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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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!]