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

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.]