Katie McCoy (
hollystrike) wrote in
driftfleet2018-04-06 05:26 pm
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Tha sin mar bhàs.
Who: Katie and you!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Planetside
When: Now-ish
[Amusement Park]
[So this is where she goes when she wants time to think, apparently. The bunker is a place she won't enter; between the heavy aftermath of a mass death and the understandably stricken reactions of its visitors, the atmosphere is far too toxic. But it doesn't mean she isn't grieving. The deaths could not be helped and are god knows how far in the past, but the fact that these people have been forgotten - not acknowledged even by this automated town, let alone the rest of space - is something that sits very poorly. She can't even change anything about the town to reflect its population's final days.
She's walking the rollercoaster tracks, very high up, thinking over the issue. Don't ask how she got up that high. And don't worry if you should be using the rollercoaster at the time; she can avoid you. Might give you a bit of a scare, though, sorry.
Eventually, she puts a call through to Sam.]
[Outside of town]
[As far as she can go before she suspects (or hopes) she's outside the range of the city's replication science so her work isn't scrubbed. She's not too far from the bunker; it would be pointless if she were too far away from it.
She finds a rock face smooth enough, and between a thick blade and Kirito's lightsaber she carves a memorial. Maybe nobody will ever see it, but if any other visitors come to this place, they should know what happened. It's worth the extra headache.]
[And Broadcast]
I've decided to quit making dreamcatchers and move on to voodoo dolls instead. It's more fun. So if you'd like to take one before I end up throwing them all out, feel free.
[Just so you know. Totally honest, as usual. Less cheerful than normal.
If anyone wants her she'll be curled up in her office with Licorice on her lap. She's so tired of these planets.]
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Planetside
When: Now-ish
[Amusement Park]
[So this is where she goes when she wants time to think, apparently. The bunker is a place she won't enter; between the heavy aftermath of a mass death and the understandably stricken reactions of its visitors, the atmosphere is far too toxic. But it doesn't mean she isn't grieving. The deaths could not be helped and are god knows how far in the past, but the fact that these people have been forgotten - not acknowledged even by this automated town, let alone the rest of space - is something that sits very poorly. She can't even change anything about the town to reflect its population's final days.
She's walking the rollercoaster tracks, very high up, thinking over the issue. Don't ask how she got up that high. And don't worry if you should be using the rollercoaster at the time; she can avoid you. Might give you a bit of a scare, though, sorry.
Eventually, she puts a call through to Sam.]
[Outside of town]
[As far as she can go before she suspects (or hopes) she's outside the range of the city's replication science so her work isn't scrubbed. She's not too far from the bunker; it would be pointless if she were too far away from it.
She finds a rock face smooth enough, and between a thick blade and Kirito's lightsaber she carves a memorial. Maybe nobody will ever see it, but if any other visitors come to this place, they should know what happened. It's worth the extra headache.]
[And Broadcast]
I've decided to quit making dreamcatchers and move on to voodoo dolls instead. It's more fun. So if you'd like to take one before I end up throwing them all out, feel free.
[Just so you know. Totally honest, as usual. Less cheerful than normal.
If anyone wants her she'll be curled up in her office with Licorice on her lap. She's so tired of these planets.]

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But things are getting better. Slowly.
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[But she smiles, a little gently. Because well. Sokka might actually take her seriously without it.]
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Sorry to disappoint you. The Water Tribes are plucky like that. Adaptable.
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[And that reference just sailed over his head. ]
Why would I be famous?
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All of them?
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The Fire Nation knew the next Avatar was going to be an Air Nomad- they get born in a cycle, you see. They also knew the Avatar would be able to stop the rise to power- for the Fire Lord of the time ordered them to be exterminated. All of them. To try and prevent another Avatar from being reincarnated.
Aang got away from it because of...well, it's complicated, but he managed to freeze himself, and didn't resurface until me and Katara found him a hundred years later.
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Well, your world sounds charming.]
That's a lot of pressure on one man's shoulders.
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Hmmm, which is why he ran away in the first place. He struggled with it a lot, even with us at his back, because ultimately, stopping the Fire Lord was still on him, and him alone. I wouldn't want to be in his position, having the whole world looking to you for answers.
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...But he dances weird.
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And yeah, especially when they're technically only 12 years old. He deserves to be a kid.
[Sokka says that as if HIS childhood wasn't ripped from him too, but he's made his peace with it. All grown up now anyway. ]
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He's twelve?
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[Sometimes, it was easy to forget how YOUNG Aang was- how young they all were, but Aang especially. Having to deal with these life and death scenarios. It was a lot. ]
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[Because wow, um. As a kid she'd totally buy into the HECK YEAH, CHILD SAVES WORLD thing. But as an adult, she's just pissed.]
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You shouldn't tell me these sorts of things. How am I meant to keep thinking of you as annoying?
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You're right, that's really inconsiderate of me. Would it help if I listed some of the crappy things I've done to balance it out?
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You wound me, Katie. Actually wound me.
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[Innocently.]
Oh. Did I mention I met your sister?
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No, but she mentioned she'd met you.
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