driftfleet | Rip-Van-Sokka II: Electric Boogaloo

Who: Sokka and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Blue Fish
When: Today!

[Sokka's been asleep for about two weeks, and he's certainly been busy in his dreaming state. When he wakes up and finds himself in his own captain bed, there's a brief moment of confusion. He'd only just been home, having a delicious meal, knowing his life, his Tribe faced an uncertain future. And now he's...on the Blue Fish. The name comes back to him with the low hum of the engine. Well, at least he knew what he was getting here, mostly.

He'll be getting up and exploring around, please feed him. He had the BEST food memory-dream.

And later, once he's learned a little more from his crew of the events he's missed, he turns on the network.]

So apparently, Atroma decided to let me sleep though us finally getting any kind of answers. Because that's funny. I'm laughing. I need details, guys, anything you can give me that you found out. Doesn't matter if I've heard it before, different perspectives are important.

[That's his latest Life Lesson He Learned. Yay.]

...And I'm sorry. For people who lost people. Seems there was a lot of that while I was asleep.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[He's almost impressed by how fast Sokka's going through that food, but not quite. He's used to it by now. The fact they can carry on a conversation is what's impressive.]

I spent a few months in Northrend and it was horrid. It was warm enough for grass and trees outside of Dalaran, but everywhere else was just-- ugh. [He shivers, remembering.] It got so cold that water would freeze before it hit the ground. It made cooking impossible.

[One day, everyone in the Fleet will be aware of Sokka's eating habits, and then he will pass into legend. He hopes for that glorious day. ]

Hah, Zuko always hated the cold, too. Fire Nation, y'see. They're used to it being really warm all the time.

[He swallows some more food and grins. ]

There's always a knack to it, even when it gets that cold. Like you use saltwater instead of regular water, it freezes way slower.

But what about milk? Or making tea? You can't drink saltwater-- that's just asking for trouble.

[He's never met Zuko, but he kind of agrees with him, tbh.]

It isn't too warm or too cold in Quel'thalas, but we do have a sort of... eternal springtime. Magic, you see. Mages wear robes, not furs.

We usually filter it out. Or just gather snow and melt that. And we don't really...do a lot with milk, sorry, so no tea.

[It's how he knows Iroh will never visit. ]

Robes. So like the Earth Kingdom, a little. Though I guess they do wear pants too? And eternal Springtime? How about crops? Do you have any trouble with it being the same season all the time?

I suppose melting snow is probably the best option. [He looks downright sad at the mention of no tea.]

Well, yes, I always wear pants beneath my robes. How else are we to run?

[Sokka asks an interesting question, though. It's one that Belth, too, had asked when he was first learning about the country he lived in.]

Blood elves lean on magic for everything. I've never seen a fallow field, only the growing and the harvest... With temperate weather and ample nutrients, I imagine there isn't much problem with that.

[He curls a bit of dark hair around his finger.] But my country has other problems. We have to deal with the lingering demonic taint and disease scarring the land, and of course, everything else that is drawn to a well of power.

[Oh, he can tell, he can. ]

I dunno, man. Maybe it's tradition, not to have pants? Maybe some mages don't...do the pants thing.

[He has no idea what he's talking about, stop him. ]

Huh, so it's all done with magic. Weird, but I guess that's just normal for you.

...Ohhhhh, so like a place where the line between the spirit world and the real world is weak where I'm from. Or if people do something to annoy a spirit, then they wreak havoc on a place.

[He really doesn't. Belth looks a little amused.]

No, Sokka-- they definitely do. It gets breezy down there.

[He nods at the observation.] Elves depend on magic a lot. It runs through our veins, so of course we feel like it should run through everything else we do. As I have learned, blood elf culture is very much one of excess.

[One glance at the nobility would tell anyone that.]

A little bit like that, but these spirits can't be appeased. They have to be cleansed... if not with fire, then holy magic.

I'll...take your word on the breeziness. Huh how about that. I guess that makes sense.

[...Welp. ]

Okay, if Aang ever comes back you have to promise me that you will never, ever tell him that. Because he will freak out and you'll be on the business end of a rant and then I'll have to deal with him angsting about it for like...three months. Neither of us want that, buddy, trust me, we don't.

Rip-Van-Sokka II: Electric Boogaloo

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;