Sokka the 24th - [Action]

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[Today Sokka has excused himself from work, because really, Edward is a frigging beast and he's not too happy about the new couch just yet, so hanging out here with nothing to do is kind of pointless. So today he's working hard on one of his other, more important projects. Namely, building a few more canoes, now that he's determined the prototype to be perfectly safe. So Sokka is over beside House 56 (facing House 57 and the road to the barracks), sawing the wood for the second canoe in his 'fleet'.

If you're one of the people who agreed to help him, feel free to already be there doing so. Or if you just happen to be out and about in this obscure part of Luceti, feel free to gawk.]

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[standsonhands.livejournal.com]

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[He doesn't notice her immediately, busy as he is with work. At least not until he hits his thumb with a hammer.]

OW! OW! Gaaaaah!

[standsonhands.livejournal.com]

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[What's this? He turns around and... oh. It's her.]

Your concern is touching.

[rebeloutcast.livejournal.com]

[Jet is partaking in one of his favorite hobbies - actually two. Stalking someone, and taking delight in Sokka looking like an idiot. Yeah, Sokka. That ain't no giant bird up on the roof.]

[markofthewise]

[You may call it being an idiot, Sokka calls it being productive. And right now he's not hitting his thumb with a hammer just yet. So how about those apples?]

[rebeloutcast.livejournal.com]

[Those apples are quite delicious he'll have you know - as he might've stolen a couple from your kitchen while no one was paying attention. And see now he's watching you hammer away. Too bad it's with a canoe and not something more, well, interesting. He's waiting for you to hurt yourself again, Sokka. The last five minutes were unfunny.]

[markofthewise]

[Oblivious as he is to your existence and working himself a little too hard, he starts to nod off as he's pouring over his blueprints for the boat.]

[greaterdays.livejournal.com]

[hello, neighbor. Sokka might notice Nanako watching from behind a tree in her front yard. She's not hiding, exactly, but she's curious about what he's doing and he's not someone she's talked to before.]

[markofthewise]

[Hammering, hammering, eating sammich, hammering- hey wait, where did his hammer go?

Oh there it is. Flying out of his hand and behind him towards that tree. Oops.]

[greaterdays.livejournal.com]

[....Sokka, what do you have against little girls?

Nanako ducks and covers her head as the hammer buries itself into the tree trunk.] Aaah!

[markofthewise]

[Nothing! But he watches in horrible slow motion as his hammer goes heading towards that kid... and fortunately miss. He sighs a breath of relief and runs over.]

Hey! Are you okay!?

[flamesofkaraya.livejournal.com]

[Well, Hugo did say he'd help out whenever he could. He takes a while to get there though, pausing only when he noticed Sokka was hard at work. He'll just wait until he takes a break or something before he speaks, lest he makes the guy stub his thumb or something.]

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[Take a break? Sokka is eating an apple while sawing at the same time. He only stops long enough when he finishes cutting through some wood and reaches for a drink, only to find an empty canteen instead. He spots Hugo when he gets up to fill it.]

Hi.

[flamesofkaraya.livejournal.com]

Hey there. [Taking a look at your progress there.] Anything I can do?

[markofthewise]

[Well, Sokka reaches into his shirt and pulls out his blueprints and looks over it. Hmm, yes, yes. Ah. Right. Of course, that. He holds them out in front of Hugo as he stands behind and above Hugo. He points to his many complicated (and poorly drawn) diagrams of what he plans on doing. One of them includes a wind up sail, seats that stretch out into diving boards, and what looks to be a motor for his boat.

But Sokka just points to the bench seats in the picture.]

I haven't started on the seats yet. They'll need to be measured for the right size. And they need hinges in the right spot, so we can store stuff beneath them. Maybe some kind of locking mechanism too, so stuff doesn't spill out if the boat tips over.

[nowordsrequired.livejournal.com]

[If you're still working on your 'fleet' a couple hours later, Sokka, Longshot will be passing through. He's been trying to find Jet, and thought this might be a good place to look what with his leader's fascination with your sister's butt and all]

[markofthewise]

[Indeed he will be. Although at the moment, Sokka is currently in the house retrieving a soda before returning to work.]

[nowordsrequired.livejournal.com]

[Longshot considers knocking. But then he decides he'd rather not take the chance of Zuko opening the door. Just as he's about to leave and come back at another time, he notices the canoes.]

[He can't help being curious. So he's just going to go over there and take a look at them]

[markofthewise]

[Well Sokka will be out soon enough, popping open a soda and notice Longshot.]

Longshot? What are you doing here?

[rocket-feet.livejournal.com]

_{[Azula stalks up and surprise, surprise, she's being her usual self.]}

Tell me everything.

_{[She's still in control, seems like. Well, at least for now.]}

1/2

[markofthewise]

[Whoa! Stalked. He tries not to look surprised, but, yeah, not working.]

Azula!

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[Okay okay, composing himself. Standing up to face her. She's talked to Ty Lee, so...]

You won't like it.

[rocket-feet.livejournal.com]

Since when have you ever cared about what I like?

_{[Or her about you.]}

[markofthewise]

Because I'd just as soon avoid my house burning down. Again.