006 - Rip Van Sokka

[alwayscomeback]

Who: Sokka and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Blue Fish
When: Right now!

[Sokka has finally awoken from cryosleep. He looks a little older (which, of course, he is, he's a whole 19 years now) and his hair is in disarray, but awake he is. His communicator catches him sitting upright, blinking confusedly around him as he tries to sort through three years worth of memories and try to work out where the hell he is.

After a few moments, the pieces fall into place, and he lets out a low groan, flopping back on his bed.]

Ugh. I thought I was done with this place.

[Then, he gets up, reluctantly, ties his hair back up in a pony tail, and heads up the hatch and out into the Blue Fish himself. It's like going back to a dream. Or maybe a nightmare. The familiarity is fuzzy and off, but it's slowly creeping back to him. ]

Comments

MINGLE YOUR HEARTS OUT

[bolder]

(A) - Main Hall
[The newest addition to the hatches leading to private quarters is one entirely covered by this design. Unlike the others, it's carved or etched into the metal with no paint present. Perhaps it's done my some fine artisan or a craftsman with years of experience patiently perfecting his trade--

Or a fourteen year old blind girl who never wears shoes. The hatch opens and said girl climbs up the ladder, and with a flick of her wrist, the hatch closes again. She stretches and groans, shaking out a leg.]

Ugh, its way too cramped down there!

(B) - Food Things
Seriously? [Toph's standing in the kitchen area, facing the general direction of the appliances with a scowl on her face. She's been like this for a couple minutes, not really into the idea of chancing any of them on her own. Who knows if she'd blow a hole in the side of the ship?]

They make it so I can pilot but not get my own food? That makes total sense!

it was so hard to decide between these two but: (A)!

[forcemageure]

[ Hawke had heard vague 'a pilot!' chatter earlier, which excited him to no end because to date the Blue Fish has had a pilot for exactly the duration it ...didn't need one. Not that he didn't have a grand old time whanging (the technical term) space debris into vapor, but still!

Anyway, this has nothing to do with why he's in the hall, but he can put climbing out of the hatches and two together to total 'new crew member.' Whose door is amazing. ]

And we're the lucky ones, having our own rooms and all. [ Hello! Have a psuedo-English fantasy medieval accent. ]

What's on your door, exactly? Besides something you either never want to meet in the dark. [ A pause. ] Or do, if you're making it your mighty steed.

[ Seriously. Especially the second one. ]

AAAAhhh yeah

[bolder]

[Toph doesn't turn to face him just yet, snorting loudly at his statement.] Yeah, says who?

[A little more stretching, followed by a laugh at his question.] It's a flying boar, the symbol of the Beifong family! My family, obviously. Name's Toph.

[Now she turns to face him, not looking directly at him, but in his... general direction.]

perfection.

[forcemageure]

[ That gives Hawke slight pause for consideration, for ...several reasons. The first is that he does realize the attribute Toph possesses that might make someone else back up a bit and go '....pilot????' but please, if Hawke did only the things people thought he could do, he'd never have gotten anything done for the last ten years.

Secondly, aloud: ]

You know, I suppose I could have put the Hawke crest on my door - there's an e on the end, that's how you tell it's a family name and not an affectation - but I chose a dragon. In retrospect--mm, no, in retrospect I'd have done the same thing. Nice to meet you.

[ In retrospect: dragons. Superior to all other creatures, including hawk(e)s. ]

[bolder]

[Toph simply 'stares' at him as the talks, raising one eyebrow when he's done.] Anyone ever tell you that you talk a lot? Because you do.

Also, clean up after yourself.

[She makes a come hither motion with her hand, and his own hatch closes with a loud CLANG, before she turns and starts to walk. Honestly, if he wants to keep talking, he'd better follow.]

[forcemageure]

[ Hawke's only familiarity with bending so far being what Sokka has mentioned, he just parses that as magic, which is what bangs the hatch right open again. ]

If the cats get shut in my room I'll be cleaning up a lot more and less pleasant, in fact.

[ He's not actually invested enough in the conversation to follow, alas. ]

[bolder]

Cats on a spaceship...

[She turns only for him to see the 'eugh' face she makes at that, then promptly begins making her way towards the kitchen area.]

[forcemageure]

[ Lo, as if summoned - which is probably exactly the case - one of said cats sticks a perfectly round head over the lip of the hatch and lands neatly on the floor, trundling up to shove his insistent body between Toph's ankles.

Well??? He's there. Pet him. ]

[bolder]

[Toph immediately freezes up when she feels the cat bound in her direction, making a sort of face when it gets in her personal space like that. After a moment, she sighs and crouches down, petting him. Some things even the great Toph Beifong is not immune to.]

[forcemageure]

[ No one is immune to the perfect circumference of cheek-fluff, which can certainly be felt, if not seen. ]

That's Alicia.

[ Hawke informs her, amusement brightening his voice. ]

The cats more or less run the ship. Don't tell Sokka I said so.

[bolder]

Strange name. [Coming from her. More petting of the cat.] You tell him you said so. It'd be funny.

[forcemageure]

You know, I might just do that.

[ And he does, too! In the nebulous future. ]

Is it? I wouldn't know, I only inherited them. They're the ship's cats, more or less. The other one's called Slay. Just as friendly, a little more likely to bite your feet.

[bolder]

I dare him to try. [Glare face.] He won't like what happens.

[.... while still petting Alicia.]

[forcemageure]

Oh?

[ Do tell! Can it be worse than Sokka's steadily more desperate desire for meat? ]

[bolder]

Yes.

[Really, that's all he's getting.]

B

[savedtheworld]

Hi Toph! [He just pops up in the doorway and greats her with a friendly wave. He's all too pleased to be near his friend again.]

[bolder]

[Aang is met with a dramatic point.] Twinkle toes, come help me get something to eat!

[Pause.] And yeah, hi.

[savedtheworld]

Of course I'll help you! [He scoots on over.]

How are you liking the ship so far?

[bolder]

It's both good and bad. I can pretty much tell where everyone is all the time, and I'm not sure I want that knowledge.

[She points to a... random thing.] I have no idea what any of this is, so can you just get me something quick and filling?

[savedtheworld]

It makes it easy to check up on us at least!

Um... sure! [And so he prepares one of his favorite Atroma protein 'recipes'.] One banana treat, coming up!

[bolder]

I can't babysit you guys all the time! [Dramatic sigh.]

That sounds pretty vague, but all right. I'll give it a try.

[savedtheworld]

Don't worry, we can take care of ourselves.

And trust me - the surprise should make it even better!

[He may not be a cook, but he follows the Atroma-suggested recipe and hands the treat to Toph after it's chilled. Taste-wise, it consists of "Cinnamon and banana gel on vanilla solid, chilled".]

Here you go, Toph!

[bolder]

Yeah, yeah. [She waves it off and takes the... food thing. A sniff and tentative bite later, she's wolfing it down, barely speaking legibly between bites.]

Okay, you're right, this is amazing.

[savedtheworld]

I'm glad that you like it! Is it banana-y enough?

[bolder]

Actually, yeah. I'll have you whip up something else soon, Twinkle toes. You've got decent taste. [More eating!]