Date a Sokka! Open!

[spacebro]

Who: Mon-El, Sokka, and YOU!
Broadcast: OPEN!
Action: Bar in Berrivalia on Selvin-9
When: Now!

[The feed comes on to reveal Mon-El’s face in the foreground as Sokka sits next to him ordering a drink from a bartender, seemingly unaware of his friend’s broadcast.]

Hello, fleet! This is my first official outing as a wingman, and I’m going to need your help. We need to find this handsome, water tribe captain a mate! [He says as he puts his arm around Sokka’s shoulders and brings him into the frame.]

[Sokka was reaching out for his beer, looking forward to a relaxing night out with his friend. Then, suddenly he was pulled away from his drink and brought in front of the feed. It takes him a few moments for realisation of what was actually happening to hit him. He blinks, then turns, wide eyed to stare at Mon-El.]

Wait. What. We're doing this now?. Like...right now?

[Mon-El shrugs him off.] Okay, ladies—or gentlemen maybe—in addition to be newly older and buffer Sokka can eat concerning amounts of meat in a single sitting, wield a sword, and recite poetry. [He drops his voice as if to speak directly to Sokka, but it’s still audible.] I added that last one to make you sound more romantic.

[This was not happening. This couldn't actually be happening to him. He had to be imagining it. He stares at the screen, giving a half-robotic wave of his hand, probably staring off into space a little bit.]

Wow. No one's ever managed to sum me up in so few words before. Gee. Thanks, buddy. [He lowers his voice to a gentle hiss, waving a hand at the screen.] You know you could have warned me, Dude. This is kinda weird. People are gonna think I'm weird. [He is weird]

You’re not weird. [Facing the screen again and sounding sincere.] He’s not weird. Blame any weird on me. Honestly, Sokka is a great guy and a good friend. I can’t tell you everything good about him because there’s a lot and I’m still learning about it, but part of the fun is finding those things out about each other. So no more spoilers. I really think anyone would be lucky to be with him or I wouldn’t be doing this.

So, what do you say? Does anyone want to meet Sokka?

[This is still weird and he's still not completely convinced he wants it to go this way. Or if he's even dealt with all the baggage that comes with moving on in the first place. But Mon-El's done it now, so he's going to have to let it roll the way it is. He lets out an awkward laugh]

Aww. That was almost sweet. You are good at this. [He offers an awkward smile to the screen.] I was kind of planning to do this like a regular person, but I'm not about to spoil his...efforts here. So I'm gonna go sit in that corner with my beer and hope the wall eat me alive, cool? Cool. [He's gonna...fingerguns at you all and try to slide off screen.]

(OOC: Sokka is blue. Mon-El is red. Both boys will reply to responses separately.)

Comments

[mikangirl]

Reciting poetry is a new one. Could we have an example?

[:D]

[alwayscomeback]

[Nami, you better be ready for his mad Haiku skills. ]

Of course, my dear friend
I can do this off the cuff
Gotta love haiku

[mikangirl]

[I have bad news for you, Sokka.]

What's haiku?

[Uncultured pirate swine.]

[alwayscomeback]

[Nami nooo.]

It's poetry. It's a special kind, actually. Your first line has five syllables, then the second has seven, and the third has five again so:

[He'll even count them off on his fingers for her, to demonstrate. ]

Five, seven, then five
Easy once you know the game
To make a haiku

See? Like that.

1/2

[mikangirl]

Oh, I see! [That's kind of fun.] So all you need to do is count out syllables and you can make pretty much anything into a haiku.

[mikangirl]

But if anyone can do it, it's not really a selling point for you, specifically. Maybe you should, I don't know, dress it up a little.

[alwayscomeback]

That's it!

...And yeah okay good point. But I didn't think the poetry thing would be used- Mon-El kind of guessed. He's magic like that.

[mikangirl]

Well, there's nothing wrong with poetry. But a girl's not gonna be impressed unless there's flattery involved.

[alwayscomeback]

Ohhhh, well that part's easy.

Hey, science buddy
You know, you're pretty damn rockin'
I like your new hair

Tadaaah.

[mikangirl]

[Applause! Gentle applause, but she definitely appreciates the effort.]

That's the stuff! So did you have your eye on anyone in particular or...? Because I guess you could practice making haiku about them.

[She'd totally agree to be your wingman. Though you have one of those already. Well...she'd probably be more subtle...?]

[alwayscomeback]

[He'll grin, giving a little bow. It's always nice when people appreciate his poetic efforts.]

Uh maybe. But I don't think she'll be swayed by poetry.

[Saying she's more subtle than Mon-El is like saying she's more subtle than a thrown housebrick. It ain't hard.]

[mikangirl]

[Nami is totally subtle. She once yelled at the top of her lungs "I'm spying!" in a public area.]

Oh, well. Toss the poetry out, then. What would she be swayed by?

[alwayscomeback]

[Wow. Queen of Subtlety, right there. ]

Battle, mostly? That's how her kind do the whole courtship thing. Fighting.

Private

[mikangirl]

[To be fair, she was eavesdropping via wire tap. They didn't hear her.

Also, check this subtlety right here-- making this a way less public conversation.]

...are you talking about Looma?

[spacebro]

I'm sure he'd be happy to comply. Like he was. [Since he did.]

[mikangirl]

So he did. Are you familiar with haiku?

[spacebro]

Is that a kind of sneeze?

[mikangirl]

[Snrk.] No. It's a kind of poem, apparently. I don't feel quite so ignorant now.

[spacebro]

Hey, you learn all the cultures of a new planet within a few months of living there and tell me how easy you think it is then.

[mikangirl]

That doesn't sound easy, that sounds impossible. Island cultures in an ocean is wide scale enough for me.

[All the cultures of a planet? Seriously?]

Besides, I just wanted to make sure that haiku weren't some all encompassing thing I'd somehow missed.

[spacebro]

We didn't have them on Daxam. I'm not sure about Earth.

[mikangirl]

Daxam's where you're from initially, huh? How big of an adjustment was Earth?

[spacebro]

Pretty big. I had to learn the language. At least the one they were speaking in National City. And I was also being hunted and suspected of trying to assassinate the president. Oh, and I had powers all of the sudden.

[mikangirl]

Is there a reason they thought you were assassinating the president?

[New powers ain't no big thing.]

[spacebro]

Probably because I was a Daxamite and I woke up from my coma about the same time she got attacked.

[Oh, really?]