Sokka the 71st - [Action/Voice]

[markofthewise]

[Today, Sokka starts out with some simple messages for the journal.]

I know this is pretty late, but... Luceti has a way of causing delays. I got a lot of orders two months ago and they're all finally finished. If you haven't already picked them up, then... well, you should do that. I think you'll be pleased. [ooc: if you want to assume they already picked this stuff up a while ago, that's fine too!]

So, now that it's nice and warm these days, how do people feel about... fishing? I just made my own fishing rod, so I'm thinking tomorrow morning? Fishing time. On the river, maybe. Or I could bring out one of the boats and head to the lake. Some company wouldn't hurt. As long as you're not the noisy kind. I uh, actually want to catch some fish.

20th

[For today, Sokka works his regular shift at the smithy. From morning until the afternoon, he's at the smithy. There's not much to do now that he's done, so he straightens things out, hangs out on the couch with an alchemy book in his face, or if he gets bored with that... he reaches for his fishing rod under the couch and does a few practice casts. If he thinks no one will catch him doing it. Winry wouldn't approve. 8|

In the afternoon, he'll be around House 56 in the front and back yard, with a can of dirt and pushing over rocks and stones looking for worms underneath. A good fisherman needs his bait, after all! And he wants to be ready for tomorrow!]

21st

[As soon as his sparring practice is over, Sokka sets himself up on the southernmost bridge in town. Sure, it's a little gloomy today, but still time to fish. He has a chair, he has a fishing line, he has a cold box to put fish in, and he has not shortage of snacks and drinks. About ten minutes into his fishing, he gets drenched. Watch as poor Sokka has to gather up his stuff and flee back home. Later when he has an umbrella, he dejectedly heads to the smithy to put in a few hours. And then a few more hours later at the library to do alchemy research. No fishing today. :(]

22nd

[After a rainy day and rainy night, Sokka wakes up to A BIG BEAUTIFUL RAINBOW. He'll try to rush through his morning training, that way he can head to the river west of his house and ready a canoe. With a clear sky above, he's going out to the lake for fishing. There's room enough for two, for anyone eager to join. Following that, he'll be out on the southern lake fishing, cooking fish on the shore for lunch, and enjoying a good solid day off. STRESS FREE.]

Comments

[markofthewise]

"I don't sing." But he was already rowing towards the bank.

[all7seas]

"Yes you do."

Well this was going to turn into one of those arguments, wasn't it.

"How else did you manage to woo your Suki?"

[markofthewise]

It was. Most likely. He was already getting close enough to leave the canoe.

"Lots of ways. It's a gift, really."

[all7seas]

"Lots of ways?" He wouldn't put it past you, Sokka. It is part of your legend.

[markofthewise]

"Yes. Lots. But I don't give away my secrets." If Sokka's wooing powers were unleashed, no woman would be safe.

[all7seas]

"Long as you didn't use underhanded means, I suppose I'm good with that."

[markofthewise]

"Me? Underhanded? Suki and I have something special. I'd never need to do that."

[all7seas]

"Of course, of course. So when are you two yoking each other to the Plough of Matrimony? Is it soon?"

[markofthewise]

Flatly. "We're not in a hurry, thanks." Change of subject: "How about you?"

[all7seas]

"What, matrimony? Or ploughing?"

[markofthewise]

"What? What does ploughing have to do with anything?"

[all7seas]

"Dunno. I'll confess I'm a bit lost on the whole matter."

[markofthewise]

"... right. So. Rain making song?"

[all7seas]

"FISH CALLING SONG! By the noose, Thunderaxe! Talk of marriage has addled you."

[markofthewise]

"Fish calling, whatever. Until I see it happen, it might as well be called anything."

[all7seas]

"You must find a stone and a stick to play the proper rhythm. Fortunately the stones on this shore are multitudinous. Here. This'll do." And he hands Sokka a flat rock once the young man is close enough to reach it.

[markofthewise]

Sokka took it with a great deal of skepticism, turning it over in his hand to confirm that it was, indeed, just a rock. "And now I need a stick?"

[all7seas]

A stick. For the banging. [Jack is proud of how quick on the uptake you are, Sokka.]

how dare you deprose!

[markofthewise]

"Right. The banging." Sokka sighed. "Does it need to be a special stick?"

................................crap.

[all7seas]

"Are you a special young man?"

Aly would be disappointed in you

[markofthewise]

"... according to some."

;;

[all7seas]

"Then go on with you! Find a special stick!"

Jeez, Sokka.

[markofthewise]

Sokka picked up an ordinary stick on the ground. "Is this special enough?"

[all7seas]

"No. Not nearly." Jack folded his arms and smiled his most infuriating smile.

[markofthewise]

Sokka tossed the stick behind him and folded his arms in turn. "I'm starting to suspect that this is a typical Jack Sparrow-type scheme where I go and make myself look ridiculous because you're bored."