Little Blue Fishies

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Who: Blue Fish and visitors!
Broadcast: MAYBE!
Action: The Blue Fish
When: All of November

[Do the mingling thing, peeps]

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Sokka - OTA

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One

[Sokka has been splitting his time between the Blue Fish and the planet. He's determined to find something useful in his fight against Atroma. Anything, really, to make him feel like he's made some kind of progress in two damn years. There's a temptation to go to the Marsiva, to see what the game room is all about, but he won't. That's where they want people to be, so obviously they're hiding something elsewhere.

As such, he can be found flciking through reams of paperwork, notes scribbled over his time in the Fleet- trying to find any kind of answer. He's muttering to himself. ]

Two

[When he's not obsessing over this, you can find him tinkering at the kitchen table. Hawky sits on a chair behind him, shifting his feet a little, clearly unimpressed with the proceedings. At some point, Sokka starts loading the contraption with protein gel, to which the bird squeaks unhappily. Sokka gives a dismissive wave of his hand. ]

Oh, come on, it'll be fine. I promise it won't explode this time. Relax.

One

[lightbends]

[Korra had decided to surprise Sokka with a visit from Naga and herself, hoping that might cheer up his obvious skepticism that was leading him to bury himself in paperwork. She hadn't seen the game room but she had gone for a run or two with Naga on the planet surface. When Korra eventually finds Sokka staring diligently at his work, she looks down at Naga, using one hand to signal that they should be quiet. Carefully, she tiptoes behind him, Naga moving equally quietly and haunched low to the ground. They were the picture of stealth.]

Hey, Sokka!

[Commence jumping in 3... 2...]

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[Sokka has been absolutely engrossed in his paperwork, not paying attention to anything around him. As such, when Korra appears behind him and speaks, he leaps about three foot in the air, letting out a not-very-warrioresque-at-all-screech.

He spins around wide eyed, before...]

Oh. It's you.

[He takes a deep breath, trying to regain some pride. ]

Why do you feel the need to do these things? I swear it's like you're two Tophs, all in one.

[lightbends]

Who else would it be?

[Sorry Sokka, still laughing at you.]

Two? You should see her as a cranky old lady - she's not nearly as fun.

[Pulling a face just thinking about it.... :|]

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[Sokks gives a soft scoff, sweeping some imaginary lint off his shirt. ]

Really? Does she at least still make spiteful, sarcastic comments? She loves that.

Two

[goodandtrue]

That's not very comforting.

[She had managed to catch his statement as she entered the kitchen. Despite the looming possibility of something exploding, she went about her usual routine of preparing a cup of tea for herself and for Robb. He was off somewhere, but she'd manage to find him and bring him something warm to drink.]

How often do you have to make that promise?

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[He has to actually really consider that for a moment. ]

...More than ten, less than fifty times?

[SUPER comforting. He is the comfort master. ]

But I really mean it this time.

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And how many times have you actually made it explode?

[She might be just a bit worried. But only just a bit.]

What are you trying to do and is it possible not to blow up the ship?

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Willingly, or?

[Apparently that matters. ]

I'm trying to find a way to blend the proteins gels a little better, and it won't blow up the whole ship.

...Maybe just like...the table.

Two

[save_the_souls]

[Allen is in the doorway, sharing the same concerns as Hawky honestly]

What are you doing now?

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[Rude, Allen. R.U.D.E. ]

I'm improving the kitchen.

[save_the_souls]

...How?

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I thought if we put the paste into this machine, right? It could mix pastes together and then spread them on toast.

[Please stop him, he hasn't slept in like a week. ]

Two

[dancingmd]

[Meanwhile, Beverly is off to the other side busy working on the synthehol production. By now she's gotten the process down smoothly and doesn't have to pay as much attention to it, so she's able to keep an eye on Sokka's doings as well. For the life of her, she can't figure out what he's trying to make or why it involves protein gel.

She turns and raises an eyebrow at his words.]

This time? What happened before?

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[Look. Look. It's important science, okay? ]

...I might have set fire to the table a tiny little bit.

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[She sighs with exasperation.]


Sokka.

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Only a little bit. You can hardly notice it.

[Yeah. You can notice it. ]

Besides, i know it won't explode this time. I fixed it.

Jeyne Westerling | OTA - Visiting

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[It was becoming a routine to shift between the Golden and the Blue Fish. Early mornings and nights were spent on her husband's ship, while most of the day was spent on her own, carrying out her duties and responsibilities. However, it was not uncommon for her to find her way back to the Blue Fish when there was a lull during the day.

She can often be found exploring the halls and getting a feel for the ship. More often than not, she is in the kitchen practicing how to cook. There has been mild improvement, her food doesn't turn out raw anymore. Yet it's still a hurdle to try and keep it from being burnt.

Every time her latest attempt begins to smoke, she'll mutter an oath beneath her breath and smack the machine in contempt.] Seven hells! Why won't you work?!

[She can at least make tea and offers to do so to anyone who enters the kitchens, excited for the chance to create something that doesn't taste awful.]

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[Allen's seen this girl in the halls as she wanders around or goes to visit Robb, but he's never had a chance to talk to her. Nor has he seen any additions to the crew's roster, so when he sees her practicing in their kitchen? He'll poke his head in with mild curiosity]

Something wrong?

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[She nearly drops her plate in surprise, looking up at Allen with a sheepish expression, as though she were an intruder...which she sort of is.]

No matter how many times I am shown how to work these machines, I still manage to forget.

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[He smiles politely at that. Because hey, he has manners]

Ah, I see.

I understand. It takes time to get used to them. Would you like help?

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I would love that, thank you. Maybe this time it will stick in my head?

I'm Jeyne.

[dancingmd]

[If you're making coffee or tea, Beverly will undoubtedly find her way to you.

... though that burnt smell might be drawing her as well. She enters the kitchen looking a little alarmed at first, but her expression soon relaxes when she sees nothing is actually on fire. But... who is this? Her brow furrows.]

Do you need some help?

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[She was still trying to memorize the different faces on board the ship, as well as learn the names. As much time as Jeyne spent on the Blue Fish, she still felt somewhat like an outsider.

She smiled sheepishly at the woman, nearly dropping her plate as the heat burned her fingers.]

I think I'm a bit beyond help now. This is my third attempt.

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[Beverly's eyes zero in on that plate drop. She steps closer, holding her hands out. Her tone is gentle but insistent.]

Let me see your hands. Did you burn yourself?