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seeswithherfeet.livejournal.com

[OOM: Toph is annoyed with everyone. (Spoilers for The Western Air Temple.)]

The door to Milliways flies open and Toph comes sailing through, landing on her face in the middle of the floor. She pushes herself up with her arms, grumbling things that would make a sailor blush. She scurries across the floor on her hands and knees until she reaches a table. Letting out a groan, she pulls herself into a chair, careful not to touch the pink and tender soles of her feet against the floor.

It's been a while since she's been in the bar, so she keeps an ear out for familiar voices. She plays with a fork that she grabbed from the table as she listens, molding it absentmindedly into various strange shapes.

seeswithherfeet.livejournal.com

Toph has come into possession of a note, though she's not exactly sure how or why. She can tell that it's a note since it's written on fancier paper than what's used for napkins around the bar. She sits at a table and stares intently at the piece of paper, as if she's trying to decipher some hidden meaning but not finding anything.

Of course, there's the slight problem that she's looking at the blank side.

And that she can't see.

"...I can't read this," she mutters after a few seconds, slamming the note down on the table. She then raises an eyebrow and smirks slightly.

"HEY! POOR HELPLESS BLIND GIRL OVER HERE! Need a reader! MAKE IT FAST!"

princeinexile

"Uncle? Are these--"

Going anywhere? No. There is a boy-- a smiling, happy boy-- blinking over an armful of papers and scrolls. "Uncle?"

The door clicks shut behind him and smooths away into flat wall.

Zuko blinks.

"Oh. Well, I guess it's okay to take a break."

He's never sounded that chipper before. Ever.

princeinexile

Zuko is not tiny; no, he is not youthful -- he's still an awkward, confused teeanger with awkward, confused feelings and... well, you get the idea. Currently, he has a table, a plate of food, and a return of a familiar volume: The Count of Monte Cristo.

Yes, it's one of those days where he wants something comforting; the food is very, very Fire Nation (laden with fish and spice and veggies) and ...well, the greatest revenge story of all time.

Sometimes, he looks up at where the door should be-- and perhaps, for him, is?-- and then back at his book.

Moody rating: we've reached 11.

princeinexile

There is a problem with being a plushie.

Okay, there are about a thousand problems with it, but Zuko's is currently large and hairy.

No, not his uncle.

See, he had two big dogs. The big dogs smelled the little plushie Zuko. They, you see, missed their daddy. But they didn't quite grasp that, when they got let into the suite, that the little plush Zuko in his very big empty bed was really Zuko. THey just thought it was like Zuko's little yarn turtleduck -- which got snuffled and occasionally taken off with to lay on.

So, next thing you know, Zuko was gone from the suite. He was slobbered on, chewed a little, and now he rests face down under one of Gifr's massive paws over by the fire place as the dog snores loudly. Gheri waits his turn patiently next to the other dog, whing once or twice.

Not sure he wants to be rescued, Zuko endures. He may die from the humilation as it is, so, really.... why further it by calling attention to himself?

atanycost.livejournal.com

[Elsewhere, before Milliways: Jet and company set sail! -- or at least, leave the past behind and move forward with hope for a new beigninng...]

The station at Ba Sing Se is PACKED with people. There are, without a doubt, twelve avatar impersonators, a couple of Katara's (not a single Sokka; not that he cares, but it makes Jet feel a little better) and... well, the hungry, unwashed masses of Ba Sing Se's refugees.

His papers are old, rumpled -- they came off a corpse, but that doesn't matter. The dead guy didn't need them anymore, and he and his friends did. They buried the guy! So, you know, it was payment for the sweat and the dirt. But it gets them ushered into the waiting area for the next ferry.

With their scant money, he heads into a store, looking over the few coppers, and --

-- wait. Was that a rat?

Jet stops and blinks, staring at the place that stretches out before him. This...

...this is not the last stop cafe, last he saw. What the hell, man?

"...yeah, so, I know we're diverse and all, but I'm pretty sure we're not this diverse..."

princeinexile

If you didn't think Zuko could get anymore grumpy, think again.

It's been a long couple of weeks; his temper is short and his plans are-- well, not plans at all. More like seeds, hopes, dreams-- something he wants to do, but has no idea how to accomplish. How does he regroup and regain himself in Ba Sing Se? How does he gain resources? How does he prevent himself from simply wasting away as a peasant tea-slinging refugee instead of going home with honor?

How does it make it all work?

From the fact that he just pitched a scroll at the fire place and dropped back against the couch, covering his face with his hands, Zuko has no idea how he's going to do anything anymore. The fire leaps and crackles wildly, his rage fueling the flames.

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.

allican-do.livejournal.com

Katara has Plans. They're very involved, very precise, very thoughtful plans! Kinda! And these plans all center around one basic idea: she can't stop training, not even in Milliways.

So there is a girl out in the snow, near the lake, in a blue leather parka, doing what looks remarkably similar to Tai Chi, and making water dance while she does it.

