he was staying in, travel a little further west, and take up residence somewhere new to play music. When he reached a city, he would busk in the busy streets for money during the day, and at night he would attend open stage nights at different venues. Sometimes he would play in bands, which earned him several friends on the road west that he remains in touch with to this day. During his down time, he composed prolific volumes of music, which he still keeps in leather-bound portfolios awaiting use or second passes. About three years out from his departure from Tymanther, Icarus drummed up the courage to begin wearing bright, beautiful colors in the tradition of western bards, which made him feel much more comfortable being the flamboyant sweetheart he has always been.
Though Icarus often feels painfully lonely as a Dragonborn without a clan, performing for enthusiastic and appreciative people fills his broken heart with joy. He's mastered using positivity and cheerfulness to help offset the aching void in his soul that only a clan can fill. Over time, he has come to treasure all the interesting and diverse people he's met on his way to the Sword Coast. All the different values, customs, and cuisines, the different shapes, sizes, and languages of Faerun's peoples have enriched Icarus's heart and mind. His new sense of gratitude for getting to experience a rich, wonderful world outside of Tymanther sits right next to the pain of being ousted - and the two emotions have been locked in constant conflict ever since.
When Icarus finally arrived at the Sword Coast, he decided to make a home for himself in Baldur's Gate. The city was everything he'd hoped for - several inns and taverns to play in, no laws against performing in public, and reasonable fees for accommodations. There were even a few other Dragonborn living in the city that had also left their clans for one reason or another. Unfortunately, he'd only lived in Baldur's Gate for about six months before he was abducted by mind flayers and was thrust into an adventure he never wanted to go on.
Although Icarus still has no physical combat skills to speak of, he does have a good handful of easy spells he knows how to cast. He stands in the back of the troupe, motivated to help his companions, but terrified of being on the front lines. He even got used to wearing heavy armor out of the pure terror of being brutally injured. He gets frustrated sometimes that armor isn't as flattering on him as his boisterously colorful clothes. He's easily disgusted by viscera and blood, and he doesn't do much better with mud and bugs. Not getting to have warm nightly baths and not having access to a modern commode vex him constantly while on the road. He prays to Milil every night for the adventure to be over so he can go home and enjoy playing music in peace, but so far, all Milil has provided is aid in battle.
One good thing has come from being infected with a mind flayer parasite, (aside from gaining a group of new and interesting friends) and that was meeting Gale Dakarios. Icarus never suspected that he would fall in love with a human, but it was so easy to love Gale almost immediately. Their romance makes Icarus feel seen, appreciated, and adored. Gale makes Icarus feel pretty by showering him with compliments and physical attention, and Icarus tries to impress on Gale each day that he is enough just the way he is, and doesn't owe anyone anything. They are supportive and attentive to each other's needs, and Icarus often meditates on how wonderful their shared life could be together if they manage to make it out of this mess alive.