markofthewise | Sokka the 62nd

{So Sokka is in a dilemma. Here he is, his usual lunch spot sitting on the stony edge of the fountain, eating his sandwich, when it occurs to him that he's had a ham-and-turkey--and-roast-beef-with-cheese-and-jalapeno sandwich for three week consecutively. And that's only because three weeks ago Hawky flew away with his sandwich before he could eat it. As he realizes he has little to no desire to finish this half eaten sandwich, he realizes his life needs a CHANGE. Something different. Exciting. A way to make his mundane existence in Luceti worthwhile again. Naturally he turns to the journals.]

Okay, so, I'm sick of eating the same old stuff for lunch. Sandwiches are great, really, but I've been eating them for a year now. I think I need more variety in my lunches. Any ideas? It can't be... complicated or anything. Believe it or not, cooking is not exactly my thing. So, anyone got any ideas that don't include visiting Seventh Heaven every day? Or the other restaurants, either. No offense to them, but... I dunno. No offense, either way.

{Unless it's for something special, Sokka just doesn't buy into making people work for him without recompensation.

He chews on his sandwich a bit more, then decides to add:]

Anybody like fishing? I mean... maybe not so much the net fishing. Just line fishing. Or spear fishing, I'm good with that too. It's actually been awhile since I caught my own dinner, now that I think about it.

[For you action folks, catch Sokka at his usual haunts. The smithy, around House 56, around the plaza, or beside the barracks, working on the lumber Moro provided into usable material for his boat. LOUD POWER TOOL SOUNDS, RAR HAR HAR.]

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I don't know. I don't actually go around slaying sea monsters that often... or at all.

I guess if you run into one, you'll find out. But I'm going to hope that there aren't any out there. I mean, it isn't even a real ocean.

It's... mostly real? Kind of.

It's seawater on top of a desert. That's probably why it feels a little off.

[Or it might be because the ocean in her world is sentient, connected to her people, and somewhat ticked off. Which this ocean probably isn't. ...Well, maybe it's ticked off, too, but it's probably not sentient.]

Actually it's just part of a larger ocean that spilled into the desert. So I'm not sure how it could feel off... maybe it's just because of the barrier cutting the rest off.

[He has not, after all, learned of her special ocean-sensing powers.]

Maybe. It might just be because the floor's a bit weird...though sand is sand, and it's not like I've gone that far out. [Shrug! Though it might not translate as well through the journal.] Maybe I'm just imagining it.

[She doesn't have any idea her world's ocean should be any different, either.]

Well, you can tell me how it 'feels' once we actually go out there.

I guess I'll report to you at the time.

Good luck with it.

Thanks, Fen.

[... imore. He's gotten a little too used to calling here that. Oh well.]

Talk to you later.

[She hesitates, but doesn't correct him this time. The more recent familial conotations are a lot less upsetting than the ones from the Valentine's event. And, besides, Toph has taken to calling her that, too.

...It is still a little weird, though.]

Talk to you later. [And closing the journal.]

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