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[alwayscomeback]

Who: Sokka and you?
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Marsiva
When: Mid afternoon, 28th!

[Sokka has been through quite a few perturbing experiences in his short life. These experience doubled exponentially after meeting Aang, which he suspected was just part and parcel of being Team Avatar. Past Avatar friends probably had to deal with giant sea serpents, people who could blow you up with their mind, and worst of all hippies. Waking up in space is definitely up there in his 'perturbing experiences' list. It's a solid second, right between the hippies and the creepy ghost swamp.

The last thing he remembers is falling off the airship with Toph. He'd managed to keep hold of her, keep her from falling to a grizzly death, and lost his boomerang and sword in the process. Then the army aboard the ship had surrounded them and then....what? He frowns, glancing down at the broken leg that's no longer broken, and then around him at these exceptionally strange surroundings. Almost nothing here rings even a touch of familiarity to him, as he carefully walks around, wishing he'd had the presence of mind to take more than two weapons on board a war ship with him.

There's only one explanation he can come to, only one that makes absolute sense. His communicator buzzes, alive and unnoticed in a corner, recording him as he looks skyward, raising his hands up.]

Okay, I get that I'm probably dead and you guys have got a lot of crazy spirit world shenanigans to get up to, but I'm kind of in the middle of saving the world so if we could reschedule that'd be great.

[He pauses, waiting for a reply. He has to admit, this isn't like the hazy memories of the last time he was dragged into the spirit world, and panic is starting to creep into his tone.]

This isn't about what happened with the owl is it? Because he started it. You ask anyone and they'll back me up! Hello?

[At even more silence, he throws himself into full on panic mode.]

PLEASE DON'T KEEP ME HERE, I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT BATHROOMS AGAIN!!!!!!!!

Comments

[alwayscomeback]

I do, because that's what it is.

So you just don't read anything at all?

[wilder]

Hmm, if you say so!

[Not gonna stop you from entertaining him by doing stupid shit!]

I didn't say that. People use books, notebooks - or communicators like I'm using right now.

[alwayscomeback]

You mean like tomes?

[They were in the spirit library.]

[wilder]

Sure...though tomes tend to be saved for the more scholarly or magical stuff.

You know, since they're kinda heavy.

[alwayscomeback]

Tell me about it, trying to drag them around took forever.

So what, information is on these little...computer things? [He says the word carefully, his brain know what it means, but his tongue has no idea how the word is pronounced.] So I need to find more of those.

[wilder]

Yeah, that's right. There should be files on them giving you information about this place.

[alwayscomeback]

And no one's figured a way out yet? With the information so easy to get to?

[Judgemental? A little.]

[wilder]

Ah, if I had a gald every time I heard that tone from a newbie...!

[alwayscomeback]

I have no idea what a gald is, but from your tone, I'm guessing money. And it's a good question, why not find a way out?

[wilder]

Yeah, it's money.

And finding a way out would be great. Buuut considering none of us have anything that'd let us travel across space, time and dimensions quickly - it really makes that whole idea difficult.

[alwayscomeback]

Eh, I can deal with difficult. I eat difficult for breakfast, on toast.

[wilder]

So...you eat Vegemite?

[Worst part of visiting Australia tbh]

[alwayscomeback]

...

I have no idea what that is.

[wilder]

It's this thing that this one group of people eat off toasts.

It's scrapped off the bottom of beer barrels.

[alwayscomeback]

Ewww. Who would even eat that except really desperate drunk people?

[wilder]

[A shrug] Australians, I think.

[Not that he cares that much, he may have mostly just said that to get you off your high horse of finding a way out]

Then again, the food in the ships isn't much better.

[alwayscomeback]

Are they like nomads?

[Nomads would probably eat weird, gross stuff. Then sing a song about it.]

How bad are we talking here? Are we talking about gross bits you can just scrape off and the rest is good or are we talking about completely covered in gross?

[wilder]

No, I don't think so. They live in Australia.

[Wow I'm sure Aang would take a lot of offense to that Sokka]

More like completely fake food. It's normal form is cubed.

[alwayscomeback]

I don't know where that is. I've never seen it on any map.

[And he would have, he's read maps until he's sure his eyes would drop out. And Aang is weird, he does weird stuff.]

How are we supposed to live off fake food? I can eat...square fake food. I need real food! Stuff that was kicking and fighting like, a couple hours before.

[wilder]

That's probably because it's not on your planet.

[Or your maps just suck, whatever]

I hear it's perfectly nutritious, but sorry. Definitely never was alive. [At least, he hopes not] But sometimes hear rats in the ventilation systems, if you really need fresh kills.

[alwayscomeback]

[The maps totally suck.]

...Rats. Are they regular rats? [He sounds like he's seriously contemplating this.]

[wilder]

....

The scary part is, you're completely serious about this.

[alwayscomeback]

I've eaten weirder stuff before.

[Actually what was that Katara said about putting strange things in his mouth? He forgets. It's probably not important.]

[wilder]

...You know what?

I don't wanna know.

[alwayscomeback]

That's a wise decision.

I'm Sokka.