The dancing isn't part of the Plans, but it's awfully pretty.

princeinexile

[OOM: Zuko's studies advance, but not where he wants them to be. Afterwards, the pair travel, utilizing old friends with pai sho talents to get into a place that Iroh once would consider his crowning victory-- and became his felling defeat. Here, Zuko watches Iroh settle in and find a sort of happiness but does not find the same.]

"Uncle," says the boy coming through the door, "That's just it. Public. Public bath! That's disgusting, uncle! I don't want to bathe with -- refu--"

The noise on the other side of the door is not a bunch of dirty refugees bathing. It's a bar. Zuko has stopped beyond the door, hearing with something like horror on his face, the click of the door and it's vanishing. He is left standing with a towel over one arm. A towel that's not covering enough.

"Oh for fuck's sake, Bar!"

The towel? Swiftly unfolded and put 'round his waist. Oh, if there were ever a time he wishes he were the Avatar this'd be it. He'd fly away and pretend this hadn't happened. As it is, he tries to scout the clearest path to the stairs, holding that towel tight around his waist with one hand.

princeinexile

Since the mun feels like shit, so does the character. Yay for passing it on!

Oh wait, no, Zuko's been sick for days now, hasn't he? It's hardly new for him to look a little off. Right now, he's curled up on the couch, looking like death warmed over-- pale, grumpy, and frustrated. This is doing nothing for his energy balance-- shifting him sharply toward yin-- and for keeping the Wolf at bay.

Approach, and you may get growled at. Unless you don't suck -- and maybe then he'll deal.

forbiddensailor.livejournal.com

She comes in, pushing the front door open slowly, closing it behind her as firmly as she can.

She's in the sudden mood for a hamburger after school. She came straight here from elementary school and is still wearing her black top and pleated skirt, and black tights, since it's cold out now.

Every kid has to have a refuge that their parents know nothing about. She hops up onto a table and flags down a waitrat cheerfully.

"A hamburger with lettuce and relish," she smiles.

Current Mood: satisfied

seeswithherfeet.livejournal.com

It has come to Toph's attention that today is a special day in some worlds that people celebrate by eating things.

Well, there's probably more to it, but she kind of lost interest after that part.

In any case, it's a holiday she can really get behind. She sits at a table with several heaping plates of turkey, mashed potatoes, corn, and other Thanksgiving foods in front of her. Without so much as a pause she begins to dig in, tearing the meat apart with her hands and stuffing it into her mouth. Utensils are for the weak.

She might share if you ask nicely.

seeswithherfeet.livejournal.com

Toph sits at a table, but for some reason, her glass of tea is sitting on another table across the room. There's nothing unusual about her except that her right hand seems to be covered by a glove made out of rock.

She suddenly shoves her hand forward and the rock glove shoots off and sails toward the glass of tea. She carefully manipulates the glove so that the open palm faces the cup. Almost... Almost...

The glove smashes into the teacup and shatters it.

Toph throws her head back and lets out a frustrated groan. Those Dai Li creeps made it seem so easy.

Oh well, time to get a new glass.

akai-suna.livejournal.com

Gaara is no longer dressed as a Power Ranger, and so now his brooding expression is quite obvious. And if anything, the costume change has only made him more confused.

He's sitting in the corner, all but surrounded by his sand. The hand seal for genjutsu dispelling is up, and anyone who can notice that sort of thing will feel huge amounts of chakra coming off him.

He's trying really, really hard to dispel this illusion. It doesn't seem to be working.

blindbandit.livejournal.com

Toph sits in a booth with a mug full of a black liquid in front of her. Lots of people were ordering this "coffee" drink, so she figures that she'll give it a try. Tons of people can't be wrong, right?

She lifts the mug to her lips and takes a gulp. Her nose wrinkles up and her face contorts into a look of pure disgust before she spews the coffee all over the table. "How can people drink this sludge?" she shouts, gagging slightly.

Without warning she throws the mug--still half full of rather warm coffee--over her shoulder. She proceeds to spit and wipe her tongue with a napkin in an attempt to rid her mouth of the foul taste. Maybe she'll stick to tea next time.

ghostwitch.livejournal.com

There's a once-dead Airbender sitting near the fireplace, partaking of a meal of steamed rice and herbal tea. She attempted to wash her clothes in the bathtub after she got up this morning, so they look a little cleaner than they did last night (but not by much).

Right now she's just people-watching while trying to plot out her next move. Feel free to stop by and converse with her; she won't mind.

blindbandit.livejournal.com

Okay, either this isn't the bathroom or the entirety of Ba Sing Se shares the same facility.

A very short, barefoot girl stands in the bar with her arms crossed. She doesn't look around. She remains motionless for a few seconds, taking in all the sounds of this new place, and then begins to walk around. She weaves around people and objects, each time not bothering to give a second glance.

"Great," Toph mutters to herself. "I try to find the bathroom and I end up... wherever this is. Sokka'll never let me hear the end of it."