driftfleet | 008 [Video]

Who: Sokka and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Blue Fish
When: Not too long after the shuffle

[When Sokka turns on the feed he looks a mixture of annoyed and miserable. It's hard to tell, but if you squint, it seems annoyance is winning out. He is SO DONE right now. There is a strange looking bird perched on the back of his captain's chair, which seems disinterested in everything. He also appears to be eating some weird goop out of a bowl? Maybe it's ice cream?

(Spoilers: it's not ice cream)]

So for those of you keeping track, my world still seems the favourite for Most People Leaving In The Shortest Time Possible award. Both Zuko and Toph have gone. I even checked to see if Zuko was off emo-ing somewhere, but nope, he's gone.

[He waves his spoon at the screen and some of the greeny-goop drops from it with a wet splot. Sokka doesn't care, though. He's going into Rant Mode.]

As you can see, though, I'm still here! YEP. I don't go anywhere. I'm stuck here, forever. Nooooo going home for me. Nope. But hey, there's a girl from the future who's the reincarnation of my someday-dead friend, so wooooooooooo, I'm not completely alone. That's swell. Isn't that swell?

[That might be a bitter and slightly crazy laugh as he slouches back into his captain's chair, swinging it back and forth a little. Hawky screeches and flaps his wings a little, trying to regain some balance. Sokka reaches up to absently pat his little hawk head.]

Now all I need is Azula coming back and it'll be the best month ever.

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That's good. [About the crew anyway.]

Meteorite, huh? We are in space. Have you found any similar raw material?

Yeah, a friend of mine managed to craft a new one for me. It's not quite the same, it doesn't have the memories the one back home holds for me. But it works, as swords go.

I know the feeling. I did the same thing with my weapon of choice here. [Not that she has particularly fond memories of clawing people open or anything, but training with Logan? That part was special.]

You just gotta work with that you can right? What's yours?

[She adjusts the angle of the feed and holds a hand up. There's a silver metal gauntlet wrapped around her forearm that looks like it might be a guard or even a chunky bracelet that got out of hand, but a moment later there is an audible "SNIKT" sound and up pop three sharp blades.] Claws.

[That gets a lot, appreciative whistle.]

Oooooooh those are amazing! What're they made of? Metal, obviously, but that looks nothing like what I've seen before. Are they retractable? How do they fold in on themselves? What's the trigger mechanism?

[And now she can get All The Questions. ]

You are just full of the questions. [Which she can't really blame him for. She is too even if she holds herself a bit more in check most of the time.]

A dense metal from a scrap yard on the moon. They had a lot. The tricky part was purifying it of the toxins that leeched in since I don't want my arms to fall off.

They are retractable. No offense, but if extending them was a one-time trick I probably wouldn't have done it just for you. And I'm not sure if I want to be giving out full details on them. [Proprietary to the X-Men!]

What can I say? I have a natural curiosity.

...You're serious. A scrap yard. On the moon. Doesn't seem the place for a scrapyard.

[He sounds a little touchy. Who even gets touchy about moons? ]

Huh, and none taken. That's really cool, though. Even if they're all secretive.

Um, yes? Is that strange? They had vehicles. They tend to breed scrapyards. [Wow, if you love the moon this much you should marry it.]

Oh the moon? How did they even breathe there?

And they should have cleaned her up first, Leaving stuff there is just rude.

[HE WOULD HAVE UNTIL SHE CAME DOWN WITH A CASE OF THE DEAD. RUDE, KITTY. B| ]

Are you asking how the cars breathe? [He must mean the people, right?] Her?

[Well, Kitty was also about to die at home so... So, okay, it's still rude.]

No, the people driving the cars. Cars don't breathe.

...Unless they do where you come from. Weird.

[Speaking of weird... ]

The moon spirit in my world is a girl I knew. Like...she was an actual person. And now she's the moon.

No breathing cars that I know of. [Though she wouldn't put it past Apocalypse's scientist minions to create some kind of bio-car out of people. He made an army of cyborgs, brainwashed into service. Best not to go there. Keep some of the horrors of her world to herself.]

Oh... [Sounds complicated. She's used to complicated.]

No wonder you'd be protective then. She's a friend?

That's comforting. I can live in a world without breathing cars.

Yeah. She was my first girlfriend. She meant a lot to me. Still does.

[And then she died :)]

I'm sorry. [Relationships can end a lot of ways. You never see the moon thing coming.] That's rough. [Buddy.]

And now that I've contacted to make you think of even more people you're missing when the whole point of the broadcasting about losing people I think my work here is done. [This is something like an apology. Did it feel like one?]

[That get's a soft 'heh' out of him. ] That's what one of my friends said, too.

Don't worry about it. I totally brought it onto myself.

[Eh, he'll take it as one. ]

Well, sometimes it helps to wallow for awhile before finding the good again anyway. [Feel the feelings instead of trying to bury them.]

That's what I hear. But I'm a grade A worry burier.

Let me know how that works out for you in a few years. [But she hopes it works out fine even if she's being a little smugly challenging.]

I'll send you a message once it turns into an actual mountain and I don't know how to deal with it any more.

Perfect. I can't wait. [Or he could just be okay instead. That would be fine too. Not rooting for it!]