Re-Entrance [under new munagement. Have read RPs with the old Aang. Poke me if I forget something]

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

If Aang were the type to keep a journal, a sampling of entries would have sounded like this:

Day One (Post-iceburg)

Have been freed from iceburg where I was apparently trapped for a hundred years by a pretty girl. Hundred years = bad. Pretty girl = good. Pretty girl's brother = funny-looking when covered in bison snot.

Now: penguin-sledding with pretty girl! Yey!

Day Five

Sokka in a dress. Ahaha.

Day Fifteen

Sliding around Omashu still fun!

Day Sixteen

Bumi also still crazy. But it's okay because he's a genius!

Day Twenty-six

Getting stuck in caves = not always a bad thing

Which leads up to what today's imaginary entry in Aang's imaginary journal would read...

Day Thirty-Something...I think.

Need real food. Onion and banana juice is not real food, no matter how "spiritually sustaining" Guru Pahtick claims it is. Suspect that he, like most old people I've ever met, is slightly crazy. Still not fully realized Avatar yet.

Now he'd have something else to add to that imaginary entry: Went to bar, because he stumbled in barefoot and half-asleep, rubbing at his eyes, after a night of strange dreams involving connected pools of water filled with onions and bananas.

His stomach spoke first, growling loudly, and then he spoke next, deliriously happy: "Real food!"

And ran over to the bar.

Welcome back to Milliways, you bald little monkey.

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[seeswithherfeet.livejournal.com]

"Katara's here, but I haven't heard Sokka complaining about anything since the last time I was back home," she says, hopping up onto one of the barstools.

Without warning, she loudly bangs her fist down on the bar. "HEY, CAN I GET SOME SERVICE OVER HERE?" she shouts loudly. Apparently, she doesn't care about making a scene in the middle of the bar.

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

"You can just ask the bar and it serves you," he said. "You don't need to wait for the rats to come."

"Like this: Bar, could I have some, um...chocolate chip cookies, please?"

They appeared and he grabbed one and crammed it into his mouth, then pushed the plate over to Toph. "Twy un," he said around a mouthful of cookie-mush. "They're gfud."

[seeswithherfeet.livejournal.com]

Her shoulders slump, and she reluctantly takes a handful of the chocolate chips. she mutters before shoving them into her mouth.

"Umm. Noph bad," she says, spewing a few crumbs.

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

"'Oo only fink it's leff fun because 'oo can't yell at fomebuddy," Aang said, a grin on his face and in his voice. And chewed cookie in his mouth.

[seeswithherfeet.livejournal.com]

She swallows the chocolate chips and hesitates before getting another handful. "Yeah, you're right. Guess I'll just have to make up for it next time we work on your Earthbending." She smirks. It's not very reassuring.

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

Aang swallowed abruptly and coughed a little because it went down the wrong way.

But positive reinforcement could work so well! Why can't you give it a chance, Toph?

[seeswithherfeet.livejournal.com]

Toph gives him a rough smack on the back that probably does more harm than good. "Don't act so surprised. You're getting better, but you're still a long way from being a real Earthbender, so we gotta step up the pace."