65th: The Swapping of Sokka Thunderaxe

[markofthewise]

[And now Sokka was a girl. Worse than that, he was Haruhi Suzumiya. After an enlightening conversation with that Malnosso girl, he and the real Haruhi had come to the unhappy conclusion it was better not to tell anyone what happened. Which Sokka hated the idea of, but the potential consequences of not doing it could be worse. Besides, if Haruhi could figure out how to fix all of this, he'd be back in his own body by tomorrow! Or a few days, anyway.

This, unfortunately, means having to live like Haruhi. And dress like her too. Girly top, a dress, and that stupid ribbon in his hair. As much as he wanted to just tie it all behind his head in a ponytail, she wouldn't let him do that. Can't blow their cover, after all. And then he has to follow Haruhi's schedule for things.

He leaves the house undetected that morning, eating breakfast on the go. This leaves him to try and do things that Haruhi would do. Which he is not at all thrilled about. Since he doesn't want to run into people, he ends up hitting the library to read about things that would help him be Haruhi. Like things about Japan. He'd never cared about Japan, but it seemed like he ought to know things on it by now.

After lunch (which he spends tucked away privately in the back of one of the restaurants), he swallows his anxiety and goes to visit Winry. But then he decides to look in on Shiki first at All Passions, like instructed. After that he'll warily enter the smithy, feeling oddly out of place there, to visit Winry. When these 'appointments' are finished, he'll arrive at the Brigade building. Early. Twiddling his thumbs until people arrive. Fortunately he wrote down a cheat sheet for who everyone actually is.

After the meeting (which is probably short), he'll be left with nothing to do for a few hours. That's when he opts to just hit the barracks and try to train. He'll be incredibly frustrated at the fact he seems to have lost his skill at just about everything. While he's not horrible, he's nowhere near his "A Game".

In the evening he faces the second worst part of the day - cooking. Being only skilled at cooking meat, he'll try his darndest to make a decent meal. It will be edible Shiki and Beat, don't worry. It will just be incredibly bland and very heavy on the meat. Sort of a boring exercise in chewing, really. Given that Katara has drilled family dinners into him, he'll be at the table expecting a group dinner.

Later in the evening he'll spend some time on the roof, grumbling about his fate, and working secretly on carving a piece of wood into a new boomerang. Day one was a nightmare. He doesn't think he's going to last another one.]

((OOC: Okay! So lots of teal deer up there. Hit him up at any time during the day. You can forward date stuff to later in the week if you want. His routine will be more or less the same the rest of the week. Replies will come from wisebent!

MORE IMPORTANTLY this is a body swap plot! It involves some of Haruhi's reality bending powers, so it's not an experiment/Mallynapping thing. As explained here, this means that Sokka and Haruhi's friends shouldn't notice things being that odd. If they do, it's something they'd quickly dismiss. I hope you guys will play along!))

Comments

[wisebent.livejournal.com]

Oh, well that's good. [A pause.] About Hiccup, that is.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it is. So how's the Brigade?

[wisebent.livejournal.com]

Oh, you know, we've been doing... Brigade things. We'll probably plan some big Brigade-esque event soon.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Is today the day to be vague or what, Haruhi?

1/2

[wisebent.livejournal.com]

It's not vague. It's... concise! [And he gets one big spoonfull of the remaining ice cream. Except most of it's liquid and slips off his spoon.]

[wisebent.livejournal.com]

[And falls straight between his- err, Haruhi's breasts. He lets out an unfortunately girly squeak when it happens.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

[Normally Winry would offer to help, however since Haruhi's being so odd today she just stares.]

[wisebent.livejournal.com]

[Sokka is caught between cringing and being too modest to actually start sticking stuff down between Haruhi's breasts. Yes, he's using a napkin above them, but besides that...]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[wisebent.livejournal.com]

I'm... I-

[Yeah, he's got nothing.]

I need to clean this off. [Aaand he's going to the bathroom. Going to join him?]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

[Yes. Only because Haruhi is acting so... strange. Maybe she's sick? Fever, perhaps?]

[wisebent.livejournal.com]

[Sokka is in the bathroom, staring at the mirror, having already slipped off the shirt and apparently in some kind of weird anticipation for actually cleaning himself off. This could take awhile.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

[...] Are you seriously waiting for me to clean it off you?

[But she doesn't wait for a response. Instead she just takes a paper towel from a dispenser, wets it, and moves to wipe up the other girl's chest.]

[wisebent.livejournal.com]

[Whoa okay now that is not what he was expecting and he's privately horrified right now.]

No! I was- it's just- that is- [Okay this may be one of the strangest things to ever happen to him.] Thanks.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

[Winry sighs, shakes her head, and throws the paper towel away when she's done.]

You're being extra weird today, Haruhi. [Her hand reaches out to feel her forehead.]

[wisebent.livejournal.com]

[Well aside from having extremely cold breasts right now, Sokka is perfectly normal in temperature. And slightly indignant at being treated like this. He was happier when he had four inches on Winry.]

Maybe it was something I ate.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

[Winry drops her hand.] Yeah, maybe.

[wisebent.livejournal.com]

[... yup.]

... you've got a little ice cream on your mouth still.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

What? I thought I got it all? [She looks around to see if there's a mirror in this bathroom.]

[wisebent.livejournal.com]

Just... on your cheek. Here. [He indicates where on his own cheek.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

[She licks a finger and tries to rub her face... but it's on the wrong side.]

[wisebent.livejournal.com]

[Oh Winry... you dummy. Sokka frowns, licks his own finger, and goes for her cheek instead.]

There.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

[...Oh.] Th-thanks.

[wisebent.livejournal.com]

[... you don't have to be like that Winry. Jeez.]

Well, anyway, anything you want to do now?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

No, I... I suppose that was nice.